Chapter 13 Who Needs a Spleen, Anyway?“Yep, definitely a missing spleen,” Arik said with—in my opinion, anyway—unnecessary satisfaction, taking his hands off of my bare torso and sitting back on his heels. “I think he took half your liver, too. That grew back,” he added in response to my look of horror.“Is the spleen growing back too?” Nate asked, from his perch on a mossy log a few feet away from where I lay on the damp earth getting chillier by the second.We’d come out to the woods to do Arik’s ‘examination,’ because he claimed the trees would help. That sounded nuts to me, but Nate hadn’t argued—and Nate argued with everything.Arik turned and shot Nate a condescending, disgusted look down his nose. “Do you even know what a spleen is?”“It’s an organ that—does—it’s important to—of course I know what it does!”“No, you don’t. You don’t know what it is, where it is, or anything about it. I don’t know how a warlock can be so ignorant of basic anat—”“You’re the healer, not me!” N
Chapter 14 Your Shirt’s Inside Out“Hi!” Nate said brightly. “Hey! What’s up?”I winced. Calder’s mouth tightened, and Ian was about to pop claws, I could feel and scent it in the suddenly thick air.Nate trotted over to Ian and stretched up to kiss his cheek.“So Jared’s actually Jared,” he said, still way too cheerfully. “Good news, right? Arik double-checked. He’s missing his spleen, though.”“I wouldn’t say I’m missing it, exactly,” I said, desperately hoping to lighten the mood. Nate laughed. The others didn’t.Fuck my life. What the hell did Ian think we’d been doing in the woods alone, anyway? For that matter, what did Calder think? Ian couldn’t possibly believe Nate and I had been fooling around, and Calder…yeah, he might not trust any warlock at this point, but I’d come out of the woods smiling and laughing. It wasn’t like Nate had been torturing me.Ian glared at me. Calder just looked at me, and I didn’t know which I hated more. Calder seemed to be waiting for something,
Chapter 15 If He Needs MeIt felt too damn easy.That thought kept nagging at me for the month after Arik declared me officially alive and real, as I slotted more and more seamlessly back into my pack with every passing day, as I went to bed every night in Calder’s arms.The only time I didn’t worry about it was those stolen hours in between a day spent with the pack and a night spent asleep, when Calder made me forget everything but him, everything but how thoroughly he owned my body and overwhelmed my mind.I couldn’t deny it anymore. He fucking owned me, and it terrified me—whenever he wasn’t actively taking me apart. Which, to be fair, he did often. In the shower, kneeling behind me and eating me out until I muffled my screams against my braced forearm. In the bed, where he spread me out and sucked my cock and fucked me, or draped me over his chest and made me ride him until my trembling thighs wouldn’t hold me up, knotting me so that I stayed splayed across him for hours while
Chapter 16 You Seriously Can’t Go Fourteen Days?Arik stood up from where he’d been crouched over some weird, spiky little plant at the end of the garden, jumping a step back as I charged him between two rows of trellised peas.“Jared?” he asked warily. “What’s going—”“Where the fuck did he go?” I demanded, almost a shout. I knew I looked crazy: red-faced and panting and wild-eyed. But I’d woken up without Calder, and he rarely left the room before I got up. He might get out of bed, but he never went far. He hadn’t been in the kitchen. I hadn’t been able to scent him anywhere. And no one I’d talked to had seen him. Fear had a cold grip on my chest, and I couldn’t quite get a full breath. “Where the fuck is Calder?”“Um,” Arik said, looking incredibly shifty, like only a fucking cat could. He didn’t have whiskers in this form, but I could practically see them twitching anyway. “Look, he didn’t want to wake you.”I took another menacing step. Arik stood his ground, his eyes narrowed.
Chapter 17 AmplificationComing around after being knocked unconscious by magic was the kind of thing that sounded like it ought to be a slow process of unpleasant discovery. Where am I? What happened? Are these spelled manacles around my wrists? My gods, what’s happened?Not so much. The instant consciousness hit, it hit hard, and all the details became painfully, instantly obvious.I’d been taken captive by a warlock, although not one of the ones who’d worked me over before—I could smell his magic, that dark, sharp, ozone-tinged smell that had hit me in the alley, even if I didn’t recognize the scent of him in particular.The manacles had my wrists in their cold, heavy grip, and the rest of me sat and slumped on yet another fucking concrete floor.The panic hit me simultaneously. I bent to the side as much as I could, vomiting every drop of the shots and everything else I’d ever consumed, it felt like, all over the floor and spattering my leg. My heart rabbited, and I couldn’t fee
Chapter 18 The BarrierScarecrow stumbled back a step, shock in every line of his body, and Curly let out a strangled sound.I pressed myself against the wall, heart pounding.That was Calder, no doubt about it: the glow of his silver eyes and the shape of his nose and cheekbones confirmed it.But he was a monster. I couldn’t imagine being truly afraid of him, not anymore. But monstrous was the only word that fit. He’d half-shifted, but not into any creature I could instantly recognize; a polar bear, maybe. Something huge, something with white fur to match the thick growth on his bare arms and chest…something even larger than Calder was in his human form, given that his head now brushed the ceiling and his shoulders almost spanned the double-width doorway. Six-inch gleaming claws extended from his fingers, and his jaw had stretched, morphed, into something distorted and totally inhuman, large enough to accommodate his dripping fangs.He looked like a cross between the snow monster f
Chapter 19 A Lucky ManOh my God, they’re both dead! A deep voice. Panicked. Familiar. Floating through my head, and then fading away again.No, they aren’t. I can still see their bond. Lighter. Also panicked. Also familiar.Shouts, and thumps, and curses. More voices, the same two and two others. Arguing about magic, on and on. Something about a door.The barrier. There’d been a barrier.Movement. The voices sounding closer, relieved, but still frantic. Pain and lightness, because I couldn’t feel my head. Had I lost it? I’d lost my spleen.As if someone had read my mind: You know, the irony is, his spleen would be really fucking useful right about now. It’s part of the circulatory—Please shut the fuck up. That was the lighter voice again.Everything went away again.I jolted in and out of consciousness, hating it more each time. This felt like…I’d escaped. Hadn’t I? And it’d been like this. Moments of sensation and pain, interspersed with nothingness.Calder had taken me somewhere
Chapter 20 Screw the Bond“Jared,” he whispered. And he shut his eyes again, squeezing them tight. Was that…yeah, it was, a tear escaping at the corner of his eye. When he opened them again, both were shiny from more than the glow of his alpha magic. “You’re. Fuck. Jared, you’re alive.”I gazed into his eyes, caught and held like I had been the very first time I’d looked at him. I’d been afraid of him then.Fear was the last thing I could ever imagine feeling for him now.“Because you saved my life. You came for me. You—I’m never going to forgive you for throwing your life away for me.” I stroked the side of his face, and he turned his head and pressed a kiss to my palm, still gazing up at me.“Same to you,” he said, his voice still weak but with a growl to it all the same. “You made me break my promise. I almost killed you. Again.”The look in his eyes and the way he kissed my fingertips on the last word kind of negated the growl, and I found myself smiling down at him, helplessly,
EpilogueYou Don’t Want a Choice“Mr. Castelli,” Laura said, and smiled warmly. “Go right in. He’s never too busy for you.”“You know it’s Blake.” She shook her head, laughed, and went back to typing.I hadn’t yet given up on trying to convince Declan’s assistant that I didn’t deserve any particular formality; after nearly four months of trying, though, I’d started to fear it was hopeless.I set the double latte I’d grabbed on my way at the edge of her desk—if she insisted on calling me Mr. Castelli, I’d at least make sure she said it with affection—and stepped into Declan’s office.He glanced up from his laptop and then immediately back down again, which I knew meant “I’ll forget what I was typing if I don’t do it right now.” At first that’d hurt my feelings. Shades of being treated like an unwelcome and disliked inconvenience at Castelli Industries, of so many times I’d been called on the carpet in my father’s office only to be ignored until he deigned to notice me. But I knew it w
Chapter 21A Lucky ManIf I’d really tried, I might’ve been able to look at a calendar and count how many times Declan had laid me out on his bed, naked and waiting for him to take what he wanted.But I didn’t need to count to know that it’d never been like this.He settled me on my back, head carefully placed on a pillow, kneeling between my legs and leaning down to stroke a hand through my hair and down my cheek, coming to rest across my throat. Instead of a threat, it felt like safety.All right, a little bit of a threat.But that only had my cock perking up, getting harder every second that he pinned me down, glowing eyes fixed on my face with an intensity that would’ve had any sane man running away screaming.Or spreading his legs.I went with option two, letting my knees fall open to give him full access, my arms relaxed at my sides. Touching him—I wanted to, and I would. But right now I knew what he needed from me, and that was complete surrender, allowing him to re-stake his
Chapter 20Ten Years AgoNo matter how many times I’d daydreamed about Declan kissing me, the reality far outstripped the fantasy—and how often could you say that about anything? His mouth took control of mine the same way his body had taken control of me so many times, opening me and tasting me and laying me bare for him to use however he wanted.Which happened to be what I wanted too, so badly that I ached for it. His tongue teased between my lips and twined with mine as his arms tightened, gathering me so close that not a millimeter of space was left in between us.Declan kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, my lungs hot and laboring. All the pain and fear of the last few hours melted away, a much better and more natural kind of magic than the ones I’d experienced so far tonight.I pressed against him, kissing him back with everything I had, trying to spread my legs and wrap myself around him and take him into me so that he’d never leave.Declan tore his mouth away and lifted his h
Chapter 19My Life MatteredWhen I woke up, the SUV was moving—but I couldn’t shift so much as a muscle. My head had gotten crammed against the door and my neck ached like a bitch. My arms lay limp, one dangling to the floor of the car and the other on my leg. I tried to twitch a finger.No go.I couldn’t open my eyes, either, or speak. My autonomous functions weren’t affected, though: I could still hyperventilate. Lucky me.Kidnapped. I’d been fucking kidnapped, and the first thing Declan would do would be call me. No doubt they’d gotten rid of my phone. Then he’d look for me. He wouldn’t find me. And then he’d probably request—and be allowed, professional courtesy and all that—to review the security footage of me leaving the party and the path I’d followed from there.For a brief, shining instant, I almost felt relieved. Declan would look for me, he’d see the video and know—despair squeezed my chest into a tight ball.He’d see me looking nervous and running out of the building as i
Chapter 18This Won’t Go OnDeclan hustled me out the door the second I emerged from the bathroom, ushering me downstairs and into a waiting limo. A nice one: black, not too stretched, no neon lights or anything tacky, nothing I’d have to be embarrassed about riding in.I tried to focus on how good it felt to be wearing decent clothes, going somewhere in a respectable vehicle, and for fuck’s sake, actually leaving the Morrigan and going somewhere, rather than on being in an enclosed space with Declan and our combined scents of sex and alpha desire.If I focused on that, I’d end up begging him to knot me in the car after all.The limo pulled out of the Morrigan’s driveway and into traffic on the Strip. It was Friday night stop and go. Maybe we had time for a fuck after all?“Where are we going? Am I allowed to ask?”“Not far,” he said, putting paid to my hopes. “A few blocks. If I’d been going with Wa—colleagues I probably would’ve walked. I thought you might appreciate going in style
Chapter 17I Missed Your VoiceSince I’d never slept in Declan’s bed before, I woke up confused, disoriented, and with a mouth that tasted like someone had murdered a particularly sandy desert and buried its corpse under my tongue.Well, that last part didn’t have anything to do with Declan’s bed, to be fair.I rolled over and groaned, throwing an arm across my eyes to keep the sunlight out, because someone had left the blinds wide fucking open when he got up and went to work.I knew I’d be fine once I had a couple of glasses of water and a bite to eat; hangovers weren’t really that much of a thing for werewolves without serious effort involving multiple illicit substances, and I hadn’t been to a party that good in like, six months. But seriously. Close the damn blinds. Fuck.It crossed my mind to find my phone, make some coffee, and send him a text complaining about the window.And then I sat bolt upright, head in my hands, and let out another groan.I’d slept in his bed. We hadn’t
Chapter 16Kind of EndearingI woke up the next day just after eight o’clock, early by my previous standards but late by the standards of the company I kept these days. The cold coffee pot, holding only a few teaspoons of dregs, told me that Declan had been up and gone for hours. The usual hundred dollar bill sat beside it.That felt a little bit like I’d been slapped. I’d sat there and worked on that stupid spreadsheet for three full hours the day before without even getting up for a glass of water. I’d only stopped when Declan stood, put on his jacket, and told me it was quitting time.But apparently he assumed I’d be right back to blackjack and vodka today.Well, fuck him.I made a fresh pot of coffee, ordered some room service—an omelet, because I knew if I had any carbs at all I’d fall asleep with my face in the keyboard—and dressed in the closest thing I had to what the other people I’d seen in the offices had been wearing, black slacks and a blue button-down. I couldn’t wear a
Chapter 15Try MeLetting it all go seemed easy at first.I’d spent so many years showing—and allowing myself to feel—only the most surface of emotions: anger, entitlement, arrogance. Under the circumstances, I chose to temporarily trade those in for indifference, apathy, and resignation, but it was just as fake and just as likely to keep people from looking any deeper.My family hadn’t looked any deeper. Neither had Declan. Clearly, no one wanted to.And it worked. When I didn’t try to fight back, didn’t bother arguing or demanding answers, Declan didn’t go out of his way to humiliate or torment me aside from the rough, careless way he used me. He texted me at some point during the day to let me know when he wanted me available to be fucked, I awaited him obediently, and he fucked me. Sometimes he put me on my knees instead, or in addition to. I opened my mouth or spread my legs, and I moaned and cried out when he made me come, but I didn’t talk more than I absolutely had to.I took
Chapter 14What’s Worse?Declan’s knot hadn’t gone down at all by the time I blinked my eyes open and slowly came back to reality, lying on my side with Declan wrapped around me from behind. The bite he’d left on my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I could feel his, too, syncing with mine and vibrating through my back.And I felt safe again, which made me want to throw up and then run away screaming.Well, he’d already made me scream. Running away was out. And it’d suck to throw up all over the bed and be stuck here.Unfortunately, that left me with nothing to do but lie there enclosed in his arms listening to his steady breaths in my ear, savoring the heat of his body and the softness of the bed.Ugh. Savoring. I really was, and it made me swallow hard against a wave of real nausea.But it suddenly occurred to me that maybe Declan felt something similar. Pheromones. Hormones. Borderline mating-magic. I couldn’t be the only one completely at their mercy, could I? He might not