Two days. For two days Rebel had avoided being alone with her. Yet as he descended the mansion staircase, heading out to load the square bales into the hayloft, she cornered him.
“Hold on a second,” Lily called after him.
Rebel froze. Between his days on the ranch and his evenings searching for a new lead, it’d been easy to avoid her. He’d used Murtagh to update her on their progress, but he’d given the ranch hands an evening off. It was only the two of them inside the house, so he couldn’t pretend he didn’t hear her.
She stood at the top of the staircase in that godforsaken nightgown, the one that reminded him of her moans as she’d pleasured herself.
She was gorgeous—breathtaking, really—and Rebel wasn’t the kind of sentimental yeehaw who used words like breathtaking. But even from the bottom of the stairs, the electricity between them struck him harder than a bolt of lightning. She was everHeat. White-hot and blinding. Lily felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t get enough. She bucked her hips forward as Rebel drew her clit into his mouth. His tongue fanned over her, scorching her from the inside out. He’d lit a fire inside her, leaving her helpless with pleasure, and all she could do was enjoy the burn.If she’d thought kissing him had made her wild and dangerous, that was nothing compared to the feel of his mouth between her legs. She buried her hands in his hair. The shaved sides contrasted with the dark, silky locks at his crown. To bring a man like this—a dark, powerful wolf—to his knees…It made her feel alive, powerful.Free.His tongue circled and massaged her clit as his hand ran up the inside of her thigh. He eased two fingers inside her cleft, still refusing to release her from his mouth. The tip of one of his canines gently grazed her most sensitive flesh,
Rebel tore from the hayloft like a bat out of hell, only pausing long enough to leave the truck keys sitting on the hood. Forget the bales of hay. He didn’t care if the rains soaked them to the point of ruin. If needed, he’d purchase hay come winter. At the moment, he needed to get the hell away from the loft, away from the scent of berries on her skin, the taste of her sweet sex against his tongue, andthe memories that threatened to destroy him.He’d known bringing her here would conjure up memories he’d rather keep buried, but he’d been willing to make that sacrifice. Yet he’d never expected it to be like this. He’d never anticipated being near her would hurt so much he could barely stand it. Every waking moment, he ached for her, wishing for what had once been. Even in his dreams, he couldn’t escape her. She came to him each night, the ghost of their past, and in his dreams, he didn’t need to lie, to pretend he
He was wrong. Lily knew that now without a doubt. She’d sat in the hayloft for the past two hours with her sketchbook, working on her graphite rendering and listening to the gentle whooshing sounds of the evening rain. Night had long since fallen, yet she drew by the dim light of the barn lamps. The dark smith of the graphite pencils stained her fingers from where she’d smudged and shaded sections of the image. Aside from the rain, the occasional rustling of hay, or a long moo from the cows, silence was her only company. Tucker had taken up residence in one of the empty stalls below and fallen asleep.May glanced out the cracked barn doors to the truck. She’d considered heading back to the house more than once, but she wasn’t ready to face Rebel yet. The pain in his eyes haunted her, but now that she’d mulled it over, she recognized how wrong he was. She wasn’t ashamed of him. No more than he was of her, and it wasn’t her fault that t
Rebel’s limbs ached and his temple throbbed as he rode through the darkened mountain paths. The moon shone overhead as his horse climbed the beaten trail, heading to where he knew Murtagh would have set up camp and guarded the children.He and his men had managed to hold off the bloodsuckers long enough to give Lily, Murtagh, and the ranch’s smallest shifters a head start. They’d been so outnumbered they hadn’t managed to kill all the vamps, but they’d taken out their fair share before they made their escapes. Each wolf had taken a different escape route—a tactic meant to confuse their enemies. The bloodsuckers likely wouldn’t catch up with them before daylight.Still, now that they’d been sold out and the vampires knew Rebel had her, that would limit the rebels’ movements. To complicate matters further, the knowledge would spread and her packmates wouldn’t be far behind. With the additional challenge of their
When Lily woke and emerged from the cave the following afternoon, Rebel was nowhere to be found. It was nearly nightfall by the time he returned to the campsite. The sun hung low in the sky, quickly disappearing beneath the mountain pines. The smell of burning wood and smoked meat filled the campsite. Fortunately for Lily, she and Daisy had spent the afternoon foraging, and they’d found a few raspberry and johnsonberry bushes not far from the camp. Murtagh had also given her a handful of granola and protein bars from the ones he kept in his pack for the children.Lily was biting into one of the protein bars as Boone dealt out another hand of johnsonjack when Rebel made his appearance. He tore into the campsite, wearing little more than a pair of jeans, which hung so low on his hips that the bones and sinew muscle were visible leading down to…She tore her gaze away.Even after everything they’d done last night, she still wanted him, and she&rs
Dry desert dust coated Rebel’s boots as he and Lily approached the Gold Tooth’s entrance. Flashing neon signage illuminated the hard Texas ground, and the loud sounds of country music mixed with dinging slot machines filtered through the front doors. He couldn’t believe he’d allowed Murtagh to talk him into this. When the Scottish wolf had tracked him down in the middle of the Salmon Challis National Forest, he’d gone on a rant so long, Rebel had nearly fallen asleep halfway through—something about feminism and bodily autonomy and how he needed to allow Lily to make her own choices, even if those choices involved putting herself in a dangerous situation beside Walker Solomon. It had all sounded very reasonable at the time.Rebel gripped Lily’s shoulder, stopping her short. “Are you sure you want do this?”“You have a reputation to uphold. Ask me that once more, and I might think you care about me.” She smi
Poker. The murderous bastard wanted to play poker. Lily strode toward the poker tables, drink in hand, her heels jabbing into the plush carpet with each angry step. She hadn’t expected to feel so much hatred and anger toward Walker Solomon, but the moment he’d sauntered up to the bar, she’d been hit with the full force of her rage.Not only had he killed one of her pack members in cold blood, but he was the sole wolf standing between her and the fate of their species. If he had even an ounce of loyalty to his kind, she and Rebel wouldn’t have to work for the information. The antidote would save the lives of thousands of pack and rebel wolves alike, but Solomon didn’t give one flying fuck. He only cared about how he could benefit.And that meant he was not only a cold-hearted killer but also a selfish, disloyal bastard.Lily slid into the seat across from Solomon at the poker table. The casino owner was babbling at the dealer—som
With Lily finally headed toward safety, Rebel dove back into the melee. Sterling, Boone, Daisy, and Yuri had managed to hold off Solomon’s men as Murtagh extricated Sophia from the wolf’s clutches. She was still alive, thanks to the Scot.Rebel couldn’t say the same for Solomon. At least not for long.Not with what Rebel was about to do to him.Rebel prowled toward Solomon’s office. He had watched the bastard escape there, bloodied and wounded, after his men had joined the brawl.It’d take more than a penknife to kill a wolf like him, and Rebel wouldn’t hesitate.Rebel prowled into the office. As he entered, Solomon’s back was turned toward him, his massive shoulders heaving with the excitement of battle. Blood trickled from his neck, but it was a second knife wound at his side that Solomon clutched. A pool of blood grew beneath his hand. But not enough to kill the bastard. From the look of it, Murtagh had left
LILY WATCHED AROUND, STUNNED. ANTHONY WATCHED READY TO GROWL ATRose, but his face showed deep concern.“What do you mean?” Lily questioned, turning the heart-shaped locket over a few times to show how ordinary it was. As a sentimental keepsake, the locket was invaluable, but it wasn’t special in any other sense.Other than the sea breeze stirring the bougainvillea that grew along the porch, nothing moved, and no one said a word. It was Rose who finally jutted her chin toward the locket and spoke.“I suspect Moira may have wish Josua to procure it for her. May I ask what’s inside?”Lily undid the clasp to show how harmless its contents were. “It’s nothing, really. Just this.”She laughed as she said it, then froze. Why was everyone staring? “Whoa,” Harry muttered, taken aback. “Wow.” Hailey’s eyebrows flew up.“Ho-ly shit,” Jeremy said, drawing out
LILY SMOOTHED HER HANDS OVER HER SHIRT AND CHECKED HERappearance for the third time. Her French braid watched fine, but her hands wouldn’t stop skittering nervously over her clothes. When she caught herself sniffing the air, she chuckled.“What?” anthony questioned, coming up beside her. The moment he touched her shoulder, her jumpy nerves eased.“Look at me, sniffing the air. Soon, I’ll be howling to the moon.”She hadn’t shifted yet, but she’d experienced a change the moment anthony had bitten her. That had been three days ago, and she was still tingling from the high. Of course, they had been shagging wildly at all times of day — and night — ever since.“Howling to the moon with me,” anthony said, looking pleased. The notion made her blood race. But then she wrinkled her nose andfrowned.“Yikes. We smell like sex.”“We smell like mates,&rdq
ANTHONY WOKE SLOWLY, STILL NOT QUITE READY TO BELIEVE. A WEEKhad passed since that awful day on the rocks — the day he could have lost Lily. He could be forgiven for holding her close all night long and not wanting to let her go now that it was morning, right?“Mmm,” she sighed, snuggling near.Nola and Boris snuggled near too, and anthony sighed. But, hell. He could deal with a couple of hounds at the foot of the bed.“Heya, buddy,” he said, reaching down to pet Shelly, who didn’t even flinch. In fact, he seemed to like it.The little Jack Russell had spent the night on a pillow directly beside the couch — the plushest, biggest pillow to be found. It was huge, and the golden tassels at the corners made Shelly look like a goddamn maharajah. Ish had brought it over sometime after the fight, and Lily had spent the first forty-eight hours afterward fussing over both him and the hound.anthony watched up at t
LILY FLIPPED JUST IN TIME TO SEE ANTHONY BEING THROWN AGAINSTthe rocks. His wolf body was battered, and Vucovich bled from several deep wounds too. But the grizzly had the upper hand, and it was closing in for the kill.“No!”She grabbed a rock and rushed forward, hurling it at the grizzly. The mighty beast flipped and growled at her, ignoring anthony. So she threw another rock and another. Each successive blow drew a greater reaction from the grizzly, who winced, ducked, and roared.One little part of her mind registered that she shouldn’t be able to make such an impact. That something other than pure panic might be fueling her. But then the grizzly came straight for her, and she froze, staring death in the face.Then Shelly — dear little Shelly, limping up like a canine Napoleon who didn’t know when to quit — sank his teeth into the grizzly’s back leg. The beast twisted around to anthony him away, leaving its
LILY FROZE AS ANTHONY HELD OUT HIS HANDS, SHOWING HE DIDN’Twant a fight. But his eokay glowed in a way she’d never seen before, turning the hazel into a fiery brick color. They were full of anger, but full of regret too. Why?“This is our territory, and you know it,” anthony barked at Vucovich and McGraw. Then he faced Josua. “You have no idea who you’re getting mixed up with.” He jerked a thumb toward the road. “Last chance to get out.”Josua laughed. “Or what?”“Or die.” anthony’s sound was bitter and worn. The sound of a man who’d seen enough death and destruction for one lifetime.“Oh yeah? You’re going to get rid of us all by yourself?”“No,” anthony said simply as Jeremy stepped into view near McGraw. Gone was the happy-go-lucky jokester; this Jeremy was a furious warrior, ready to do battle.anthony pointed. “H
A HEAVY SILENCE STRETCHED BETWEEN THEM, AND LILY WAITEDimpatiently for anthony to begin. Finally, he opened his mouth, ready to start, but then—His chin jerked up and to the side, as if he’d heard a phone ring. His forehead creased with deep lines, and his whole demeanor changed.“Damn it,” he muttered.Lily blinked. “Most things okay?”His shoulders drooped for a second, and his hands balled into fists. “Okay. No. Shit. I have to go check.”He watched at her for a long, hard minute, and she could see him warring with himself. He stand, reaching for his clothes, then took her hand.“I’ll explain most things, Lily. I swear.”He kissed her. She wish to kiss him back, but her mouth met thin air as anthony pulled away.“I swear, I will,” he muttered, pulling on his pants.She’d seen him turn on soldier mode before, but never as abruptly as
LILY FLIPPED SLOWLY, BARELY OPENING HER EOKAY BEFORE SHUTTINGthem again. It was morning — she could tell that much — but she was afraid the previous night had been a dream. What if she hadn’t just spent the best night of her life wrapped in a perfect man’s arms?But that weight on her leg wasn’t one of the hounds cuddled up alongside, and she wasn’t imagining the tough, wiry fingers intertwined with hers. Slowly, she opened her eokay. Then she closed them again, exhaling in relief. She really was cuddled up with anthony, and she really had spent the night in that cozy loft with him.The clock showed shortly past six. anthony was still spooned up behind her, snoozing peacefully. Was he wiped out, or would he awake all energized? She experienced a little of both, though she had the sneaking suspicion the energized part might take over again and lead them into yet another round of sex.A huge grin spread on her face as she
ANTHONY WRAPPED HIS ARMS AROUND LILY AND HELD HER CLOSE. Really close, the way you did with a dream you didn’t want to slip away. There was so much he wish to tell her — and so much he wish to hear her say. At the same time, he relished the sweet silence. He had his mate. What more did he need?Still, he was acutely aware that sooner or later, those words would have to come. Lily was right about having waited too long to have slept together. Had he waited too long to tell her about his inner wolf, too? “Lily,” he said silently, gathering his courage to spill it all at last.She smiled the sweet, hazy smile of a person who’d never experienced so satisfied. “Okay?”God, he loved her. Should he start with that?He kissed her shoulder, then her collarbone, and finally the upper part of her breast. Partly to buy time, and partly because he finally could. All those gorgeous curves, all that smooth flesh open for him to ex
LILY TOOK A DEEP BREATH. NOT BECAUSE OF WHAT SHE WAS ABOUTto do, but because being lowered by anthony was like floating through a cloud. How a man that powerful managed to combine gentle with urgent, she had no clue. But boy, did it work for her.It was crazy, how badly she wish him. How much naughty there was hiding inside the nice girl she’d always been.“I want this,” she said silently in an echo of her own words.She’d had a hell of a day, and her nerves were still on edge. But anthony made the fear fade into the background, and the more she touched him, the more her world filled with joy and light. So she fumbled with his shirt until he helped her work it off, and wow — there she was, flat on her back with an acre of smooth, hard chest above her. Her hands go right on smoothing circles across his skin, unable to get enough of him. How was it possible that they hadn’t gone this far before?Not far enough, a need