But then I register that nod and my eyes go wide.“Really?” I ask, the word hitching in my throat as anxiety hits me again. “Are you – are you sure Jacks? You wanted to wait –“He gives a tiny shrug, his own throat working. “I didn’t want to wait forever. I just wanted to wait until it felt…right. A
I just stare up at Jackson for a long, long moment, not knowing what to do or how to express this brand new fear and keep my dignity.“Ariel,” Jackson says again, his frown deepening as he strokes a comforting hand over my hair, his hand tracing through the long damp strands of it. “What’s wrong? Wh
My breath hitches with fear because…what?“Don’t get scared,” Jackson murmurs, putting his hands on my hips and tugging gently backwards until I’m on my knees in front of him. “You trust me, right?”I nod instantly, because I do – but I have to admit, I am scared. He bends forward, slipping a hand a
Jackson snarls his possession and his want as he repositions himself, pressing the tip of his cock again at my entrance, his chest heaving with desire and restraint. “Please,” I beg, shaking my head, sliding my hand down to his lower back and pressing urgently there. “Please, Jackson, I want it –“
“What?” I murmur, lifting my head a little, curling my body even closer to his, wanting as much of me touching as much of him as possible. “What’s so funny?”“I just…can hear every single one of your thoughts,” he murmurs, shaking his head and grinning at me.I burst out laughing, giving him a lazy
Slowly, I shake my head. Because even if my grandmother hadn’t forbidden it, I still know that it’s true. That I still want Luca – he’s still my mate.Jackson nods, closing his eyes just for a moment, processing it. And I feel the hurt swelling down the bond, but also feel him shutting it down, not
Jackson growls comfortably, cuddling me close and nudging my chin aside so he has access again to my neck. “When I give you my mark for real,” he murmurs, “I’m putting it right here.” He presses a kiss, then, to that special spot low on my neck. And I shiver with delight and anticipation, again want
Jesse feels the change in the room almost immediately and turns towards the rest of the group. “Yeah, Rafe beat me in the end,” he says with a wide smile, breaking into the silence and carrying on as if nothing happened. He doesn’t dropping his hand from its place on Daphne’s back but certainly not
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