than the next. She clawed at his back and bowed against the bed.
“More,” she cried out, her voice a desperate sob.
He could feel her pleasure building, his own release teetering on the edge. He buried himself so deeply inside of her it felt as if their bodies fused.
His lips collided with hers as he plunged into her again. Her fingernails raked across his back as her legs locked around his waist, anchoring herself to his body.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
He slammed into her faster, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Shockwaves of sensations rippled across his flesh.
His control was slipping. He was close. Too close.
“Come for me, beautiful.” He watched as her face responded to the command in his tone.
He could feel her tipping over the edge.
“Jacob,” she cried out his name as she clamped down on him, her body arching, pulsating with pleasure.
He gazed down at her, watching her expression as she exploded around him. His muscles clenched and shook, riding her harder, unable to hold back any longer. A growl ripped through his chest, and he emptied himself into her completely.
When his body went still, he eased out and pulled her against his chest. She snuggled against him and sighed. A sense of belonging filled him.
“I like it here,” she murmured, running her fingers down his chest. “I wish we didn’t have to leave.”
Her comment brought him back to the harsh reality. He couldn’t keep her there much longer. He’d allowed himself a brief moment to lose himself in the fantasy, but they had no future except the one the wolf had cursed him with when he was twelve years old.
Jacob’s chest tightened as he felt the familiar darkness creeping closer.
Death drew near, and it was coming straight for him.
Chapter 21
Yellow eyes glittered in the darkness, sharp fangs dripped with blood.
“You’re ours,” the silver wolf sneered. “There’s nowhere to run.”
Howling laughter resonated from the growing shadows.
The wolf lunged.
Fangs tore through flesh.
Ripping, burning.
Cold.
Death.
A deep, mournful growl jolted Kiera awake. Jacob bolted from the bed, his body gleaming with perspiration, eyes huge, dazed.
“Jacob?”
“We need to go. I need to get you back to the agency.” Hysteria threatened his usual calm. His eyes darted around the room, glazed from whatever nightmare had woken him.
“It’s still dark out. We can wait until morning.”
“They’re coming. I can feel it.”
“Everything’s fine. Come back to bed.”
Jacob sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, with his elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Talk to me,” she whispered, choking down the lump forming in her throat.
“He was out in the shed,” Jacob started to speak. “Working on a project. I wasn’t supposed to be there. It was a school night. Past my bedtime.”
“Who?” She placed her hand on his cheek and gently forced him to look at her. Anguish burned in his amber eyes, and her own chest clenched because of the grief she saw there.
“My father,” he said, voice strained. “They killed him in front of me. Tore his throat out. Gutted him.”
She started to say something, but the words died in her throat.
“When they were done, they turned on me. I thought they’d kill me. At the time I wanted them to.” A bead of sweat formed on his brow.
“But they let you live.” She understood the pain that his past had caused him, but not the fear he had for the future.
“With conditions.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, then over his face, letting out a hiss of a breath through his teeth.
“Conditions?”
“The wolves have fought against the Therian Agency for centuries. They don’t want to be bound by rules, so they create their own. My father was part of a mission to bring the packs to justice for their crimes against humanity. He was successful,
“More,” she cried out, her voice a desperate sob.
He could feel her pleasure building, his own release teetering on the edge. He buried himself so deeply inside of her it felt as if their bodies fused.
His lips collided with hers as he plunged into her again. Her fingernails raked across his back as her legs locked around his waist, anchoring herself to his body.
“You feel so good,” she moaned.
He slammed into her faster, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Shockwaves of sensations rippled across his flesh.
His control was slipping. He was close. Too close.
“Come for me, beautiful.” He watched as her face responded to the command in his tone.
He could feel her tipping over the edge.
“Jacob,” she cried out his name as she clamped down on him, her body arching, pulsating with pleasure.
He gazed down at her, watching her expression as she exploded around him. His muscles clenched and shook, riding her harder, unable to hold back any longer. A growl ripped through his chest, and he emptied himself into her completely.
When his body went still, he eased out and pulled her against his chest. She snuggled against him and sighed. A sense of belonging filled him.
“I like it here,” she murmured, running her fingers down his chest. “I wish we didn’t have to leave.”
Her comment brought him back to the harsh reality. He couldn’t keep her there much longer. He’d allowed himself a brief moment to lose himself in the fantasy, but they had no future except the one the wolf had cursed him with when he was twelve years old.
Jacob’s chest tightened as he felt the familiar darkness creeping closer.
Death drew near, and it was coming straight for him.
Chapter 21
Yellow eyes glittered in the darkness, sharp fangs dripped with blood.
“You’re ours,” the silver wolf sneered. “There’s nowhere to run.”
Howling laughter resonated from the growing shadows.
The wolf lunged.
Fangs tore through flesh.
Ripping, burning.
Cold.
Death.
A deep, mournful growl jolted Kiera awake. Jacob bolted from the bed, his body gleaming with perspiration, eyes huge, dazed.
“Jacob?”
“We need to go. I need to get you back to the agency.” Hysteria threatened his usual calm. His eyes darted around the room, glazed from whatever nightmare had woken him.
“It’s still dark out. We can wait until morning.”
“They’re coming. I can feel it.”
“Everything’s fine. Come back to bed.”
Jacob sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, with his elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. She moved behind him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
“Talk to me,” she whispered, choking down the lump forming in her throat.
“He was out in the shed,” Jacob started to speak. “Working on a project. I wasn’t supposed to be there. It was a school night. Past my bedtime.”
“Who?” She placed her hand on his cheek and gently forced him to look at her. Anguish burned in his amber eyes, and her own chest clenched because of the grief she saw there.
“My father,” he said, voice strained. “They killed him in front of me. Tore his throat out. Gutted him.”
She started to say something, but the words died in her throat.
“When they were done, they turned on me. I thought they’d kill me. At the time I wanted them to.” A bead of sweat formed on his brow.
“But they let you live.” She understood the pain that his past had caused him, but not the fear he had for the future.
“With conditions.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, then over his face, letting out a hiss of a breath through his teeth.
“Conditions?”
“The wolves have fought against the Therian Agency for centuries. They don’t want to be bound by rules, so they create their own. My father was part of a mission to bring the packs to justice for their crimes against humanity. He was successful,
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