Chapter 6 So Very Fucking WrongAt first, a month sounded like plenty of time to make a plan. I spent the first couple of days sleeping a lot and avoiding thinking—or God forbid, doing anything—about what I’d learned of my previous life. Maybe denial wasn’t the healthiest way of dealing with it, but my mind and my body simply couldn’t handle any more shocks.On the fourth day I asked Drew for a laptop, and I settled in on the couch with a hot cup of tea—chosen because it had no texture at all and almost no smell, and therefore didn’t startle me when it only tasted like “hot”—to buckle down and finally face the facts. If I could find any facts, anyway.Internet searches proved less than fruitful. I found an article in a local paper from a medium-sized town in Southern California mentioning that I was still being sought, having stolen a car after an altercation and disappeared. It had a phone number for tips, which forced a bitter little laugh out of me. Yeah, maybe I should call it m
Chapter 7 Focused on YouFor long, agonizing moments, Drew didn’t do a goddamn thing.He just watched me.When he finally moved, all those muscles rippling and flexing—and how the hell did he manage to be so intimidating naked when most people looked all soft and vulnerable—I didn’t do a goddamn thing. My panic had transmuted into a cold, heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach, something like despair. Could I have started the car and tried to make a last-ditch break for it? Yeah. Sure. And he’d have been able to punch through the window and drag me out before I could even gun the engine.For all I knew, he could stop the car with his bare hands, or chase it faster than I could drive.Drew rounded the hood and came to stand right by the door, leaning down to peer in at me through the window. Our eyes met. And I felt the same way I always did: safe. A burst of relaxing warmth inside me. Even though this time I knew it was a lie.“I’m not going to—” He stopped and shook his head. The w
Chapter 8 Differences in Sexual FunctionA couple of hours of tossing, turning, punching all four of the bed’s pillows into different shapes—because screw it, if Drew was spending the night out in the woods and leaving me here to brood alone, at least I could have as many pillows as I wanted—and jumping at every rustle, creak, and shadow, I gave up and reached over to click on the bedside lamp.I shot a hostile glare at the pillows as I rolled out of bed. Four of them, and they’d still let me down, the little assholes.Fine, sleep wasn’t in the cards, and lying in bed obsessing over everything that had happened that evening, and everything that could still happen, obviously wouldn’t accomplish much.I needed a plan, and for that I needed information.The living room’s giant windows made me feel like a helpless little fish in a bowl surrounded by predators, so I grabbed the laptop I’d been using, made a cup of tea, and headed back upstairs to do my research in bed.And then I sat the
Chapter 9 Your Cock Happened!Drew stirred at last, tugging gently on my wrist to remove my hand from his softening cock. He set my hand on my leg, and then after a moment he let go—slowly, as if he didn’t quite want to.I realized then that I hadn’t even looked to see if he’d…knotted? I wasn’t sure about the terminology. Turning my head just enough to peek, I opened my eyes. No, his cock looked exactly the same. Huh. Had my hand job not been good enough?“No knot,” I said without thinking.Drew went rigid under me again, all his muscles tensing.“No knot,” he repeated slowly. “Were you expecting one? Ash, look at me.”Oh, God. I couldn’t possibly look him in the eye and talk about his cock, could I?Apparently I had to, because Drew carefully took my chin in his fingers and tipped my head up.His eyes had lost their glow—and they’d lost that crazed look they’d had, too. He seemed to be mostly himself again, even if his flushed cheeks contrasted oddly with his too-serious expression
Chapter 10 UntetheredDrew didn’t come home until long after dark, an hour after I’d given up on seeing him before the morning.I’d turned off the laptop ages ago, eaten some dinner without any enthusiasm, taken a long, hot shower, and then come back downstairs to lie on the couch and brood.The creak of the back door opening made me jump, but then the familiar cadence of Drew’s footsteps had me flopping back into the cushions, my heart still pounding a little. The ceiling lights were off, and the single standing lamp by the end of the couch cast his shadow up against the high wall like something out of a nightmare. He looked good, though, because he always did—even if he could’ve stepped out of a different kind of nightmare, or maybe a horror movie, what with the tears in his shirt and shorts, the bits of leaves caught in his wavy hair, and the dirt smudges and fine scratches on his arms and legs.The scratches disappeared as I watched, his werewolf healing ability wiping them away
Chapter 11 FeralBy the time Drew came to bed I’d passed out cold, but I woke up sometime later, too late for nighttime but far too early for morning. The very faintest gleam of pale dawn crept around the edges of the blinds.And Drew lay beside me on his back, a few inches from where I’d curled up on my side around a pillow, with the blankets and his boxers pulled down to his thighs and his hand working his rigid cock.He turned his head a little the second I opened my eyes, somehow knowing I’d woken almost before I did.“Ash, go back to sleep,” he panted. “Fuck. Don’t move, okay? Don’t move. Let me finish. If I can finish, maybe I won’t…”Of course, he didn’t finish his sentence, trailing off into harsh, rasping breaths. Hopefully he masturbated better than he communicated.A few hours of sleep had left me surprisingly clear-headed, so I had it together enough to lie still like he’d told me to until I got my brain around what the hell was going on. His big hand moving mesmerizingl
Chapter 12 ThoughtfulWhen I woke up hours later, the sun pouring through the cracks in the blinds and casting streamers of sparkling dust motes in its wake, I had strong arms wrapped around me, a hard chest against my back…and an even harder cock nudging between my thighs.Even though he’d come a lot the day before, and he’d knotted at least once. Had he fucked me early that morning after I went back to sleep? I tried to catalog my sensations, but of course I didn’t have much to go on. My ass and thighs felt damp and sticky.Gross.But Drew hadn’t left me alone in the bed and gone out in the woods. I could only consider that an improvement, no matter how sticky I might be.A few birds twittered outside the window and broke the near-complete silence. Under that, I heard Drew’s breaths, slow and even. He hadn’t moved, either. But I knew he was awake. He breathed differently while he slept, a little rougher.“Drew?”“Yeah?” His breath brushed my ear.“I need to get up?” Needing to pis
Chapter 13 A Purpose in the WorldWe lay there for a long time, long enough that I hardly even felt sticky anymore, the sweat and come dry on my skin.I missed it. At least I’d been feeling something.Finally I had to break the silence, because Drew showed no signs of stepping up to the plate in that regard. Were all alphas this stony-silent when they got stressed? Or only mine?No, not mine, not mine, and I backpedaled away from that thought with all my gears whirring frantically. Drew wasn’t mine.And even dealing with our practical problems, awful as they were, sounded better than following that train of thought any further. I had enough emotional problems, thank you very much.“What happens if you go to see them without me?” I asked, not all that hopeful about the answer but needing to try anyway, praying to find some middle ground between fleeing and giving in.Because even given infinite time and a large pad of paper for making copious notes, I’d have been hard pressed to thin
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