Saint sat beside me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a flurry of butterflies erupting into flight inside my belly. His hand lowered, and once more, he tugged on the blankets before expelling air from his lungs. He didn't rip them out of my hands, choosing to lean over me to retrieve the cup and wine.He poured the wine into the pewter goblet as my body trembled, knowing that I wasn't escaping tonight. It wasn't that I feared sex with Saint; it was that he'd discover the truth and turn something that should be beautiful, ugly. He offered me the wine, and I reached to grab the cup as he pulled the covers away from my body, smiling in victory. My lips touched the goblet, and his eyes slid down my naked body with a hunger that consumed my thoughts. I'd wanted him, and this. He'd been the only lover I'd ever wanted. When I'd denied him as my true soul mate to save him, I'd settled into a life of subpar reality. Sipping the wine, I licked my lips before offering him my cup.It was tr
Groaning loudly, I burrowed deeper into the heated body beside me. Lifting my head, I stared into blue-green eyes that smiled at me as I slowly woke up. I pulled away from Saint, but he pounced, landing on top of me as his hand cov- ered my mouth. Lowering his lips against my ear, he rumbled low in a raspy voice."Don't make a sound, Brat," he growled, pushing into my body.I trembled around him, groaning at the ache he'd left between my thighs. My body screamed at his abrupt entrance, which was already sore and achy from the three times he'd taken me throughout the night. I lifted my spine and wrapped my legs around his waist to adjust to his size. He growled, creating more arousal to ease his slow thrust as he studied me.His scent was heady, causing my stomach to clench as he methodically worked my body toward the precipice of release. Saint smiled, lowering his mouth against my ear as he grunted, rocking into my body's welcoming heat."If you make any noise, I will turn you over a
A tremor of unease moved through me, sending every instinct I had on high-alert. Eryx's nostrils flared as he lowered his lips to my throat, placing a soft kiss against my thundering pulse. His hand moved, skimming his fingers over the curve of my hipbone. Deep, wicked laughter escaped him before he lift- ed his mouth to press it against mine. I turned away, keeping my lips at a distance from his."Come on, give me some sugar, Brae. You and I could have ended up to- gether if you'd stopped running away from me ten years ago," he urged, but there was a catch in his voice."You and I have nothing in common, let alone a connection.""You have a pussy, and I have a cock. What other connection do we need?" he mused, stepping back to drag his heady stare down my body. "If you think that is all that is needed to breed with a mate, you're fucked,Eryx.""No one said shit about breeding. Sometimes it isn't about connecting, Princess. It's about unleashing anger on your partner. You'd enjoy bei
Sweat beaded on my brow, and my arms burned as I brought the ax down hard onto the round log. The pile in front of me was higher than I could see over, while the men beside me continued complaining that I was putting them to shame. I'd done this every day since my father had banished Saint. Splitting wood seemed to relieve pain, stress, and anger all in one satisfying loud bang as the ax bit into the log, sending it over the edge of the stump I used as a chopping block.We'd been at it for hours while the children and betas emptied the piles. They stacked the wood in large sheds used to keep it from exposure to the elements. All around us, people worked. Hunting parties brought in deer to gut and clean, hanging it to be butchered into small enough pieces to fit into the walk-in freezer where perishables were stored.I watched as Lucas laughed with Garrett, both men covered in blood as they carried a deer into the courtyard on poles that rested on their shoulders. Women picked the last
Once the truck was in place, I went to the shed to retrieve my gloves before heading back to unload the cargo. Saint watched me silently, as if he was waiting for me to thank him for interfering. He'd only created more work for every- one by murdering the one crazy son-of-a-bitch who would drive up the moun- tain to deliver the canned foods.Jumping onto the trailer, I grabbed a bale of wet herbs and tossed it onto the ground, immediately getting back to work. If I were lucky, I'd be so ex- hausted tonight and stink from sweat that Saint would seek rest elsewhere. Or maybe he already intended to do that? He'd claimed rights to me with his bite while leaving himself free of mine.That had stung, and it made my wolf furious that he'd rejected her mark. Not that either of us should care, but if I were honest, it did sting. He was the perfect male for me, picked by the wolf god, Fenrir, and Saint had rejected me. Lucas jumped onto the trailer, grabbing my shoulder when Larson stepped up,
I sat in a chair in Braelyn's room, waiting for her to leave the shower. Memories of our time together played through my mind, craving to go back to those moments. The problem was, we couldn't ever go back to how it was prior to my being banished. I wasn't the same person I'd been when she'd thrown me to the pack. She hadn't given me mercy, and I couldn't offer her any now, even if I wanted to.Braelyn had rejected me in the worst possible way a mate could. I'd bared my soul to her, showing her everything I was, promising her the world. It hadn't been enough for the pampered little bitch. Yet, I still craved her. I wanted to believe that she hadn't been a part of what I'd endured, that she didn't know about the evil her father had planned for me, but there were hints that made me believe Braelyn had known, and she had still banished me.Eryx had shared in my fate, having been sold to the same unfeeling, mur- derous bitch that had purchased me. Together, we'd been ripped apart and sewn
Her breathing grew labored as if watching me turned her on. Her hand paused, realizing she'd done what I wanted, and her eyes burned with anger. I knew it was coming, bracing for it as her foot lifted and slammed into my chest, send- ing my body several feet away from hers. I steadied myself then smashed into her, pulling her legs apart to glide my cock against her needy pussy. A strangled cry ripped from her throat, and I could smell her need to fight and fuck, marking her as an alpha to her fucking core. "Come on, Brat. Show me what you got," I laughed, watching as she turned, bucking against my body. "That's it. Come on, Brae. Show me those pretty red eyes."I craved the battle, the need to slam her down and fuck that fight burning within her out. She knew it too, which was why she fought her wolf and me. A deep, ominous growl rolled from her lungs, and I matched it, knowing my men were outside the door, craving to join us. Every male within a fifty-mile radius would smell her body
"If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.Braelyn's scent had always called to me, even before I'd known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren't strong as other women's odors. I'd enjoyed Brae's aroma because there was a sexy under- tone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips. "You could try, but I doubt you'd get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won't have the pack thinking you're some weak-ass city boy who can't handle be
"If you ever try to wash my scent off from you again, as you did earlier, I will chain you to the bed and fuck you until I am so deeply embedded into your womb that you won't be able to eradicate my fucking scent. I won't let you leave it until you're dripping me out of your sore, bruised cunt, Brat." Lifting my nose, I waited for the smell of her anger, but all I found was her scent that drove me crazy.Braelyn's scent had always called to me, even before I'd known we were mates. She smelled of peonies and vanilla orchids, which weren't strong as other women's odors. I'd enjoyed Brae's aroma because there was a sexy under- tone that spoke to the woman she would become. Everything about her had been perfectly balanced and gorgeous.She exited the bathroom, stared me dead in the eye with a smile curving her lips. "You could try, but I doubt you'd get what you want from me in that aspect. Clean up, asshole. I won't have the pack thinking you're some weak-ass city boy who can't handle be
Her breathing grew labored as if watching me turned her on. Her hand paused, realizing she'd done what I wanted, and her eyes burned with anger. I knew it was coming, bracing for it as her foot lifted and slammed into my chest, send- ing my body several feet away from hers. I steadied myself then smashed into her, pulling her legs apart to glide my cock against her needy pussy. A strangled cry ripped from her throat, and I could smell her need to fight and fuck, marking her as an alpha to her fucking core. "Come on, Brat. Show me what you got," I laughed, watching as she turned, bucking against my body. "That's it. Come on, Brae. Show me those pretty red eyes."I craved the battle, the need to slam her down and fuck that fight burning within her out. She knew it too, which was why she fought her wolf and me. A deep, ominous growl rolled from her lungs, and I matched it, knowing my men were outside the door, craving to join us. Every male within a fifty-mile radius would smell her body
I sat in a chair in Braelyn's room, waiting for her to leave the shower. Memories of our time together played through my mind, craving to go back to those moments. The problem was, we couldn't ever go back to how it was prior to my being banished. I wasn't the same person I'd been when she'd thrown me to the pack. She hadn't given me mercy, and I couldn't offer her any now, even if I wanted to.Braelyn had rejected me in the worst possible way a mate could. I'd bared my soul to her, showing her everything I was, promising her the world. It hadn't been enough for the pampered little bitch. Yet, I still craved her. I wanted to believe that she hadn't been a part of what I'd endured, that she didn't know about the evil her father had planned for me, but there were hints that made me believe Braelyn had known, and she had still banished me.Eryx had shared in my fate, having been sold to the same unfeeling, mur- derous bitch that had purchased me. Together, we'd been ripped apart and sewn
Once the truck was in place, I went to the shed to retrieve my gloves before heading back to unload the cargo. Saint watched me silently, as if he was waiting for me to thank him for interfering. He'd only created more work for every- one by murdering the one crazy son-of-a-bitch who would drive up the moun- tain to deliver the canned foods.Jumping onto the trailer, I grabbed a bale of wet herbs and tossed it onto the ground, immediately getting back to work. If I were lucky, I'd be so ex- hausted tonight and stink from sweat that Saint would seek rest elsewhere. Or maybe he already intended to do that? He'd claimed rights to me with his bite while leaving himself free of mine.That had stung, and it made my wolf furious that he'd rejected her mark. Not that either of us should care, but if I were honest, it did sting. He was the perfect male for me, picked by the wolf god, Fenrir, and Saint had rejected me. Lucas jumped onto the trailer, grabbing my shoulder when Larson stepped up,
Sweat beaded on my brow, and my arms burned as I brought the ax down hard onto the round log. The pile in front of me was higher than I could see over, while the men beside me continued complaining that I was putting them to shame. I'd done this every day since my father had banished Saint. Splitting wood seemed to relieve pain, stress, and anger all in one satisfying loud bang as the ax bit into the log, sending it over the edge of the stump I used as a chopping block.We'd been at it for hours while the children and betas emptied the piles. They stacked the wood in large sheds used to keep it from exposure to the elements. All around us, people worked. Hunting parties brought in deer to gut and clean, hanging it to be butchered into small enough pieces to fit into the walk-in freezer where perishables were stored.I watched as Lucas laughed with Garrett, both men covered in blood as they carried a deer into the courtyard on poles that rested on their shoulders. Women picked the last
A tremor of unease moved through me, sending every instinct I had on high-alert. Eryx's nostrils flared as he lowered his lips to my throat, placing a soft kiss against my thundering pulse. His hand moved, skimming his fingers over the curve of my hipbone. Deep, wicked laughter escaped him before he lift- ed his mouth to press it against mine. I turned away, keeping my lips at a distance from his."Come on, give me some sugar, Brae. You and I could have ended up to- gether if you'd stopped running away from me ten years ago," he urged, but there was a catch in his voice."You and I have nothing in common, let alone a connection.""You have a pussy, and I have a cock. What other connection do we need?" he mused, stepping back to drag his heady stare down my body. "If you think that is all that is needed to breed with a mate, you're fucked,Eryx.""No one said shit about breeding. Sometimes it isn't about connecting, Princess. It's about unleashing anger on your partner. You'd enjoy bei
Groaning loudly, I burrowed deeper into the heated body beside me. Lifting my head, I stared into blue-green eyes that smiled at me as I slowly woke up. I pulled away from Saint, but he pounced, landing on top of me as his hand cov- ered my mouth. Lowering his lips against my ear, he rumbled low in a raspy voice."Don't make a sound, Brat," he growled, pushing into my body.I trembled around him, groaning at the ache he'd left between my thighs. My body screamed at his abrupt entrance, which was already sore and achy from the three times he'd taken me throughout the night. I lifted my spine and wrapped my legs around his waist to adjust to his size. He growled, creating more arousal to ease his slow thrust as he studied me.His scent was heady, causing my stomach to clench as he methodically worked my body toward the precipice of release. Saint smiled, lowering his mouth against my ear as he grunted, rocking into my body's welcoming heat."If you make any noise, I will turn you over a
Saint sat beside me, his leg brushing against mine, sending a flurry of butterflies erupting into flight inside my belly. His hand lowered, and once more, he tugged on the blankets before expelling air from his lungs. He didn't rip them out of my hands, choosing to lean over me to retrieve the cup and wine.He poured the wine into the pewter goblet as my body trembled, knowing that I wasn't escaping tonight. It wasn't that I feared sex with Saint; it was that he'd discover the truth and turn something that should be beautiful, ugly. He offered me the wine, and I reached to grab the cup as he pulled the covers away from my body, smiling in victory. My lips touched the goblet, and his eyes slid down my naked body with a hunger that consumed my thoughts. I'd wanted him, and this. He'd been the only lover I'd ever wanted. When I'd denied him as my true soul mate to save him, I'd settled into a life of subpar reality. Sipping the wine, I licked my lips before offering him my cup.It was tr
"Nothing!" I cried, turning to look at the drop which would kill even an immortal. "Nothing, Saint! My father didn't know we grew it. My mother's people brought the herbs with them from Norway, planting them all over the mountain to increase the alpha's calmness. It simply suppressed his need to kill everything and the rage that drove it!" I tore my eyes from the ground, looking back at his angry face."Why do they always look down? It only increases the fear they feel at dangling over such height," Eryx asked, pulling off the joint while he enjoyed the show.Saint jerked me over the railing and shoved me against the wall. His hand pushed against my throat before he turned to Eryx, grabbing the joint to inhale it deeply. Saint grinned and pressed his lips against mine, forcing the smoke into my lungs. He lifted his hand, holding it against my nose and mouth as my lungs burned.When he finally released me, a deep cough clapped out of my throat, and I tapped my hand against my chest. He