All Chapters of The Alpha's Warlock: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 7 That Isn’t How Mating WorksI thought I’d found a safe haven, with the door shut behind me and that stupid curtain drawn, but no sooner had I relaxed a little, the hot water running down over my ass and thighs and mingling enough with his come that I couldn’t feel it anymore, than the bathroom door opened and closed.A moment later, Calder drew the curtain aside and crowded into the shower with me. I wasn’t a small man, and the addition of his massive bulk to the little space made it as claustrophobic as a clown car.Gods, he was tall. Towering over me, just like I towered over half of humanity. He’d have had to bend his knees and duck to get under the showerhead.Not that I was giving him the chance. My shower. My hot water. He could stand there and freeze.Although with his alpha shifter metabolism, he might be warmer than the water on his own. My front felt as warm as my back, anyway, once he stood in front of me, mere inches separating us.I looked up at him, wary and

Chapter 9 A Second ChanceI didn’t leave anything out. Maybe I should have. Maybe it would’ve let me keep a little of my pride to skip over the fact that I couldn’t shift anymore, or that I’d given up hope, or that I hadn’t resisted what Hawthorne and his people had done to me in stoic silence, or with dry, cutting, sophisticated commentary à la James Bond.And maybe it was more than a little petty of me, that I took a horrid, vengeful pleasure in watching Ian’s eyes widen and his fists clench, claws extending even though he was clearly trying to keep them under control. To see Matt grow grimmer and grimmer, his shoulders so rigid they were like boulders. To see Nate turn away, swiping under his eyes to try to brush off the tears.I didn’t want their pity; it made me sick. But their guilt, their remorse? I really wanted that, so much that it made me even sicker.Maybe I wasn’t Jared—their Jared. I felt like I was, and I wanted to scream at them that I was, that they were wrong. Inst

Chapter 11 Didn’t Prove a Goddamn ThingHe’d said he’d fuck me.So naturally, that’s what I expected him to do. I lay still, thinking any second I’d feel the harsh burn of his huge cock stretching me open.Instead he moved down, shouldering my thighs open so that I had my ass tipped up in the air and my knees spread wide like I was presenting myself to be mounted. He pressed his face between my cheeks, stubble brushing over the sensitive inner curves.I let out a yelp, and he chuckled.Right against my hole, his hot breath tickling over that delicate skin.Fuck, and now I was thinking of myself as delicate. Or at least that part of myself.I wasn’t, and he needed to get the fuck out of my head.For a few long moments, he just breathed on me, hot and soft and making me squirm. And then his tongue flicked out, drawing little circles. Clockwise. Counterclockwise. Tracing my hole, getting it wet. Heating my skin. Big hands massaged my thighs, working my muscles into jelly. Christ, that

Chapter 13 Who Needs a Spleen, Anyway?“Yep, definitely a missing spleen,” Arik said with—in my opinion, anyway—unnecessary satisfaction, taking his hands off of my bare torso and sitting back on his heels. “I think he took half your liver, too. That grew back,” he added in response to my look of horror.“Is the spleen growing back too?” Nate asked, from his perch on a mossy log a few feet away from where I lay on the damp earth getting chillier by the second.We’d come out to the woods to do Arik’s ‘examination,’ because he claimed the trees would help. That sounded nuts to me, but Nate hadn’t argued—and Nate argued with everything.Arik turned and shot Nate a condescending, disgusted look down his nose. “Do you even know what a spleen is?”“It’s an organ that—does—it’s important to—of course I know what it does!”“No, you don’t. You don’t know what it is, where it is, or anything about it. I don’t know how a warlock can be so ignorant of basic anat—”“You’re the healer, not me!” N

Chapter 15 If He Needs MeIt felt too damn easy.That thought kept nagging at me for the month after Arik declared me officially alive and real, as I slotted more and more seamlessly back into my pack with every passing day, as I went to bed every night in Calder’s arms.The only time I didn’t worry about it was those stolen hours in between a day spent with the pack and a night spent asleep, when Calder made me forget everything but him, everything but how thoroughly he owned my body and overwhelmed my mind.I couldn’t deny it anymore. He fucking owned me, and it terrified me—whenever he wasn’t actively taking me apart. Which, to be fair, he did often. In the shower, kneeling behind me and eating me out until I muffled my screams against my braced forearm. In the bed, where he spread me out and sucked my cock and fucked me, or draped me over his chest and made me ride him until my trembling thighs wouldn’t hold me up, knotting me so that I stayed splayed across him for hours while