Chapter One
Jason woke, terror screaming through his blood, his gut rolling as if he would throw up at any minute. He drew in deep gulps of breath trying to quiet the fear that had held him hostage in the dream.
Looking around, he realized he was in his bedroom. Well, thank God for that, he thought. He closed his eyes and tried to swallow but found his throat too dry to accommodate him. Opening his eyes, he glanced around the room and realized nothing was disturbed. In the last three weeks, he didn’t always know where he would wake up. And when he did wake up at home, there were times his room looked like a cyclone had hit it. Worse, he had no idea how it happened.
A fresh wave of nausea hit Jason. He was still dizzy, still not sure what had awakened him. The dream had scared the living hell out of him, but he couldn’t remember what it was about.
He shoved a hand through his hair and found it wet. Cold and wet. He closed his eyes again. Shit, he’d been out running again. He didn’t want to think about what that meant. He didn’t want to face the possibilities of what he did when he was out in his sleeplike state.
He slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He didn’t want to think about it, about the whole fucking mess. Looking at himself in the mirror, he saw the signs that no one else had. If anyone in the pack had, they hadn’t mentioned it. His face was thinner. There seemed to be permanent circles under his eyes. Not to mention, he’d been snapping at everyone, including Eve.
Just thinking their mate’s name had his body responding, but he ignored it—or tried to. He had been trying his best to stay away from her for the last few weeks as much as possible. It was killing him, keeping that invisible shield up with her, but there was no way around it. Once he figured out what the hell was going on with him, he would go to her. He knew that she was confused, could see the questions in her eyes. Jason was sure he had a week at most before she started voicing those concerns.
Until then, for her own safety, Jason decided to keep his distance from Eve.
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Eve sighed in pleasure as Noah kissed a path down her belly. Every nerve in her body was alive, tingling from the delicious ecstasy Noah had created. Her cunt was so damned wet. She would be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. She was writhing, the need for release driving her out of her mind. Her hands were bound above her head, clamps were pinching her breasts, and her ass was still pink from the spanking he had given her. Her entire body screamed for completion, but Noah, being true to himself, was slowly driving her insane.
He settled between her legs, and she looked down at him. He smiled up at her and her heart turned over. He was such a big bad Dominant Alpha, but when he looked at her like that, he was just Noah—her lover. His eyes sparkled with delight as he blew a soft breath over her pussy. She dampened more with her need for him, for release. Now, it was worse. Her skin was supersensitive since he had just shaved her.
She squirmed, trying to relieve the pressure, but that got her pussy smacked. The sharp spank against the sensitive flesh had her clit throbbing. She shot Noah an evil look.
“Naughty, Eve,” he said, his breath feathering over her skin. She had to move. If she didn’t, she would scream. When she did, he slapped her cunt twice. “You keep being so bad you will regret it, sweetheart.”
Eve closed her eyes and tried to count backward from ten. She got to about eight before she had to start over again. It was all Noah’s fault. His fingers were tracing a pattern on her inner thigh, his tongue sliding along her slit.
“I am trying to determine if I should give you some kind of relief.” He licked her, teasing her clit a bit before pulling back. “I’m not sure you deserve it.”
She narrowed her eyes and, more than ever, wanted to yell at him, but she knew better. If she did, he would draw
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