Page 62 of Bad Blood Wolf

The feeling of his thick shaft filling her was too much. She exploded in an intense orgasm, body shaking, meeting Brody’s thrusts with her own, trying to take him even more deeply inside her.

The climax subsided, but Brody continued to thrust inside her, watching her face, her body, with total intensity. Impossibly, she felt another climax building, and she gripped his arms, nails digging in, unable to do anything but give in to the pleasure.

As the second orgasm crashed over her, Jasmin pulled Brody down on top of her. His slow, measured thrusts had grown faster, harder, and his wolf was growling constantly, his eyes flashing gold.

He was so close, and she wanted to feel him come.

“I love you, Brody,” she whispered. He drove himself so deeply inside her that she felt as if they were one person. Something exploded in her chest, smashing her walls, and heat spread through her whole body. The air around them looked like it was sparkling.

With one shared primal howl, they were carried off the edge of the cliff together.

A long time later, they lay in each other’s arms, smoothing each other’s skin with slow strokes, trading small soft kisses.

“Tell me about your mother,” Jasmin said. “Do you know what’s wrong with her? Is there anything more you can do to help her?”

He shrugged, twining a strand of her hair around his fingers. “I don’t know. This new drug might help.”

“What happened?”

He shook his head. “I’m not sure.” He smoothed the hair back down again. He grew quiet, and Jasmin stayed silent, waiting for him to talk when he was ready.

“I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years. Not since I was six,” he said finally. “And then one day last January, she calls me at work, out of the blue. I don’t even know how she got my number.”

She stroked her hand down his chest, over his heart, as if she could ease its soreness with her touch.

“She convinced me to meet her at this out-of-the-way little café. She was a mess,” he said. “Dirty and emaciated, like she’d been living on the streets for way too long, not eating. And she was paranoid—at least, I thought she was. Talking crazy about labs and men in white coats, and how she couldn’t let them find her.”

“Labs,” Jasmin whispered. Her throat grew dry.

“Yeah,” Brody said. “I thought that shit was just a myth—you know, shifter urban legends. It wasn’t until months later that Sophia and Jesse were taken by Alexander Grant, and we found out places like that really do exist.”

Jasmin nodded. She hadn’t believed it either, until it happened to her.

“But it didn’t matter how it happened,” Brody said. “Not at first. It was obvious something was wrong with her. Drugs, dementia, something they did in the labs—or maybe just because she was a white wolf. Everybody says they’re born crazy.”

Jasmin’s heart skipped a beat. “Your mom’s a white wolf?” she whispered. “Do you have any idea how rare that is?”

Did he have any idea what that meant? What they could do?

“Yeah,” he said. “Rare. And insane. And I have the crazy gene in me. Monster Wolf.”

Jasmin sat up and took Brody’s face in her hands. “You are not crazy, Brody Jameson. You kept Monster Wolf inside for years. You can do it again.”

He shook his head. “It wasn’t me that did that,” he said. “It was her. Ma did something to make Monster Wolf stay inside me, back before she left. And when she got back, the barrier started to crumble. The more I’m around her, the worse it gets. And now he’s out. It’s too late.”

“It’s not too late,” Jasmin said. “There are people who can help you. Help your mother.”

Brody sat up, shaking her hands off him. “You don’t get it! I can’t tell anyone about her. You can’t tell anyone either. Swear to me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Swear!”

“Okay!” Jasmin gripped his hand. “I swear. Now tell me why.”

“Because she’s a fugitive,” Brody said. “And I’m responsible. Every single fucking thing you saw in that trailer is my fault.”

Brody pulled his hand away and clenched his fists, his chest heaving. “I did it,” he said softly. “She’s this way because of me.”