My heart sinks at the thought of it, of Jackson seeing…that.Because he’s not wrong – last night was incredibly important for Luca and I. Our bond now – it’s deeper than it was before, stronger and more significant. And he’s not wrong – Luca and I presented our relationship to the nation last night
I press my lips together and keep my gaze on his face, not letting myself look away. But also not denying, at all, the way that Luca and I feel about each other. Because I don’t want to lie and Luca is…so important to me.“So what do we do?” I whisper, desperate to make it better. I can’t go on with
And my mate complies, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine, where it belongs, and lays his body out on top of me. My leg hooks up over his hip, where it likes to be, and I kiss my mate rather desperately, with abandon. Half because I want him – always want him, f
Wants to sink himself deep into me, and bite me, and mark me as his own, and fuck me for hours – because I can feel it down the bond – and I want that –I want it right now, immediately –My hand slips down between us, pushing hard at the waistband of his pajamas –But then I go still, my mouth gapi
“Um...” Jackson says lightly, looking uncomfortably to the side – a move he stole from me, I don’t fail to note –And I gasp, even louder now, just staring at him, completely agape. Then, I find myself.“Jackson!” I sputter, leaning back to kick him with my foot. Not because I’m pissed – I just can’
“Okay,” he says, his smirk softening to a smile. “But…I mean, are you mad? That I’m not a virgin, like you?”“Wait, how do you know I’m a virgin?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.He sniffs the air around me. “I can tell by your scent.”“What!?” I screech, eyes wide.But he just laughs at me and shakes his
“I knew it was spring,” he murmurs, his head still hanging as he gets back on track, “because the riverbank was seriously muddy. Like, I kept slipping in it, couldn’t keep my footing, annoying as hell. In winter, it’s frozen solid. In summer, it’s so dry that the dirt…puffs up in the air.”He sighs,
He shrugs, stopping there, perhaps sensing that I don’t want all the details. Or wanting to keep them for himself. But I don’t begrudge him that.I frown a little, though, at this phrasing. “So…” I say carefully, softly. “Did you not…”“If you’re asking if I wanted to,” he murmurs, lifting his eyes
Ariel bursts out laughing and gestures out to the rest of the roof. “Of all the interference to our plans, you’re going to point out this tiny, adorable, sleeping infant pup as the problem!?” Both boys look down at the little dark-haired baby, whose amber eyes flicker open to betray her mother’s w
Jesse sighs, glancing at his watch and then looking to the door, an undrunk glass of champagne in his hand. “Where the hell is your damn sister?” “Your damn cousin,” Rafe murmurs, draining his glass and then pouring himself another. “You’d better stop that,” Jesse says, turning his head to Rafe
She goes still for a moment and then laces her fingers with his, squeezes his hand. “We’re not dating or anything,” she snaps. “Just…because you got all rejected and stuff. I didn’t come running up here just because you’re single – I thought you were going to die –“ “Sure, you didn’t,” Jesse says,
“I love you, Jesse,” Midnight whispers, watching him, her little mouth trembling, her entire body feeling weak. “I love you too, Mids,” he replies. “Always.” She nods once. And then disappears. Midnight fights hard against her emotions as she flits through the castle, moving back and forth bet
“I’m saying,” Midnight says, freely crying now, cupping Jesse’s face in her tiny hands. “That I – I don’t want to have your pups, Jesse. Ever. Ever. I don’t want them.” She shakes her head, vehement. “I think I’d be a bad mom. I’d leave them at the grocery store and forget they were there. I – I jus
She has to admit though…the stars are a pleasant addition. Midnight’s wolf gives a little worried howl, sprawled out in her soul, her little legs too weak to carry her much or far these days. But Midnight smiles a little and strokes a mental hand over her wolf’s fur, pleased to see her free and cl
“What,” Jackson asks, frowning down at the little rectangular stone in his hands. “Is it like, special?” “Jackson!” Midnight hisses, standing on her toes to smack him on the chest. “They’re invaluable! This is only the second I’ve ever seen in the world! And I only know of one besides that other o
I laugh, pointing at the big plate of apple pie on the table. “Well, I’m glad to see that you’re feeling cheerful,” I say, grinning at her. “I am!” she says, happily plopping down next to Jesse and reaching for the pie, pulling it all onto her lap and digging in with a fork. “I don’t think that an
Jesse’s eyes open first, and then Midnight’s, slow and sleepy. “How do you feel?” I ask quietly, leaning towards her, able to see her better now in the dawn light that streams through the windows. “What happened?” Jackson asks. I turn to see him standing at the door and I smile, reaching out a h