Chapter 2 Sympathy for the Werewolf“Absolutely not,” I said with total conviction. And also with the knowledge that resistance was futile. Esther could’ve given the Borg a few lessons in extracting compliance.“You found him, you deal with him,” she replied, sounding irritated that I’d made her repeat herself, with her fingers twitching around the TV remote. She’d reluctantly paused an episode of some show with very angry people decorating cupcakes to deal with me and Jack when we showed up on her doorstep. “It’s in your job description, Angelo.”“I don’t have a job description!”She shot me a glare that could’ve withered even the brash, bug-eyed, ranting cupcake man who hosted her show.“Your job description is whatever the fuck I say it is. Someone needs to supervise his hunt for his missing mate to make sure the situation is what he says it is.” She sighed and took a swig of her wine. I followed suit. At least she’d offered me some once she chivvied Jack out the door with an adm
Chapter 3 Fucking Amateur HourJack stared down at the phone in his hand, now telling us loudly that it was too sexy for its shirt, like he held a feral gnome. “Fuck,” he said. “It’s Brent. He blocked me on everything. Why the fuck is he calling me?”“Answer it and find out,” I snapped, trying not to sound like I’d been hyperventilating. And suppressing the demand on the tip of my tongue about why the hell he’d have that as his cheating, brother-attacking mate’s ringtone. Maybe Brent had set it himself, and didn’t that give me a window into their relationship dynamic I didn’t want. “And put it on speaker.”He grimaced, but to my surprise he did what I’d told him and poked the screen a couple of times. Right Said Fred cut off mid-lyric, and silence fell for a second.“I know you’re there,” said a voice through the speaker. A deep, rumbling, hoarse kind of voice, not what I’d expected from someone named Brent. Stupid fucking name, anyway.Jack stiffened, and his hand clenched around t
Chapter 4 No Questions AskedThat startled me enough to get me up and off the bed in turn, my scrambling doubly inelegant given the constriction of my tightly tailored trousers.“The fuck?” I hissed, getting right in his face. “One life or one death? Are you—do you—” I sputtered, choked, and gave in to impulse, grabbing the front of his t-shirt in both hands and shaking him hard enough that he actually stumbled back a step. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”“Wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with—will you stop—why are you shoving me?” Jack demanded, as I shoved him all the way across the few feet between his back and the door, and he thumped up against it. His hands came up to grab me around the wrists, fingers hard and callused and strong enough to bruise even my nearly indestructible flesh.“Because you’re an idiot!” I shouted, at the absolute ragged end of my not-at-all indestructible patience. “One life or one death? No questions asked? That’s the most dangerous—you could u
Chapter 5 Un. Fucking. Fair.Gravel crunched under the tires as I pulled up at the very edge of the parking lot in front of the bar. It didn’t appear to have a name; the neon sign stuck to the edge of the overhang above the veranda simply said “BAR.” There were a few battered pickup trucks with fishing poles sticking out of the back, a cluster of dusty Harleys, one cheap sedan, and two guys smoking cigarettes at the end of the veranda. I could faintly hear something that sounded like “Freebird” echoing out of the building.Yep, a bar in the middle of nowhere.“We can’t just walk in there,” Jack said. “Brent’ll see me, and we’ll lose any surprise. And you can’t go in there because you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. Everyone will look at you.”“Of course we’re not going in there.” I turned in my seat so he could get the full effect of my eye roll. “They’re on the run. They’re not going to be in a bar full of people. We’re parking here because you said they’re in this vicinity, and my
Chapter 6 Not Very SubtleAbout half past midnight, my phone beeped. My police officer friend had sent me a file on the guy who owned the car: not only his name and basic info, but a full background check.Bless Morgan and his willingness to break the rules. I owed him a dozen boxes of donuts.I flipped to the photo, which was a mug shot—no surprise there. Although the crime he’d been arrested for that time, assaulting a fifteen-year-old street kid, made me raise my eyebrows. I mean, Jesus, there were assholes and then there were assholes.The guy’s birthdate made him forty-two years old, and his out-of-date photo showed me a thin-lipped, bald, heavy-browed thug. Human, according to the appended note.I turned my phone Jack’s way. “This is the owner of that sedan. Sam Hendler. Recognize him?”Jack’s lip curled into a snarl, and his eyes flashed gold. I was betting on yes.“Yeah, I do,” he confirmed. “He hangs around this bar Brent always used to go to. God dammit!”Jack turned away,
Chapter 7 Off the ClockJack went to retrieve my car, a task he’d assigned himself with a low-voiced mutter about my boots and tree branches. I let it pass, because I suspected he simply needed to get the hell away from Brent and their proximity-strengthened mate bond and clear his head a bit.We’d grabbed a roll of duct tape from the trunk of Hendler’s car—one of several creepy tools and objects we’d found in there—and Jack had checked him for weapons and then trussed him up like a mummy. I didn’t know how that tape would ever come off, but hey, not my problem. He could probably still breathe. I took care of Brent, taping him up a bit less thoroughly and dragging him into the front room of the cabin while Jack brought Hendler. Neither of us were particularly gentle as we deposited our respective burdens on the floor.They lay at opposite ends of the small room, too far from one another to attempt to collude and also far enough from any furniture to give them nothing to maneuver wit
Chapter 8 If It Was That EasyWhen my eyes popped open, I was trying to suck in air in deep, heavy gasps, and I wasn’t in the car anymore. I lay on my back, half propped up, and above me whirled a sickening kaleidoscope of gray sky, tree branches, and a dark, frowning thing, with two points of glowing gold in the middle.I blinked. Eyes. Glowing alpha eyes. Jack.My lungs rattled and bubbled, but I got an almost-full breath and focused. It hurt like hell, but I could feel myself healing.Not fast enough to keep up with the damage, though. I hadn’t fed in a while.The noise had died down. I could hear a few moans, and some voices raised in what sounded like an argument, but the lack of shouting and gunshots helped me a little in my efforts to get my senses under control.“Angelo, come on, look at me,” said one of the voices. “Come on, heal, look at me. Fuck, I promised you wouldn’t get hurt. I can’t…what do you need?”That deep, frantic rumble couldn’t be anyone but Jack.And the arm
Chapter 9 Never Be the Same AgainJack’s mouth on mine felt like falling off a cliff and knowing that hitting the ground would be the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. He kept the kiss gentle, coaxing me open—not that I needed coaxing.Finally. Fuck, finally.His tongue teased into my mouth, tasting me. Gods, I wanted more of him. The essence of him, the taste of his mouth and the flavor of his blood and the scent of his body and his magic.My arms went up around his shoulders, and I groaned at the feeling of him so big and warm and solid under my hands, skimming my palms over his muscles and then clutching onto his biceps so hard it would’ve made a human cry out in pain.He simply growled into my mouth, bearing me back down onto the bed with irresistible force.Not that I wanted to resist.I spread my legs as much as I could underneath the pile of blankets, and he settled between, his weight pinning me so deliciously that I writhed under him, arching up—and he pushed me down
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