Haunted Sanctuary by Moira Rogers Page A

choosing to do it, not her fighting her way out.”
    “Oh, she’s fighting. Seems like she always is.” Eden closed her eyes and tried to quiet her body, but it was too late to dial back arousal. Jay’s breath skidding over her throat sent shocking tingles straight to her core. “The first night, you did something. You bit the back of my neck and she stopped fighting.”
    “It wasn’t the bite.” Jay brushed his lips over the hollow of her throat, and the tingles spread, solidified into a feeling of well-being, of rightness . It felt like dropping into a soft chair after a long day, like slipping between cool sheets at night, every knot in her body unraveling as her toes curled. She moaned, wallowed in it.
    Jay’s low growl subsided into a pleased rumble. “See? Once we’re bound together, that’s all the time. That easy.”
    Eden dropped her face to hide in the crook of his neck and let her body relax against his. “Soon?”
    “As soon as this mess with Memphis is done.”
    A few days, at most. Eden listened to the strong, swift beat of his heart and let go of the last of her anticipation. Sex could wait. Probably should wait, considering how much of it seemed tied up in a feral sort of insanity.
    They could be something more than urges. “Jay?”
    “Hmm?”
    She didn’t know the words for what she wanted to say. She wasn’t sure they existed. “They’re ours, aren’t they? The pack? They feel like mine. You feel like mine.”
    His chest shook under her cheek, a soft chuckle that washed over her, warm and sweet. “Ours. We’ll take care of them, honey. I promise.”

Chapter Seven
    Eden tucked the fitted sheet under the foot of the new mattress and slid her hand over the soft cotton with a smile. “There you go, Quinn. Better than a sleeping bag, I hope.”
    He offered her a faint smile. “I’m used to roughing it. The bag would have been fine.”
    “Well, the bed will be better.” Straightening, she propped her hands on her hips and eyed the rest of the room. Though the farmhouse had been a warren of sad, empty bedrooms for as long as Eden could remember, the rooms stood testament to a time when the Greens and their extended family had filled the halls with love and laughter.
    Now they were filling again, as quickly as Eden could clean them. Quinn was the quietest of the wolves who’d arrived with Zack. The bruised look in his eyes and the careful way he moved made Eden all the more determined to give him a little bit of something he could call his own.
    Moving to the sliding door, Eden pushed it open, revealing the second story porch. “We can get you a screen door for this if you want. Keep the bugs out but let you enjoy the fresh air.”
    “That’d be nice,” he answered vaguely. “Any more bed frames you need me to assemble?”
    Now wasn’t the time to push, no matter how much his pain made her ache. “There’s one in the bedroom across from Zack’s. I thought we could set it up so it will be ready when the witch from Red Rock arrives.”
    He nodded and left, heading into the large, all-purpose room at the head of the stairs where Mae sat with her sewing machine. Shane knelt by a baseboard, running cable for the internet, though he looked up when Eden walked by. “Let me know if you need any help.”
    Eden let Quinn go and leaned against the wall to watch Shane. “I think everything’s well in hand. I’m just a hovering mama annoying everyone.”
    He taped down a length of cable and rose. “I think everyone could use it, at least for a while.”
    “Maybe.” And maybe she wasn’t the right kind of soothing, not with her own wolf so volatile. “How’s the wiring coming? Will we be able to get a decent wireless signal, you think?”
    He grinned. “I’m putting a second router up here, Eden. That’s what the wires are for. Signal on the one downstairs will never reach, so you’re going to have two.”
    “Whatever works,” Eden said, glancing at Mae. The girl had her