Marcus said nothing, but I didn’t feel his teeth on my neck again… only his lips. And his tongue. And his hot breath from each of his grunts. Everything culminating into one giant aphrodisiac ofhim.
I cried out, unable to take more. My body convulsed against him as I came undone. He followed right behind me, as if he’d been trying to last until I found my release before claiming his and just barely made it.
Our pants filled the silence. Marcus swallowed hard before drawing in a heavy breath. “I love…” He pulled another breath, the slight pause sending my heart to my stomach. “Every sound, Joanna,” he finished.
Crisis averted.
“Every fucking sound you make when I’m inside you. Even when you bite that lip of yours to prevent yourself from screaming my name.” His chuckle bounced around in the dark.
He withdrew from me but refused to move from where we lay, entangled in each other’s limbs. Instead, his arms tightened around me, pinning me against his sweaty chest.
I burrowed into his embrace and waited until he fell asleep.
Alone in the bathroom, I kept the lights off as I crept toward the sink, the moonlight casting harsh shadows on my naked body. I splashed cold water on my warm face, allowing it to run down my neck—onto the delicate spots that Marcus knew so well.
Heshouldn’thave known them at all.
The me five years ago would’ve ended this fucking complication before it began.
The me five years ago would’ve confronted my sister and demanded an explanation.
The me five years ago… would’ve known I couldn’t avoid problems forever…
I had to face them.
And through blood, sweat, and fucking tears, Ididface them and became a hunter unlike no other, damn it.
So, calm the fuck down, Joanna. I had to get my shit together and face the facts.
Marcus was a werewolf, and I enjoyed fucking him.
My sister was alive, and she wasalsoa werewolf.
Part of the uprising. A danger to humanity, and eventually…
James would demand I put a silver bullet between her eyes.
Chapter Two
Marcus
The pack compound was once a failed American dream: a decaying industrial district left to rot, with its crumbling brick and rusted metal. But with the help of our elders, my late grandfather saved it and made it home.
Overlooking the lush forest was the main building. In addition to its offices, Grandad also masterminded accommodations for the alphas, betas, and gammas—for their long nights spent discussing pack business…
Or making a human come over and over, apparently.
Grandad was probably rolling in his fucking grave.
Even though each leader had a house within the residential area like everyone else, inviting Joanna into mytruehome would’ve caused confusion. Even more unease within the pack.
She and I had done enough.
As I sulked my way to the cells underground, the silence of the dark tunnels settled my nerves. Thank the Moon my wolves couldn’t see me like this. But I’d even forbidden Maya, my trusted gamma, from speaking to this prisoner.
I paused outside the reinforced steel door.
Cloth rustled from within: the steady heartbeat of the captive werewolf inside churning the contents of my stomach.
