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33. The Display
~ CASIMIR ~
The moment Jesse tapped into the pack mind I got hard.
Watching her open herself and lose that tension in her shoulders—watching her smile and move as if her own body didn’t frighten her. Or mine. It was stunning. I suddenly saw all the strength in her that the reapers must have identified. And I wanted her.
I could have swept her out of there and taken her on the spot.
When she lost her self-consciousness and just let herself move and respond to me… Dear God, the way she stroked me, the heat in her eyes.
I was convinced bringing her to the den was the best idea I’d ever had.
When she turned back to face me I took her hips in my hands and pulled her against me, shamelessly grinding on her, keeping her plastered against me. As we moved together, more and more in sync, deeper and deeper in the bond and unaware of anything else, adrenaline flooded my system.
I
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Slave to the Wolf King 34. Packmind
~ JESSE ~ Someone behind me leaned in and I was pressed closer to Cazz, which was wonderful. He'd put that hand at my back again and I leaned into it, letting my head drift As our hips met and pressed together, as he swept me in a rolling turn, my heart beat even faster. I felt the crowd around us press in again, could sense them and instinctively reached for them the same way I reached for Cazz—my arms hooking around his neck while my mind embraced everyone. A chorus of howls rose, bouncing from the height of the cavern overhead and my heart pounded. My eyes were closed, but I felt Cazz lean into me, felt a puttering growl roll in his chest that was pressed against mine. The feeling of being so close to him even as others surrounded us was suddenly intoxicating. Images filled my mind, things I'd never thought before, let alone acted on. Hands reaching, fingers stroking, mouths, bodies, everything twisting, pressing, rolling together. And even though I knew they were only thoughts
Slave to the Wolf King 35. Needs Must
~ CASIMIR ~If Jesse hadn’t been quite so fucking beautiful tonight that she lit a fire in my insides, if my need for her wasn’t quite so urgent, and if we didn’t have the entire fucking pack breathing down our necks, I would have given in to the fury. Ignorant of the packmind or not, she was Queen. She was female Alpha. She, of all of us, had to control her urges and lead by example.She, of all people, could do nothing to undermine my power.Instead, she’d enticed males to her. She needed to understand the very dire circumstances she had created, and the consequences of them.I should have punished her on the spot.But the door behind me shuddered and rattled as the males, overcome with lust and intoxicated by the challenge, tried to break through to reach her.They would not have her.But I had to rip myself out of that kiss, still holding her face, panting. Jesse took a moment longer to blink and find herself.“Cazz…?” she murmured, barely audible over the crashing and pounding be
Slave to the Wolf King 36. Forced My Hand
~ CASIMIR ~Kill, or claim?Anything less, and the moment that door was unbarred, those males would kill me to take her. Or force me to compel or kill all of them.The truth was, even after this, I didn’t want her dead. She was the most fascinating of the females who had ever been brought to me. I looked forward to awakening her, teaching her, molding her. And the power she brought me when she submitted…That power throbbed in my veins as, despite her fear, she must have chosen to give herself, because suddenly my blood pulsed with fire and heat and power, and my hands were shaking.But if I wasn’t going to kill her, that meant there was only one choice left. And I hadn’t planned to claim her. Wouldn’t even have considered it until she gave me an heir. Yet she’d found a way to force my hand.God, I could have smacked her for that. But I refused to become my father.While I was still working to contain the anger bubbling in my chest, the door bulged with a hammering rush of bodies on t
Slave to the Wolf King 37. In Disarray
~ JESSE ~ “Ready yourself,” he muttered, and his hand slipped around to tug at my pants. A bolt of fear shot through me right alongside the ache of desire I had been feeling. “Cazz, just—please explain—” my voice shook and my eyes blurred. I wanted him—had wanted him this whole time, that was why things had gone so wrong. But even though I could feel him through the bond, even though he’d protected me to get me away from the pack and in here, even though I could feel him yearning for me… something was off. “Lucky girl, when we’re finished, you’ll carry my mark,” he growled, popping the buttons of my leather pants, then plunging his hand between my legs. I shivered, heat and fear braiding together in a way that made my body shake and left me confused. “God willing, you’ll carry my mark, and my child.” He hadn’t blocked the bond, and through it I could tell that something about that statement touched a deep place in him, but he reacted like it struck a nerve. I felt him tense, then
Slave to the Wolf King 38. Mine
~ JESSE ~ I thought they were just words. Just him asserting himself. That dominance thing he’d talked about. He was moving inside me more erratically, so I thought it was over. That he’d climax and this would be done. But the moment he said the word forever, my breath stopped. The skin under his hand, where his teeth had cut my flesh, flared bright and burning. And just as I began to cry out against the pain, it chilled to ice. Still fisting my hair in his other hand, Cazz dropped his face to the back of my neck and sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. Mine. I felt the word. Heard it in my head, though his lips didn’t move. And something inside me responded to it, a whip-crack of light and heat so bright it felt like it seared my heart. “Cazz!” I gasped, my fingers clawing into that bar. His hands tightened on me again, and there should have been pain, but all I could feel was that piercing right at the center of my chest—the light that seemed ready to swallow me whole. It was
Slave to the Wolf King 39. The Wall
~ JESSE ~ Some time later, the sound of the Den faded. And some time after that, his boots rang on hollow wood instead of dirt or stone. And then he was bending forward, lowering my feet to the floor. I gasped and clung to him, unable to explain why, but the thought of being separated from him was horrific. He still didn’t speak. But he caught my flailing hands and pulled them down, stroked my hair and waited. And when I opened my eyes, it was to find him watching me, his bright, arctic eyes ablaze. And his face a tense, expressionless mask. My heart thunked, falling for my toes, but Cazz didn’t hesitate. I felt his warm, calloused palms on my ribs as he slipped his hands under my shirt and pulled it gently up. Then he unbuttoned my leathers for the second time, and pushed them down my legs too—but he also knelt and slipped my shoes off my feet, then pulled the pants off until I stood in front of him naked. When he straightened to his full height, there was still no expression
Slave to the Wolf King 40. Battle of the Mind
~ CASIMIR (Earlier, in the room off the Den) ~ The moment my teeth sank into her flesh and I tasted her blood, the world shifted. I almost shifted. The part of me that was animal leaped for control, teeth snapping, body steel, all senses heightened and focused on only one goal. Her. For a time it seemed my body and mind were torn apart and I clung desperately to keep both as my body plunged into her, gripped her, took her… But my mind screamed—desperate need, fear, rage… I spent minutes fighting not to lose myself entirely. I fought for her—snarling at her to declare the sick truth of us—her power over me, mine over her, the ways that we were tied together, whether we wanted it that way or not. And then she said it, she gasped the truth that I was master to her slave, and power slammed through my body until I was clinging to her, not to keep her there, but clawing into her to ground myself, because I feared I was lost. In the wake of that stunning surge, amid her whimpers and
Slave to the Wolf King 41. Blessed Silence
~ CASIMIR ~ There was a moment, a vision blooming in my mind of a different life—a different male. Given, peaceful, joyful… I could see myself as the mate and husband, the reluctant King. The delighted lover and mentor. Happy… and weak. Happy to be weak. Weak to her disapproval. Weak to the loss of her. Weak to her pain. I sucked in a sharp breath, fingers clawing into her hip, her legs, holding her tightly against my chest as if someone was about to rip her free. Then the terror rushed in on the back of the rest of that image: Me happy and weak, and failing. Impossible to lead the packs, to maintain my strength, to control anything if she held such power. Impossible. Utterly. Jesse made a small sound, as if she heard my thoughts, though I knew she couldn’t. Her arms tightened around my neck, her nose nuzzling under my jaw, and her body melted into mine. And then I heard them—the snarling and barking, the howls of distress and fury, the thuds and slams of heavy bodies in a last
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