LOGINDax"That was nine. You said ten."Bex glares at me over the loaded bar like I robbed her personally."You're cheating me out of reps, coach.""I would never.""You lost count."I did lose count. Somewhere around six."Reset your grip and pull. Chest up. There. That's ten. Ish."She racks it, disgusted, and stalks off to find someone who'll pay attention.Fair. My head's not in it.My head's on my office couch, seven hours ago, a hunter coming apart with my name in his mouth.Ours, the wolf says, smug as a cat in sunlight. They should know.Not today, buddy.They’ll find out anyway. Wolves are terrible at secrets. It’s one of our best qualities.Yeah, well, human-me's not exactly setting records either.Best night of our life, the wolf says, sprawled fat and smug behind my ribs. You're welcome. I told you to keep him.You told me to bite him. Not the same thing.Details.The whole gym still smells like him.Like us.My scent all over a Hunter, his all over me, neither of us slept and
DaxThere's cum cooling on my stomach, a hunter breathing slow against my throat, and I'm lying here grinning at my own ceiling like a man with a head injury.Best night of my life, hands down. It's not even a contest.Noah hasn't said anything in five minutes.He's not asleep, either. I can tell from the way he's holding his shoulders, all that careful stillness, like if he stays quiet enough the last hour will agree to take itself back.Good luck with that.My couch kept the receipts.Ours, the wolf says, and for once he isn't shouting.He's sprawled out fat and smug somewhere behind my ribs, basking like he personally won a war.Keep him. Don't let him walk out.That's the one thing I can't promise you, buddy.Because the wolf already wanted more than this.When I had my teeth at his throat he wanted to finish it, the forever way, the no-take-backs way, and I'm the bastard who slammed that door in his face.The wolf will be complaining about when he’s done being smug and sated, but
NoahOne inch in and I already know I'm done for.Not in a way I'll ever say out loud.Out loud I'm not saying anything, because if I open my mouth right now the things that come out are probably going to embarrass me for the rest of my natural life.I had no idea it would feel this good.He's holding still. An inch of him stretching me open, and the rest of him shaking with the effort of not moving."Breathe," he says again, voice rough as gravel. "I've got you."I don't need him to have me. I need him to stop treating me like I'll crack."I'm a hunter, Dax. I've been stabbed and nearly killed more times than I can remember. Move.""You've never been stabbed by my cock."Arrogant asshole.It is a very nice cock though.Even thinking those words are giving me pre-PTSD.He sinks in another inch and the burn whites out the smart reply I had loaded.A month ago, I was trying to kill him.Hunting him with a crossbow and silver-tipped arrows. Feeling not the slightest hesitation about taki
DaxHe told me he'd put me through the wall.Some optimistic part of me is hoping he tries.We're a tangle on the mats he disinfected not long ago, both of us naked, both of us long past the point where stopping is a word either of us still owns, and Noah Hunter is fighting me for the top like the loser gets executed.Let him win, the wolf says, which is not the advice I expected from him. Let him think he can overpower us. Then take it back.Smartest thing he’s said in twenty years.I give Noah an inch.He takes it like a gift, drives a thigh up between mine, and for one bright second he's got my wrists pinned and triumph all over his stupid gorgeous face."There," he breathes. "That's more like it.""Is it?"I let him keep it.Let him feel like king of the mountain for exactly as long as it takes to hook a heel behind his knee and roll us so hard the air leaves him in a grunt."That's more like it," I agree, settling my weight down where it belongs.He bucks.I ride it.He gets a fo
Noah"You smell different."Dax says it from the front desk where he’s closing out the till.I’ve just finished disinfecting the mats and mopping the floor. I’m about to start cleaning the weights.Gym's been closed for an hour.Blinds down, doors locked, last member long gone, just me and Dax doing the closing routine.Things have been weird between us for the past four days.Since I came here after breaking things off with Heidi.I haven’t seen her around, which is a relief.The heartbreak is still there, so’s the mourning for what we lost, but I feel lighter too.Lying to her every day and knowing I was deceiving her weighed on my conscience heavily.Dax was surprisingly comforting after the fact, and he hasn’t made a single move to touch me since.He’s not even flirting, which I’m perversely missing."Fascinating," I tell him, pretending not to care."It is."I feel him looking at the back of my neck like a hand laid flat there."There used to be this sharp green note under your n
DaxTwo days.He's gone dark on me for two days and the wolf is climbing the walls of my skull about it.Find him, he keeps saying, pacing. Something's wrong. Go and find what's ours.He's not yours, I tell him, racking weights nobody left out, just to have something to do with my hands.He's a hunter with a complicated life and a phone he's allowed to ignore.He never ignores it. He hasn’t been to work. Find him.The wolf has a point.Noah Hunter answers his phone by the second ring like a man waiting for the world to end, and for two days my texts have gone into a hole.I've checked the thing eleven times since the eight o'clock class.I'm aware of how that makes me look.I've decided not to think about it.The gym's empty and everything’s tidied away.The last stragglers cleared out an hour ago.I should lock up and go home and stop hanging around like an idiot.The door opens and every thought I've ever had walks straight out of my head.It's him. The wolf knew before the latch ev
NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr
NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N
DaxThe wolf wants to turn around.He's wanted to turn around since I cleared the fence, and he isn't being quiet about it, because quiet isn't a thing he owns.He just keeps shoving the same word into the back of my skull like a toddler with a doorbell.Ours.Ours, ours, ours."He's a hunter," I t







