“Yes, that’s exactly what I think. And I think it was more than one person. I just don’t know who or how many were involved. That’s why I was so worried about your interaction with Violet this morning. It had nothing to do with your ability to take her down. It had everything to do with whether or not she’s part of this and if that interaction put a target on your back. I will not allow anyone to hurt you or Shane. I care about you, Enya. I care about both of you, and no one will hurt you on my watch.”
He reaches his hands out to me. I take them and he pulls me to my feet. He’s careful to stay far enough away that his length doesn’t touch me, but he’s close enough that I can feel his body heat radiating off him.
“So please don’t come out here alone again. This part of the pack is too risky until I know who was involved. And stop avoiding me. I did not reject you,” he says firmly.
While I’m not happy to hear that someone in our pack might have betrayed our father, standing this close to Christian with both of us naked, his honesty about how I make him feel, makes me feel bold.
“Okay, Christian,” I say and the moment his body relaxes, I push forward, pressing my lips to his and licking my tongue across the seam of his mouth quickly.
“I like the way you taste too,” I say, dancing away from him as he growls.
“Enya…”
“See you back at the packhouse,” I say, grinning at him before I turn
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and leap, shifting mid–air and racing back to the packhouse. There’s only a moment delay before I hear his wolf’s huge paws land on the ground and only another moment before he’s beside me.
‘You are going to be the death of me,‘ he growls in the mind link.
Funny, I was thinking the same about him. Well, that, and what a beautiful death that would be.
Christian
The rest of the week was a cross between frustration during the day and soothing aches at night. The frustration came from not getting answers about Alpha Colin. I submitted the information to the Council for review, but I’m still waiting to hear back.
The other frustration comes from a red-headed minx who seems to take a great amount of enjoyment in pushing my limits. I swear to the goddess that the woman is intentionally touching me, sliding her fingers over my body, whether it be my stomach, my back, a thigh, my shoulder, a hand…it doesn’t fucking matter. Every time she touches me, my body lights up with desire and my cock stands at attention.
Then, at night, I get a very different version of Shane and Enya. Shane and I have gotten into a habit of talking at night. It’s good for him and he’s working through a lot of his issues. It helps that we’re working together to try and figure out what happened to his father.
And then there’s Enya. The first night after I kissed her, she didn’t come to me. I waited for her to come, but she didn’t. When I went to check on her, I could hear her crying softly in her room. It pissed me off that she was avoiding me and I’d stalked into her room, ping her up and cradling her in my arms just like I did that first night.
