Jace grabbed Echo's hand, pulling it away from the drawer, and placed it on his chest, wanting to feel more of her skin. Her fingers flattened over the material of his shirt, and warmth spread through him. A lust had a hold of him, and he wasn't sure if it was his ram hormones or nymph magic, but he wanted to find out what kind of lace covered the sweet spot between her curvy thighs. He could grab a handful of ass and drag her right into him, but he refrained, barely keeping his amusement and hunger for her contained. "I'm not sure those human laws will apply to us, but, by all means, if you'd like to get the police involved, I'm sure they'd love to hear how my fleece ended up on your property."
Echo yanked her hand back. Anger lit up her face with a tinge of red hitting her cheeks. He was getting to her. Good. But he'd be damned if that anger didn’t make her even more appealing to him. He had to force himself to breathe normally instead of releasing the groans struggling to escape him. Images of her beneath him writhing in pleasure made talking or thinking difficult.
He had to keep probing and looking though her home until he figured out where and how the minx was hiding the fleece. Lust didn't outweigh duty. He would not be leaving her land without it. A tiny voice in the back of his head reminded him that fleece or no fleece, his curse would make him leave, but Jace pushed the thoughts aside. He had plenty of time, and what better way to kill it then with a perfectly gorgeous nymph.
"Do you have rocks in your ears? I told you what you seek is not here." She crossed her arms, watching him closely.
The barely showing cleavage of her breasts pushing up from those lovely crossed arms enticed Jace, and he let his gaze wander down to take in her full figure. His jeans had tightened to an uncomfortable level around his hips. He looked back up, straight into her eyes as he adjusted himself in front of her, blatantly letting her know he was aroused and willing.
The danger to the McMahon Clan has passed. Carrick is focused on his growing family and position on the council. But his newest daughter-in-law isn’t willing to let him settle. She wants fate to give him a second chance…and she has the power to make sure he gets it.
“You’ve been like a bear with a sore paw for the past year.”
Turning away from the stove, I found the youngest of my triplet sons leaning against my kitchen counter. I’d left him and Selene in the living room while I’d checked on dinner, and Camden had managed to sneak up on me. There was concern shining from his eyes, and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to let the topic drop. It was a conversation I’d managed to avoid having with anyone, and I didn’t plan to open up about it now—especially not with my daughter-in-law in the other room.
“You’re right about half of that. I am a bear.” I lifted my hands and twisted my wrists so he could see both sides of them. “But my paws seem fine to me.”
“You know what I mean, Dad,” he grumbled. “Don’t pretend that you don’t.”
I turned away from him to pull the roast from the oven, but that didn’t stop me from hearing the flow of words from his mouth.
“Our lives are better than they’ve ever been. The danger to our family has been eliminated. The clubs are doing great. All your kids are happily mated. You’ve got four grandchildren already. And when Selene finally goes into labor, you’ll have another.”
I chuckled at the frustration in his tone. His mate was a week past her due date, and he wasn’t dealing with the wait well. Meanwhile, my daughter-in-law was serene about the whole thing—even with my son hovering around her pretty much all of the time. It had made for some interesting council meetings over the last few months, that was for damn sure.
Just about the time the other council members had grown accustomed to having Selene around, Camden had knocked her up and refused to let her out of his sight. Having a witch on a council of shifters, who’d spent their whole lives not trusting witches, had been an adjustment for everyone. Even me, and I adored Selene. But serving on the council with a mated and pregnant witch whose bear shifter consort growled at anyone who even looked at her wrong? It was fucking hilarious, at least for me because I was the only one safe from my son’s wrath. Camden had it right when he said our lives were better than they’d ever been.
“I do have a lot to be thankful for,” I agreed as I yanked a tray of rolls from the stove next.
“I just want you to be as happy as the rest of us.”
The pain in my son’s voice tore at me. After dropping my oven mitts on the counter next to the stove, I moved towards him. As soon as I got close enough, I pulled him in for a brief, but strong, hug. Looking at him, I wished I had the words to make this right. But I didn’t. He’d made enough comments recently for me to know exactly what was bothering him, and there wasn’t a solution for it.
“I spent years being bitter about the hand Fate had dealt me, but that time is past. I’ve accepted the fact that I’ll never have a mate of my own, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be happy,” I explained. “That I won’t have a rich life, full of contentment. I might not be mated, but I have a feeling Fate has something in mind for me, Camden. And I’m more than okay with the path I’m on.”
I knew exactly where—or I should have said towards whom—that path was leading me, too. But I wasn’t ready to share that information with anyone yet. Not until I convinced her to stay where she belonged, at my side.
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My head snapped around, and my body quivered with unease as I scooted back into my chair. My unease heightened when my body instantly went on high alert, like a cornered animal. I watched with narrowed eyes as the door slammed open. Storm and Knox burst in, followed by four men. My unease increased tenfold when my eyes were drawn to the only man on earth who could simultaneously make my sex clench with lust and my stomach roll with hatred—Ryker Alfero.
Why in the hell is he here?
His sea-green eyes darted to the empty bottle of tequila sitting in front of me. He snorted with distaste. “Oh, there she is, my beautiful drunk.” He held up two fingers. “How many fingers am I holding up?” he asked mockingly.
I gave him the middle finger. “One! Now fuck off!”
Today, I refused to let him ruffle my feathers like he had at his gala the other night. This was business Light, hyper-composed Light, fashionable, elegant, in-charge Light. I’d deliberately chosen to dress the part by wearing my best designer handiwork, a dainty gray petal-collar blouse, five-inch studded black heels, and black pants.
“Baby, your dirty little mouth is making me hot,” he growled.
He sauntered toward me with fire in his eyes. I refused to get up. His gaze locked on me as he trapped me against the chair with his beefy arms.
His lips grazed the shell of my ear when he grumbled, “I would love to see what else your dirty little mouth could do.”
With those few words, I shivered as a surge of energy zipped into my body, unlocking something I didn’t understand. My brain started functioning with a clarity I hadn’t experienced in years—no warring emotions, just calmness.
Good God! This shouldn’t be happening, especially not with him.
My heart and pulse raced as panic set in. The power snapped like a rubber band, and the dreaded dark emotions came flooding back with a vengeance. Sweat broke out on my forehead while perspiration trickled between my breasts.
“God, this is going to be a rough fucking ride.” My voice was hoarse and ragged.
Visiting enforcer, Miles knows that something is shady with Lylia. She’s hiding something and he knows it. Determined to uncover her secrets, Miles follows Lylia into enemy territory. What Miles discovers is more devastating than he could have imagined. Now, Miles and Lylia must work together to destroy their rivals once and for all. But will teaming up lead to something more—something deeper—neither expected?
She was closing the safe when her door opened. Miles didn’t bother knocking like any normal, sane person. He just barged in catching her off guard and scaring the shit out of her. There was a look of sad triumph on his face. It was still accusatory but she had come to believe that was just how his face was. This, though, she didn’t like the feel of this look.
Miles didn’t say anything but came in and dropped a bag on her desk then waited. All the blood drained from her face as she looked at the clear plastic bag, the one she had filled with money not even an hour ago. The one she had scribbled a hasty “fuck you” note on and taped to the bottom of a metal folding chair. The one that should have been in the hands of her blackmailer and not this enforcer.
“What have you done?” she asked with a hollow voice. They would expose her now. They would turn her pack against her, drive her out or kill her.
“Explain this,” he said.
“You have to take it back,” she urged, lunging for her desk. Lylia grabbed the bag and thrust it at him. “Take it back now.”
Miles shook his head. “Answers. That’s what I need. We can do this here, in private, or I can take you down to interrogation.”
“Miles please,” she begged. “If they don’t get this…”
“What? What will happen? What do they have on you?”
That was not an option. Telling him, of all people, would not happen. Miles was ruthless when it came to Canidae and his wife. Lylia knew both. She closed her mouth and shook her head. It was over anyway. He wasn’t taking that money back. They’d all find out soon enough that she had grown up Canidae and she’d face the consequences.
“You are going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”
Lylia steeled her shoulders. “Take back the money and I’ll make it easy.”
“I can’t do that,” he said.
“Then neither can I.”
He took a step toward her and she took a quick one back. Miles let out a frustrated growl. “Don’t run. You’re only going to make it worse for yourself.”
She rounded the desk on the other side as he lunged at her. With her heart pounding, when she had a clear shot at the door, she took it. Lylia was two steps into the hall when he grabbed her around the waist. They both hit the floor but he had taken the brunt of the fall having spun them so she didn’t land on her face. Even with the wind knocked out of him, he held on to her.
Arms caged around her. His mouth was at her ear, his warm breath heated her skin as he spoke softly to her.
“Lylia, please,” he begged. “We just need to talk.”
She fought because she had seen his version of talking. Lylia had never been a very physical person. She’d never thrown a punch before, but she did now. Arms and legs flailed as she tried to get free of him.
Their struggle attracted those on the first floor. Blurred faces appeared in the doorways, concerned voices telling Miles to let her go. Lylia barely saw them, she had to get free. She had to run.
“What the hell are you doing?” came an outraged voice above the rest.
“Lee, stay out of this,” Miles grunted as Lylia elbowed him in the stomach.
He rolled them so she was now face down on the floor. The grip on her wrists was like steel. His face was covered in blood, it startled her enough to pause. Had she done that? Miles turned and wiped his nose on his shoulder, blood smearing in the already stained fabric. Then one by one a thin plastic cord was looped around each of her wrists and tightened.
She didn’t stop fighting though.
“Stop Lylia,” he commanded. “You’ll lose circulation.”
“Let her go,” Lee said running over to them and pushing Miles, he didn’t dislodge. “Don’t worry Lylia, I’m calling Owen right now.”
Miles didn’t respond this time. He lifted Lylia to her feet, both of them heaving. Lylia’s bun had come undone and hung limply off her head. She had to wipe her cheek with her shoulder to get the hair out of her mouth and noticed that she was covered in blood as well. Miles’ nose was crooked and swollen. His nostrils flared and then he was tugging her, moving her forward. A dozen or so people watched on in horror as Miles pulled her to the stairs, to the interrogation and holding rooms.
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