equivalent of making a formal
announcement in the local paper." She turned away from Griffin with his
stony jaw and looked at Linc while he continued. "It means that in the
eyes of the packs and lone wolves, even the other shapeshifter and supernatural
groups, you are our wife, and we have the right to defend you, to the death if
necessary."
"Linc,"
she whispered it through a throat closing in panic. This was new, as well,
that dive to straight panic, along with all the other intense emotions that
seemed to be invading her randomly these days. "I can't..."
Before she
could finish Griffin pulled her out of her seat and into his lap.
"Breathe," he said harshly, but his hands were gentle on her skin
when he pushed her hair back from her face and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Breathe Becca."
She wasn't
sure if it was the word wife, or the 'defend to the death' statement but she
was definitely having breathing issues.
"When
were you going to tell me?" she asked, her arms tight around Griffin, her
eyes closed. She laughed harshly. “Just because I seem to be on some crazed
emotional rollercoaster, and you never know when I’m going to rage, cry, laugh
or lose my mind, is no reason to keep me in the dark.”
He ignored
the sarcasm and answered the question. "When it was over and you didn't
have a chance to argue about it."
"You
are such a bastard." But she didn't let go of him. Right now he offered
a safety she desperately needed.
"I
know," he said quietly, holding her tight. "But we need you. I
can't..." His voice stopped then started again softer. "We can't
lose you."
She opened
her eyes and lifted her head, searching his eyes. They were molten wolf gold.
"You know it won't mean the same thing to me that it does to the wolves.
I will make my own choices. If I decide to go, I will go, no matter what the
'supernatural community,' considers marriage."
"This
is more about keeping you safe than keeping you," Linc said from behind
them. "This will make it so no one will take away your
choices."
"Except
you," Becca said, still lost in Griffin’s smoldering eyes.
"Maybe."
Jacob joined the conversation. "But I trust us not to hurt you or force
you into anything you don't want. I don't trust anyone else."
She sighed,
then pressed a soft kiss to Griffin’s hard lips, watching his eyes soften for
her. "All right. I said I'd come. It's my own fault for not getting
more information to begin with."
"It
wouldn't have mattered," Griffin said gruffly, returning her kiss before
placing her back in her seat between Jacob and Linc, and fastening her
seatbelt. "We both know you still would have made the same decision to
support Linc."
She smiled
across at him, showing a lot of teeth. "If you're so confident of my
choices, why not just give me all the information to start with and trust me to
make them?"
He smiled
back at her, only she would bet money his smile was scarier than hers. "I
suppose that is one way to go."
"You're
problem is you're used to being bossy." She took Linc’s hand into hers
because she sensed he needed it. A reaction that needed no thought on her
part. She didn't even notice until she felt his relief at her touch. She
squeezed his hand, using her other one to brush over the skin of his wrist,
enjoying the feel of him under her fingers. Meanwhile, she watched Griffin,
continuing to bait him, enjoying that too. "You need to practice sharing
Griffin. Get rid of those nasty loner habits."
He smirked,
taking in with his eyes her proximity to Jacob and Linc. She hadn't even
noticed when her feet and Jacob’s got tangled up together. "I think I
share pretty well. But if you want to practice, I can think of a few positions
we haven't tried."
Becca
snorted. "The one place you don't need practice is in bed. As far as I
can tell you excel at all primal male acts, including, but not limited to
raunchy hard core, sex." She waved that
announcement in the local paper." She turned away from Griffin with his
stony jaw and looked at Linc while he continued. "It means that in the
eyes of the packs and lone wolves, even the other shapeshifter and supernatural
groups, you are our wife, and we have the right to defend you, to the death if
necessary."
"Linc,"
she whispered it through a throat closing in panic. This was new, as well,
that dive to straight panic, along with all the other intense emotions that
seemed to be invading her randomly these days. "I can't..."
Before she
could finish Griffin pulled her out of her seat and into his lap.
"Breathe," he said harshly, but his hands were gentle on her skin
when he pushed her hair back from her face and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Breathe Becca."
She wasn't
sure if it was the word wife, or the 'defend to the death' statement but she
was definitely having breathing issues.
"When
were you going to tell me?" she asked, her arms tight around Griffin, her
eyes closed. She laughed harshly. “Just because I seem to be on some crazed
emotional rollercoaster, and you never know when I’m going to rage, cry, laugh
or lose my mind, is no reason to keep me in the dark.”
He ignored
the sarcasm and answered the question. "When it was over and you didn't
have a chance to argue about it."
"You
are such a bastard." But she didn't let go of him. Right now he offered
a safety she desperately needed.
"I
know," he said quietly, holding her tight. "But we need you. I
can't..." His voice stopped then started again softer. "We can't
lose you."
She opened
her eyes and lifted her head, searching his eyes. They were molten wolf gold.
"You know it won't mean the same thing to me that it does to the wolves.
I will make my own choices. If I decide to go, I will go, no matter what the
'supernatural community,' considers marriage."
"This
is more about keeping you safe than keeping you," Linc said from behind
them. "This will make it so no one will take away your
choices."
"Except
you," Becca said, still lost in Griffin’s smoldering eyes.
"Maybe."
Jacob joined the conversation. "But I trust us not to hurt you or force
you into anything you don't want. I don't trust anyone else."
She sighed,
then pressed a soft kiss to Griffin’s hard lips, watching his eyes soften for
her. "All right. I said I'd come. It's my own fault for not getting
more information to begin with."
"It
wouldn't have mattered," Griffin said gruffly, returning her kiss before
placing her back in her seat between Jacob and Linc, and fastening her
seatbelt. "We both know you still would have made the same decision to
support Linc."
She smiled
across at him, showing a lot of teeth. "If you're so confident of my
choices, why not just give me all the information to start with and trust me to
make them?"
He smiled
back at her, only she would bet money his smile was scarier than hers. "I
suppose that is one way to go."
"You're
problem is you're used to being bossy." She took Linc’s hand into hers
because she sensed he needed it. A reaction that needed no thought on her
part. She didn't even notice until she felt his relief at her touch. She
squeezed his hand, using her other one to brush over the skin of his wrist,
enjoying the feel of him under her fingers. Meanwhile, she watched Griffin,
continuing to bait him, enjoying that too. "You need to practice sharing
Griffin. Get rid of those nasty loner habits."
He smirked,
taking in with his eyes her proximity to Jacob and Linc. She hadn't even
noticed when her feet and Jacob’s got tangled up together. "I think I
share pretty well. But if you want to practice, I can think of a few positions
we haven't tried."
Becca
snorted. "The one place you don't need practice is in bed. As far as I
can tell you excel at all primal male acts, including, but not limited to
raunchy hard core, sex." She waved that
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