female is in her heat cycle? I'm wracking my brains, but I am certain none of our females were cycling.”
Drek nods. Bowen is correct. He shakes his head. A female in heat? In the middle of a pack of Were? Even the Lanarre will be hard-pressed to restrain themselves. Royal lineage does not negate the primal needs of werewolves. The three F s are in full play: feeding, fighting, and fucking.
Bowen races ahead.
Drek follows closely—he cannot have Tahlia in the middle of the fray. He's relieved she's safely in Lanarre territory. It was his hope that her scent would lead here.
When he arrives in the heart of his den, his relief is short-lived.
Tahlia is screaming, held down by three Lanarre males.
Meanwhile, a demonic guts whoever comes within striking distance of the female he and Bowen had scented as fertile.
His voice booms over the space, the trees shaking from the resonance of the growling timbre, “Stop!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Scott
“Scott!” Julia says loudly.
He blinks slowly awake. Julia's perfect face comes into focus.
But it's her bare breasts that really get his attention.
Her hands on his shoulders, she sighs, sitting back on her heels.
Scott sits up, eyes pinned to her nude form.
“Perv,” she says in a sullen voice.
He grins, grabbing her and setting her on his lap. “What happened?”
Julia giggles softly. “I think we blew a fuse or something.”
Scott nods, eyebrows hiked. “Nice.”
Champagne hair sweeps forward over her wrinkled brow. “I don't think passing out every time we have sex is all that great.”
Scott's brows meet. “Oh, yeah. Why not?”
He leans in, rubbing her nose with his then kissing the tip softly. “I'll pass out with you anytime.”
“Perv,” she whispers again, but more softly this time. Her voice is edged with desire and a hint of happiness.
“You betcha, all the way.” Scott covers her breast with his hand, and her sharp intake of air is felt in both ways, through flesh and a warm breath of air through his soul.
Scott shudders. “I don't know how I'm going to get used to that.”
“We will,” Julia says, snuggling deeper into his body.
They hold each other quietly for a few minutes, saying nothing as Scott explores every inch of her skin with his palms. “I can't believe you're mine.”
Julia nods.
Scott feels her sadness through their link and leans back to see her face. A sheen of tears wets Julia's amber eyes. “Hey,” he says as the first one slips out. “No crying. I forbid it.”
She laughs, nodding. “How can I be this happy when all this shit is raining down all around us?”
“Ah,” Scott says, understanding sinking in like unwanted teeth.
Julia disentangles from his embrace and grabs his shirt off the floor, throwing it on over her head. Julia heads to the bathroom, and Scott gives her the space. Water runs, then a toilet flushes.
Scott stands and walks naked to the thermostat on the wall. He looks at the temperature setting. Too cold. He turns the dial up to seventy-two. Balmy . He frowns. His balls will melt off, but Julia will be toasty. Sacrifices must be made . His lips quirk as he leaves the setting warmer.
Julia leaves the bathroom, skin flushed.
He walks by her, trailing his fingers over her neck and down her spine as he moves to the bathroom and uses it himself.
Water runs down the drain as Scott holds his toothbrush loosely, inspecting his face in the mirror. He doesn't know what he was expecting to see. Their soul-meld is complete, but he really doesn't feel much different. He loves Julia. He still wants to protect her. Nothing's changed.
Everything has.
He walks out of the bathroom, catching sight of the pensive way she's standing. “We're not going to discuss what we can't help.” As Scott walks over to Julia, her eyes dip to his hips and a deep-pink color invades her cheeks.
Oh yeah, got my dick hanging in the wind.
Scott grins.
Julia blushes harder.
This is too fun. Scott's gaze never
Drek nods. Bowen is correct. He shakes his head. A female in heat? In the middle of a pack of Were? Even the Lanarre will be hard-pressed to restrain themselves. Royal lineage does not negate the primal needs of werewolves. The three F s are in full play: feeding, fighting, and fucking.
Bowen races ahead.
Drek follows closely—he cannot have Tahlia in the middle of the fray. He's relieved she's safely in Lanarre territory. It was his hope that her scent would lead here.
When he arrives in the heart of his den, his relief is short-lived.
Tahlia is screaming, held down by three Lanarre males.
Meanwhile, a demonic guts whoever comes within striking distance of the female he and Bowen had scented as fertile.
His voice booms over the space, the trees shaking from the resonance of the growling timbre, “Stop!”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Scott
“Scott!” Julia says loudly.
He blinks slowly awake. Julia's perfect face comes into focus.
But it's her bare breasts that really get his attention.
Her hands on his shoulders, she sighs, sitting back on her heels.
Scott sits up, eyes pinned to her nude form.
“Perv,” she says in a sullen voice.
He grins, grabbing her and setting her on his lap. “What happened?”
Julia giggles softly. “I think we blew a fuse or something.”
Scott nods, eyebrows hiked. “Nice.”
Champagne hair sweeps forward over her wrinkled brow. “I don't think passing out every time we have sex is all that great.”
Scott's brows meet. “Oh, yeah. Why not?”
He leans in, rubbing her nose with his then kissing the tip softly. “I'll pass out with you anytime.”
“Perv,” she whispers again, but more softly this time. Her voice is edged with desire and a hint of happiness.
“You betcha, all the way.” Scott covers her breast with his hand, and her sharp intake of air is felt in both ways, through flesh and a warm breath of air through his soul.
Scott shudders. “I don't know how I'm going to get used to that.”
“We will,” Julia says, snuggling deeper into his body.
They hold each other quietly for a few minutes, saying nothing as Scott explores every inch of her skin with his palms. “I can't believe you're mine.”
Julia nods.
Scott feels her sadness through their link and leans back to see her face. A sheen of tears wets Julia's amber eyes. “Hey,” he says as the first one slips out. “No crying. I forbid it.”
She laughs, nodding. “How can I be this happy when all this shit is raining down all around us?”
“Ah,” Scott says, understanding sinking in like unwanted teeth.
Julia disentangles from his embrace and grabs his shirt off the floor, throwing it on over her head. Julia heads to the bathroom, and Scott gives her the space. Water runs, then a toilet flushes.
Scott stands and walks naked to the thermostat on the wall. He looks at the temperature setting. Too cold. He turns the dial up to seventy-two. Balmy . He frowns. His balls will melt off, but Julia will be toasty. Sacrifices must be made . His lips quirk as he leaves the setting warmer.
Julia leaves the bathroom, skin flushed.
He walks by her, trailing his fingers over her neck and down her spine as he moves to the bathroom and uses it himself.
Water runs down the drain as Scott holds his toothbrush loosely, inspecting his face in the mirror. He doesn't know what he was expecting to see. Their soul-meld is complete, but he really doesn't feel much different. He loves Julia. He still wants to protect her. Nothing's changed.
Everything has.
He walks out of the bathroom, catching sight of the pensive way she's standing. “We're not going to discuss what we can't help.” As Scott walks over to Julia, her eyes dip to his hips and a deep-pink color invades her cheeks.
Oh yeah, got my dick hanging in the wind.
Scott grins.
Julia blushes harder.
This is too fun. Scott's gaze never
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