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“Shh. Shhh.” I tell him. And then I remembered I can really end this. “I’m Jake’s operator, Boone. I do all his dirty work. You should have been expecting me if you were half as observant as you claim to be. Stay away from Sebastian. Don’t even think about Ondine. And if I ever catch wind of you giving anymore self serving advice to Jake, I will do more than send a message.Now sleep, Boone. Sleep.”

He goes limp on my arms.

(I usually love more colorful threats, but he was thrashing too much in my arms.)

I let him down gently beside me and then sprawl out. Catching my breath. I can’t believe he got his gun out. I sit up and crawl over to where it slid to, by the cabinet. I lift it up to my eyes. It was loaded. And the safety was off. I search around for the holster and find it. I take the clip out, pushing the rounds off onto the floor.

I put the safety on, holster it, and take it with me.

He’ll wake up in a couple of hours with a screaming headache. My alpha bark is powerful, but it’ll eventually fade.

I walk back to the house, since it’s just a few miles and my body is buzzing with adrenaline. I see Jake waiting for me on the porch with one hand in the pocket of his gray slacks. He’s drinking a glass of whiskey. I twirl my machete and toss it into the garden, and then stick the gun into the back of my pants. With a single mind I climb up the stairs and grab Jake’s face and kiss him.

The whiskey glass crashes onto the porch, and his arms grab my torso pulling me closer. His lips are unforgiving. His tongue pushes deep into my mouth. I push him backwards until he hits the window next to the door. I push my erection into him so he can feel what he does to me.

28

Second Chances

Jake

We are so different than we were five years ago. I was a 21-year old alpha in a military academy. I thought I was immortal. And Shadow was a handsome, scary alpha who, for some reason, yearned for me. I’d catch him staring at me from across the campus, wearing all black, and surrounded by the baddest mother fuckers you’ve ever seen. I thought the term “looking longingly” was made up until I caught him staring at me. He had graduated, and I was going into my senior year.

He was there training in their special ops program.

Back on the porch of our pack house, I unceremoniously push him away from me. I don’t leave him anything to work with as I turn and head into the house. But he still follows me like a good boy.

How can someone not feel powerful when they have a man like Shadow panting after them?

And he’d do anything for me. Has done so much for me.

He’s also waited patiently.

He deserves a reward.

We head into his room. A dark, moody space cluttered with all his favorite things. He comes in behind me and shuts the door.

The only lights are electric candles and floor lamps glowing orange. He has thrifted paintings of shirtless men, flowers in vases, and bowls of stones and gems. Everytime he runs out of space for his books, he builds more shelves, which happens quicker than the shelves so there are piles of books up against every corner of the room.

You’d think his time in the military academy would have broken him from having a messy bed, but when I bonded him, he felt safe reverting back to himself again. Just now with more skills.

I turn, grab his neck, and pull him to my lips. He’s ready and desperate for my kiss. His hands skate over my ass and up my back.

I pull away. “Take off your clothes.”

He drops his clothes, including a holstered gun, on the floor. When I give him a look, he picks up the items and puts them in their place. I remove my clothes too. Folding them up and setting them on a chair. I sit on his bed, feet on the floor.

“Come here.”

Shadow stands in front of me.

He’s not that 22 year old alpha anymore. Who ate only lean protein and worked out hours a day, ran miles and miles, and jumped out of airplanes. The last time we were like this together we were younger, thinner, and inexperienced.

He’s thinking the same thing because he suddenly looks apprehensive.

“Do you still…”

I raise an eyebrow. “Go ahead.”