Shoot for the Moon (Black River Pack Book 2) by Rochelle Paige Page A

thought? Desperate times called for desperate measures. Damn woman was almost as stubborn as I was, but not quite. Whoever said that all was fair in love and war had it right. As the pack enforcer, I was more comfortable with war than love, so it was about time I used those skills to tie Eliza to me.
    As quietly as possible, I crept into her bedroom and prepared for my mission. Then I settled in to wait until she stirred. But as the minutes ticked by, I began to get restless—visions of what was to come once Eliza woke up burning in my brain. Determination to tear down her walls brick by brick fueled me. Had she been awake already, my smirk would have warned her that I was up to no good. If that didn’t do it when she did wake up, then the boner from hell pressed against my pants would give my intentions away.
    Standing at the foot of her bed, I waited for her eyelids to flutter open. When dreams weren’t plaguing her, she was a sound sleeper, which I’d used to my advantage well tonight. Finally, she stirred in the bed, and her eyelids popped open when she realized she couldn’t move her arms or legs.
    “Hey, dream girl,” I whispered.
    “What the hell, Spencer?” she spit out, the sleepiness quickly leaving her eyes as they lit with anger.
    A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I walked closer. Eliza struggled against the cuffs until she finally understood that she wasn’t going to break free from them. The sheet slipped off her body and revealed her naked flesh to my starving eyes.
    “Get me out of these. Now!” she barked at me, her eyes gleaming in the dark.
    “No,” I hissed out.
    “What the fuck, Spencer? I know I passed out from exhaustion, but I’m not so tired that I can believe I fell asleep naked. And I sure as hell didn’t put these handcuffs on myself. Why are you doing this to me?” she wailed.
    I stared into her eyes as I pulled my bow tie from my collar and dropped it on the floor. Then I slowly unbuttoned my crisp, white dress shirt and tossed it onto the chair where I’d flung my tuxedo jacket earlier. Kneeling on the end of the bed, I ran my hands up her legs until I almost reached her glistening pussy lips. I could hear Eliza’s breathing as it quickened with desire, but I wasn’t ready to give in to our need for each other yet. I needed to get some things straight with her first.
    “Six months,” I growled. “It’s been six pain-fucking-stakingly long months since I mated you, my dream girl.”
    “Spencer!” Eliza gasped out with sorrow in her eyes.
    “No!” I barked out, placing my finger over her mouth to stop her words. “I know the dreams have made you terrified. I know you don’t mean to hurt me, but I need you to tell me what I can do to make you see I will never turn away from you. Never!”
    “I can’t explain what it’s like to see the man I love look at me the way you do in the dreams. Every time it happens, it kills me to see it. I can’t imagine what I would do if it were real,” I tried to explain.
    “Don’t you see, Eliza? That’s exactly how I feel. It doesn’t seem to matter what I do or say. You just won’t let that final wall between us come tumbling down. I know I fucked up badly when we met. I was a stupid motherfucker when I told you we would never be more than casual lovers. But I mated you knowing you weren’t ready to accept my mark. I gave you months of space when you needed it. I’ve wooed you with dates and presents. Haven’t I paid enough already?”
    Eliza shook her head wildly. “No, that’s not what it is at all. I’m not trying to punish you for what happened between us.”
    “I made a commitment to you six months ago, Eliza. I did it knowing I was taking a huge risk because you weren’t ready yet. But that didn’t stop the way I felt about you. You’re my mate. Forever. I will never denounce you for another woman because there will never be another woman for me. And it’s killing me to know that, even though I tied myself to