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“No, that won’t work,” I said, almost snapping at the young hunter. “Just because he seems insane doesn’t mean that he’s an idiot. He’s paranoid and unhinged, but that can work to his advantage, too. For all we know, he might already be thinking ten steps ahead of us.” I shook my head. “We can’t underestimate him at all, and we need to be prepared for anything that he might throw our way.”
The silence that followed my words was deafeningly sober. The Wargs were still on our back foot here, and we needed to shape up if we wanted to be on equal footing with the Kings again.
“Night,” Evan was the first to break the silence. “You talking about your mate has got me thinking about something I saw this morning.”
“What is it?”
“It’s not uncommon to see Troy walking around the territory splattered with blood, but today was different. I hadn’t seen Troy for a while until this morning, shortly before I left the Kings compound. His hair and his clothes were a mess, and there was blood all over his hands and on his shirt. Usually the blood on him smells vaguely familiar, like someone in the pack, but I knew this blood wasn’t from any wolf that I’ve met.”
My wolf reacted before I did. The table split right down the middle before I knew what I’d done. As the wood came apart, sending splinters and sawdust through the room, rage blazed through me. In the seconds that followed—seconds that would have seen me letting my wolf take control and wreak fucking havoc—I wrested control back.
The room was still, everyone watching me with wide eyes. The only one among them who didn’t seem surprised was Dom, who stared knowingly, stoically, at me. He alone fully understood the toll that this had taken on his Alpha.
I walked around the mess to stand in front of the group. I towered over them, showing myself to be every bit the commanding presence my weakening power had prevented me from becoming.
“It’s time to stop talking and start acting,” I said. “Gather the others here. I want this room filled with my best fighters. We’re finalizing a plan of action tonight because tomorrow, we’re getting them back.”
Dom nodded. He and the others filed out of the room, which left me alone again, though it wouldn’t last long.
I looked at the ruined table and closed my eyes. I had built this table a decade ago, and now it lay ruined at my feet. I hoped that this wasn’t a sign of things to come.
6
BRYN
In my dream, Night and I were together. Finally. We were naked, and the sensation of his skin brushing against mine, already hot and dewy with sweat, was pleasurable on its own, but I knew there was more gratification to come.
We sat together in what felt like a leather chair. I sat sideways in his lap, kissing him, tasting the love and passion on his tongue, devouring it like he was a home-cooked meal. His hands were everywhere—my hips, my sides, my back. Fire trailed in the wake of his touch.
He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, holding it gently between his teeth. At the same time, one of his hands found the coveted heat between my thighs, and I cried out, breaking the kiss so I could gasp for breath.
“Night…” I moaned, burying my hands in his thick, silken hair. “Yes!”
He kissed my cheek, my jaw, my chin, and each press of his lips grew more insistent. He sucked at my throat, the sting heightening the electric pleasure as his thumb circled my clit. I threw my head back, but his hand on my back kept me sitting upright. I spread my legs wider for him as he continued to leave love bites along my skin. One bite could be the thing that finished me. It could make me whole again. If only he would sink his fangs in me.
At the thought of being truly his, my orgasm ignited every nerve ending, and pure, hot ecstasy stretched out from my core and unfurled through every inch of my body. I shuddered beneath him in the aftershock of it. His eyes were all I could make out in the darkness, bright green with hunger and passion.
But he still hadn’t bitten me.
“Night, please,” I begged. “Finish me.”
He chuckled, but I didn’t want him to laugh, I wanted him to claim me.
I adjusted my position in his lap so I was straddling him. His thick, hard cock pressed between us as I leaned forward to kiss him, my body still tingling from my orgasm. My breasts were flush against him, my hardened nipples brushing against his firm chest. His cock throbbed against my stomach, slick with precum, eager to stretch and fill me.
“Bryn,” he growled against my lips, his clawed hands running up and down my back. The faint pain of the scratches only elevated my desire. As if he knew that, he dipped his hands lower and gripped my ass with those hands, lifting me and pressing his tip to my opening. “Mine,” he whispered.
“Yours,” I returned, and sank lower, eliciting a hissing moan from him. Now bite me and prove it, I willed.
He pushed me down, and at the same time, thrust upward. I cried out as he stretched me. His lips were on my neck again, his fangs dimpling the skin. He stoked the need burning inside me with those first thrusts, and my next orgasm came chasing after the first. I tumbled into it. I knew this was heaven even as my body burned like it was in flames.
“It’s time,” he growled, his sharp teeth drawing blood. I felt a hot drop of it trail down my throat and between my breasts. Finally, I would be his, and he would leave the mark that would prove it. With just a bit more pressure, his fangs would pierce me, and the claiming would be complete.
“Yes!” I cried, seconds from the claiming bite, but he suddenly pulled away. His body shuddered as he came. He leaned back in the chair, satisfied, but I was left trembling and wanting. I’d orgasmed twice, but I was incomplete and unfinished. That disappointment was a hole in my heart, one that would fester until it found fulfillment.
“Why didn’t you do it?” I asked him. “You were seconds from claiming me, but you wouldn’t.”
Instead of answering, he started to chuckle again, patting my back like I was a child who needed to be comforted and appeased.
