Miah hurried down the street on foot, avoiding the use of a car like a typical human would and refraining from transforming into mist and gliding through the air like a supernatural being might. As Alexander observed her, she broke into a run, her movements graceful and elegant, almost like poetry in motion.Who was she, truly? What was her identity?These questions lingered in Alexander's mind as he watched his mate fade away.Reaching out with his mind, he merged with hers, becoming a silent presence beside her. Miah harboured a deep fear of him; her earlier words reflected genuine sentiment. She had been engaged in some sort of experiment, enabling her to maintain her human form. But did she truly understand her own identity now?Alexander sighed. All he knew was that she had spent a great deal of time and energy researching, looking for a way to make the change. It had taken several years to get her body to the point that she could do so, undetected by werewolves and the like. She
“Okay, thank you.” Miah went willingly. It would only take minutes to get home by car, and she was exhausted. Settling into the leather seat, she snapped her seat belt in place automatically and smiled up at him. “You do like your luxury, Brice.”“There is nothing wrong with that. I know what I want, and I go after it.” His dark eyes moved over her suggestively.“Don’t start,” she cautioned, a laugh in her voice. “What is it with you, Brice? I’ve told you over and over that we can’t see each other.”“We see each other every day, Miah,” he pointed out with a grin. “We do quite well seeing each other.”“I’m too tired to argue with you. Just take me home and be nice.”“What did you do with the old man? You’ve got to quit picking people up off the street, Miah. That’s why you need me. You’re too nice for your own good. Sooner or later, you’re going to pick up an axe murderer.”“I don’t think there’s much danger in that.” Miah watched out the window as her house loomed large at the end of
Alexander’s return had not changed her mind. Miah could not conceive of another lifestyle. She had no intention of trying to fit into the supernatural world, where she believed she no longer had a place. Alexander couldn’t help admiring her. She lived her life well. And she was every bit as strong-willed as he was. He would tolerate much from her. But another man was too much.“Miah, are things so different from the time I remember?” Alexander asked.“What do you mean?”“I mean, I don't know how long I was buried there. I mean, I know I miss things so bad.”“Well—”“Do our people have all the women they need? I mean, humans hated us before; there are so many—”“Alex, things are different now. We have a treaty. Humans and supernatural folks like us respect that, and they don't fear us anymore.”“Okay, so can we afford for one of our own to become involved with a human male? Has the alpha of this pack solved the problem of shewolf births? Has he been able to cut down on the number of ou
The buzz of a mobile phone proved to be the wake-up call Miah needed. She pushed him away with both hands and tugged the edges of the robe back together. Trembling, she slid back to the floor, shunning the bed and him and the deceptive intimacy that had almost betrayed her. He answered his phone, his dark drawl rough-edged with huskiness.When the dialogue finished, she breathed, “What happened to the meeting you said you had this evening?”“The supernatural tabloid newspaper editor sent me those photos, obviously in the hope that I would dump you and call off the wedding and so give them an even bigger scoop,” he explained with rich cynicism. “I skipped the meeting.”Her body was a riot of nerve-endings, sizzling with a sense of loss and disappointment. He was making her want things she had never wanted before, and he was teaching her to want him with a depth of longing that physically hurt. The atmosphere was explosive, with undertones swirling beneath the uneasy silence that intimi
The brief ceremony was highlighted by an exchange of wedding rings, and she learned that in Italy, the wedding ring was worn on a woman’s right hand. Afterwards, they signed the register, and Alexander introduced her to the woman she had noticed earlier. Ysabelle, as cheerful as a spring flower in her suit, glowed with energy and good humor.Ysabelle shared the limousine that ferried them to the church, and Alexander translated his grandmother’s rapid-fire questions.Asked if she liked children, Miah declared that she adored them and hoped to have two or three. Ysabelle followed up that response with others of a more housewifely note. Did she cook? Yes, but she didn’t bake very well. Did she sew? Not really; the ability to sew on a button was Miah’s only talent in that field. Did she embroider or knit? No, she didn’t embroider, but she had loved knitting ever since she created tiny garments for a friend’s baby. Alexander was accustomed to women without domestic skills, and he was quic
Alexander positioned his body over hers so that he could feel the cool satin of her skin against the unbearable heat of his. He bent his dark head and fastened his mouth to hers to take her first breath as he issued the command to wake, to come to him needing him. His mind fully merged with hers; he was unstoppable, a fully aroused male in the heat of the supernatural mating ritual. His mate’s heartbeat found the beat of his, her lungs followed the direction of his, and her mind was instantly captured by the hunger radiating from Alexander. He built the fire into a fierce conflagration. He needed her desperately just to survive. He had to have her. His body raged for her and demanded her. No one else could quench the flames, threatening to devour him completely.His hunger was her hunger, and his need became hers. Her body burned and ached, her breasts swelling in invitation against his chest and her hips moving restlessly. Alexander found some solace in the silken heat of her mouth.
Alexander’s mouth moved over her full breast, hot and hungry, so that her body did a meltdown, her insides turning to molten lava. She wanted him to touch her, to explore every inch of her skin with his mouth. His tongue was swirling around her hard nipples and her velvet sheath tightened and tightened so that she was drowning in pleasure. He moved with sure, hard strokes, their bodies coming together, his hands biting into her hips while he held her still for his invasion. She wanted him like this over and over.She could read the erotic pictures in his mind, the things he intended to do to her, the things he wanted her to do to him, and she wanted every one of them. Her body was spinning out of control and she clung to him, a soft sound of sheer pleasure escaping before she could stop it. She didn’t want to stop it, she wanted this moment to last for all eternity. She wanted to take her time and explore every inch of his hard, perfect body. She wanted to drive him out of his mind wi
Alexander had been locked beneath the earth for a long time; months, years, no one knew, and there was much to catch up on. He had to relearn the layout of Italy, especially the pack territory, and find every alley and every bolt-hole in it. This was the perfect hunting ground for a rogue such as Luther had become. Soon, it would start. The killings, the deaths, the endless hunt, and the many battles. Somewhere out there in the slumbering city stalked a merciless, relentless killer. No one was safe, and no one would be safe again until Alexander destroyed him. Now, with Miah to protect, Alexander knew it was imperative that he win this time. He had to find a way to destroy his sire. If he had hesitated out of misguided loyalty in the past, he no longer had the luxury of being able to do so now. Miah must be protected at all times. With a heavy heart, he took three running steps and launched himself into the air.Miah took her time walking to the hospital. She loved the night. As much