she could refuse him. If he worked out she was lying, that she was manipulating him, he’d lose it. That would mean a whole lot of bad things for her and Sawyer. She turned and placed the warm bundle in her arms on the bed, intentionally steering him towards the piled up blankets. Like she knew he would, her son scrambled underneath, taking cover.
When she turned back, Lance didn’t hesitate, he moved in, pushed her back until she hit the wall behind her. ‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you? How many times I had to listen to Dan brag about how good you were? How he liked it when you fought and scratched and sunk those sharp little fangs into him. It made me insane, made me wish it was me you marked with your teeth and claws.’
Keep it together, Tressa.
She shook her head. ‘I didn’t know…you felt that way.’
He rubbed up against her, letting her feel his erection. ‘You do now.’
Then he dipped his head and kissed her. It was hard and sloppy. He used his teeth, biting hard enough to make her yelp then slid his tongue over her lips demanding entrance. She couldn’t do it. He repelled her on every level.
She was about to scream in frustration and shove him the hell off, when someone cleared their throat. ‘Lance? I’m sorry to disturb you, but…’
Lance wrenched away, a growl tearing from his throat. ‘What?’
‘Black Hills pack members, they’ve been spotted just a few miles from here. We have to move.’
He snarled, turned back to her and motioned to the small hump under the blankets. ‘Give me my nephew. I don’t want you getting any ideas about running again.’
She touched his arm again, tried to reach that part of him that had feelings for her, warped as they were. ‘Can’t we just talk to them, explain the situation. I can do it if you like, explain how silly I’ve been…just get someone to take me…’
‘It’s a sound plan, Tressa…if I could trust you. But I don’t. The only place I’ll talk to any members of the Black Hills pack is if they’re on Harlow land. Now give me the kid.’
‘But…’ He shoved past her and moved towards Sawyer. ‘Lance, please, just give me a minute.’
Limbs loosening, she prepared to shift, to fight him with everything she had. He yanked the covers back to reveal her son and her knees nearly gave out, weak with relief.
Sawyer sat there blinking up at them, naked as the day he was born—in his human form.
Chapter 10
Gabe hit the stairs to the third floor, struggling to stay upright. Sharp, drilling pain hammered through his skull in time with his racing heartbeat. A faint scent hovered in the enclosed space, a scent that sent dread and fear spiking through his gut.
Wolf.
The bastards had attempted to cave in his skull.
Fighting nausea, he took the steps two at a time. He didn’t bother with the door handle and kicked it off its hinges. The scent was stronger in here, overpowering everything else and making his beast claw to be set free, to take out the threat to what was theirs.
‘No.’
He ran to the bedroom, Tressa’s bags were gone. He could still smell her fear and anger, the scent of her desperation. He’d promised he would protect her, fucking swore nothing would happen to her and Sawyer and he’d let them both down.
He yanked his phone from his pocket. He couldn’t do this alone.
‘Fuck!’ He spun and slammed his fist into the wall. He had to get them back.
Waiting for Fletch and his men to arrive felt like an eternity.
The Black Hills alpha walked in, took in the state of him, a hard look on his face.
‘I fucked up. They came in here, they took them…shit.’
Gabe’s voice was rough, blended with the beast and he didn’t have it in him to call it back. He shoved his hands through his hair, happy for the bite of pain that pulled him back to earth even as white hot rage and fear surged through his blood stream.
Fletch approached slowly, like he expected Gabe to flip the hell out at any moment.
When she turned back, Lance didn’t hesitate, he moved in, pushed her back until she hit the wall behind her. ‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to taste you? How many times I had to listen to Dan brag about how good you were? How he liked it when you fought and scratched and sunk those sharp little fangs into him. It made me insane, made me wish it was me you marked with your teeth and claws.’
Keep it together, Tressa.
She shook her head. ‘I didn’t know…you felt that way.’
He rubbed up against her, letting her feel his erection. ‘You do now.’
Then he dipped his head and kissed her. It was hard and sloppy. He used his teeth, biting hard enough to make her yelp then slid his tongue over her lips demanding entrance. She couldn’t do it. He repelled her on every level.
She was about to scream in frustration and shove him the hell off, when someone cleared their throat. ‘Lance? I’m sorry to disturb you, but…’
Lance wrenched away, a growl tearing from his throat. ‘What?’
‘Black Hills pack members, they’ve been spotted just a few miles from here. We have to move.’
He snarled, turned back to her and motioned to the small hump under the blankets. ‘Give me my nephew. I don’t want you getting any ideas about running again.’
She touched his arm again, tried to reach that part of him that had feelings for her, warped as they were. ‘Can’t we just talk to them, explain the situation. I can do it if you like, explain how silly I’ve been…just get someone to take me…’
‘It’s a sound plan, Tressa…if I could trust you. But I don’t. The only place I’ll talk to any members of the Black Hills pack is if they’re on Harlow land. Now give me the kid.’
‘But…’ He shoved past her and moved towards Sawyer. ‘Lance, please, just give me a minute.’
Limbs loosening, she prepared to shift, to fight him with everything she had. He yanked the covers back to reveal her son and her knees nearly gave out, weak with relief.
Sawyer sat there blinking up at them, naked as the day he was born—in his human form.
Chapter 10
Gabe hit the stairs to the third floor, struggling to stay upright. Sharp, drilling pain hammered through his skull in time with his racing heartbeat. A faint scent hovered in the enclosed space, a scent that sent dread and fear spiking through his gut.
Wolf.
The bastards had attempted to cave in his skull.
Fighting nausea, he took the steps two at a time. He didn’t bother with the door handle and kicked it off its hinges. The scent was stronger in here, overpowering everything else and making his beast claw to be set free, to take out the threat to what was theirs.
‘No.’
He ran to the bedroom, Tressa’s bags were gone. He could still smell her fear and anger, the scent of her desperation. He’d promised he would protect her, fucking swore nothing would happen to her and Sawyer and he’d let them both down.
He yanked his phone from his pocket. He couldn’t do this alone.
‘Fuck!’ He spun and slammed his fist into the wall. He had to get them back.
Waiting for Fletch and his men to arrive felt like an eternity.
The Black Hills alpha walked in, took in the state of him, a hard look on his face.
‘I fucked up. They came in here, they took them…shit.’
Gabe’s voice was rough, blended with the beast and he didn’t have it in him to call it back. He shoved his hands through his hair, happy for the bite of pain that pulled him back to earth even as white hot rage and fear surged through his blood stream.
Fletch approached slowly, like he expected Gabe to flip the hell out at any moment.
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