answered with a grumble.
“Are you and Reika safe?” Jason asked.
He sat up, his wolf on sudden alert. “Yes. What happened?”
“Teller was patrolling through town, and he saw the three males slinking around the garage.”
Bo’s stomach filled with lead. That garage had been in Jason’s family for generations. “Did they do anything?”
“Teller alerted Trick and me before he found out what they were doing. They had set a small fire in the back, jimmying the back door open and tossing accelerant inside. Trick and Teller put the fire out before too much damage was done, but I thought you should know something else.”
“Tell me no one was hurt.”
“No, the garage was completely empty. But they tacked a note to the door that says, ‘Give us back our woman or the whole town burns. ’”
The silence was deafening. Bo and Jason had spoken many times in the last few days about what the next steps should be, if the lynxes retaliated again.
“I’m ready, Jason,” Bo said with conviction.
“I’ll make the calls. How much time do you need?”
He glanced down at Reika, whose beautiful features were carved with worry. “Five days.”
“See you then.”
Bo hung up and leaned on his elbow, looking down at her. He knew with her superior hearing that she had heard every word. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, sweetheart. Teller called the police chief who is mated to one of our female wolves, and the two of them put the fire out before there was too much damage. No one was there, and the damage was minimal.”
She took in a shaky breath. “I need to leave.”
He bristled, man and wolf. “Hell no. It’s even more dangerous now.”
“Bo, please,” she started, and he silenced her with his mouth. He and his pack would see to it that she was safe for the next five days. Plans had been made and set in place. All he had to do was keep her from trying to run on her own, and everything would be fine.
He hoped.
Chapter 8
Bo’s warm mouth was insistent against hers as he leaned into her, sweeping his tongue along the seam. Her mouth parted, and their tongues met in a sensual slide that made her skin tingle. She’d been fighting her attraction to Bo, and not very successfully. She knew he wanted to try to break the promise between her and the lynx males, but she couldn’t risk that happening. Not now. Not when he’d come to mean so much to her.
He moved off the couch, not breaking their embrace, and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her through the house to the bedroom, and she felt the strain of his injured leg as he walked. An idea formed in her mind as he laid her down on the bed. She could heal him. She would heal him, and then she would leave. He would be better off healed and able to move on with his life, even though her wolf howled in anguish in her mind at the thought of leaving him.
Gorgeous.
Kind.
Sweet.
Hers.
His lips trailed down her cheek as he covered her with his body. She ran her blunt nails up his broad back, feeling the muscles as they bunched and moved under her fingers. His teeth pressed down on her ear lobe and then found the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. He licked a path from that spot down her neck, and she arched under him, her hands grasping at him.
The thin shirt she wore to bed was pushed up and her bare breasts chilled in the cooler air. He licked across one nipple while his hands explored the lush mounds. He grabbed the nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, the teasing pressure making her body ache.
She ran her fingers through his hair, testing the soft strands. Her body grew tight and heat bloomed in her core, as he turned his attention to her neglected nipple and tugged and licked it until it was as hot and hard as the other one.
He kissed down her belly, circling his tongue around her navel, and kissing along the edge of her pajama pants. The ribbon
“Are you and Reika safe?” Jason asked.
He sat up, his wolf on sudden alert. “Yes. What happened?”
“Teller was patrolling through town, and he saw the three males slinking around the garage.”
Bo’s stomach filled with lead. That garage had been in Jason’s family for generations. “Did they do anything?”
“Teller alerted Trick and me before he found out what they were doing. They had set a small fire in the back, jimmying the back door open and tossing accelerant inside. Trick and Teller put the fire out before too much damage was done, but I thought you should know something else.”
“Tell me no one was hurt.”
“No, the garage was completely empty. But they tacked a note to the door that says, ‘Give us back our woman or the whole town burns. ’”
The silence was deafening. Bo and Jason had spoken many times in the last few days about what the next steps should be, if the lynxes retaliated again.
“I’m ready, Jason,” Bo said with conviction.
“I’ll make the calls. How much time do you need?”
He glanced down at Reika, whose beautiful features were carved with worry. “Five days.”
“See you then.”
Bo hung up and leaned on his elbow, looking down at her. He knew with her superior hearing that she had heard every word. “Was anyone hurt?”
“No, sweetheart. Teller called the police chief who is mated to one of our female wolves, and the two of them put the fire out before there was too much damage. No one was there, and the damage was minimal.”
She took in a shaky breath. “I need to leave.”
He bristled, man and wolf. “Hell no. It’s even more dangerous now.”
“Bo, please,” she started, and he silenced her with his mouth. He and his pack would see to it that she was safe for the next five days. Plans had been made and set in place. All he had to do was keep her from trying to run on her own, and everything would be fine.
He hoped.
Chapter 8
Bo’s warm mouth was insistent against hers as he leaned into her, sweeping his tongue along the seam. Her mouth parted, and their tongues met in a sensual slide that made her skin tingle. She’d been fighting her attraction to Bo, and not very successfully. She knew he wanted to try to break the promise between her and the lynx males, but she couldn’t risk that happening. Not now. Not when he’d come to mean so much to her.
He moved off the couch, not breaking their embrace, and lifted her up in his arms. He carried her through the house to the bedroom, and she felt the strain of his injured leg as he walked. An idea formed in her mind as he laid her down on the bed. She could heal him. She would heal him, and then she would leave. He would be better off healed and able to move on with his life, even though her wolf howled in anguish in her mind at the thought of leaving him.
Gorgeous.
Kind.
Sweet.
Hers.
His lips trailed down her cheek as he covered her with his body. She ran her blunt nails up his broad back, feeling the muscles as they bunched and moved under her fingers. His teeth pressed down on her ear lobe and then found the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear. He licked a path from that spot down her neck, and she arched under him, her hands grasping at him.
The thin shirt she wore to bed was pushed up and her bare breasts chilled in the cooler air. He licked across one nipple while his hands explored the lush mounds. He grabbed the nipple between his teeth and tugged gently, the teasing pressure making her body ache.
She ran her fingers through his hair, testing the soft strands. Her body grew tight and heat bloomed in her core, as he turned his attention to her neglected nipple and tugged and licked it until it was as hot and hard as the other one.
He kissed down her belly, circling his tongue around her navel, and kissing along the edge of her pajama pants. The ribbon
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