narrowed. It was the first sign of irritation he’d seen since the river. "And this is gonna protect me from the big bad wolf storming through my window to kidnap me?"
No. It's to keep you there so you bond to me, whether you like it or not. You need to be near me, drinking in the scent of me, hanging on every breath… Instead of voicing his thoughts, Jack shook his head. "You've only got a few days until the new moon, and then you'll change. It won't be all at once, either. Your body is going to want things for you that you won't be able to identify." He jerked his chin at the cabin door. "Colt might not have left the best impression on you, but two days down from the moon, your instincts might make you beat a path straight to his door."
The girl let out a snort of disbelief, shaking her head slightly, but she didn't say anything else. She tucked into her food, not meeting his eyes.
Jack let his gaze drift out of the window, telling himself he was scanning for threats instead of just avoiding looking at the girl across the room.
The sight of her bare body at the river had driven his alpha senses wild, urging him on to claim her as his own. He'd got a grip on himself, though. There was still time before the new moon. He didn't have to force things, and risk an angry she-wolf fighting him during her transformation. He needed her to be drawn to him instead of Colt, and that meant walking a thin line.
He'd seen the way that she'd shuddered under his attentions as he'd cut her hair or offered her foot from his hand, each touch of his hands against her bare skin sending trembles through that pale, vulnerable body. His heart had raced, his blood pounding hot and heady through him.
As alpha of the pack, dominant and confident even at a young age, Jack had had his fair share of pairing proposals. He turned them all down. Not that the female shifters hadn't been appealing-- God, they’d been beautiful!-- but while they’d provoked the physical reactions of his human body, none of them had excited his wolf senses. He wanted someone he could protect, someone who would offer their body up to him for to claim…
Someone bound with the fated bonds of mateship.
He swallowed hard. Her body had reacted to his touch, shivering under his caresses, but he had also reacted to her. Jack, old buddy, you're losing it , his inner voice told him. You're going goofy over some girl you've known for a day, a girl you're just using for your own needs. You're so fucked up over your pack that you're just crying out for anyone to be there for you, and you know it.
"So," the girl's voice broke the silence between them. "What's your name?"
Jack turned away from his thoughts to look back at her. "It doesn't matter."
He saw her face wrinkle up in honest confusion. "Oh yes it does. I want to know the name of the man who's saving me from the evil boogie man."
He shook his head. "No. No names. It makes this easier."
She narrowed her eyes are him. "See, that's funny. That sound exactly like what a serial killer would say."
He cocked his head. "I thought you believed me about the wolf shifter thing."
"No, no, I'm with you on that account. I mean, as with it as I possibly could be when a mysterious man chains me to a bed and tells me that I’m turning into a werewolf." She waved a hand in the air, as if brushing away his question. "No, I mean… this. Sure, you're telling me that you're saving me from some guy wanting to do god knows what with me, but you haven't even told me your name. That’s some serial killer shit."
The low baseline of guilt within Jack's chest rose up inside him once again. He didn't want to know this girl's name. He didn't want to know anything about her, save for the fact that in a week, she would be his. He'd use her love to fill the bleeding wound within him, and then he'd leave her behind to challenge Colt in alpha combat. He needed her to get to Colt, that was all. Getting close and buddy-buddy with her wasn't going to
No. It's to keep you there so you bond to me, whether you like it or not. You need to be near me, drinking in the scent of me, hanging on every breath… Instead of voicing his thoughts, Jack shook his head. "You've only got a few days until the new moon, and then you'll change. It won't be all at once, either. Your body is going to want things for you that you won't be able to identify." He jerked his chin at the cabin door. "Colt might not have left the best impression on you, but two days down from the moon, your instincts might make you beat a path straight to his door."
The girl let out a snort of disbelief, shaking her head slightly, but she didn't say anything else. She tucked into her food, not meeting his eyes.
Jack let his gaze drift out of the window, telling himself he was scanning for threats instead of just avoiding looking at the girl across the room.
The sight of her bare body at the river had driven his alpha senses wild, urging him on to claim her as his own. He'd got a grip on himself, though. There was still time before the new moon. He didn't have to force things, and risk an angry she-wolf fighting him during her transformation. He needed her to be drawn to him instead of Colt, and that meant walking a thin line.
He'd seen the way that she'd shuddered under his attentions as he'd cut her hair or offered her foot from his hand, each touch of his hands against her bare skin sending trembles through that pale, vulnerable body. His heart had raced, his blood pounding hot and heady through him.
As alpha of the pack, dominant and confident even at a young age, Jack had had his fair share of pairing proposals. He turned them all down. Not that the female shifters hadn't been appealing-- God, they’d been beautiful!-- but while they’d provoked the physical reactions of his human body, none of them had excited his wolf senses. He wanted someone he could protect, someone who would offer their body up to him for to claim…
Someone bound with the fated bonds of mateship.
He swallowed hard. Her body had reacted to his touch, shivering under his caresses, but he had also reacted to her. Jack, old buddy, you're losing it , his inner voice told him. You're going goofy over some girl you've known for a day, a girl you're just using for your own needs. You're so fucked up over your pack that you're just crying out for anyone to be there for you, and you know it.
"So," the girl's voice broke the silence between them. "What's your name?"
Jack turned away from his thoughts to look back at her. "It doesn't matter."
He saw her face wrinkle up in honest confusion. "Oh yes it does. I want to know the name of the man who's saving me from the evil boogie man."
He shook his head. "No. No names. It makes this easier."
She narrowed her eyes are him. "See, that's funny. That sound exactly like what a serial killer would say."
He cocked his head. "I thought you believed me about the wolf shifter thing."
"No, no, I'm with you on that account. I mean, as with it as I possibly could be when a mysterious man chains me to a bed and tells me that I’m turning into a werewolf." She waved a hand in the air, as if brushing away his question. "No, I mean… this. Sure, you're telling me that you're saving me from some guy wanting to do god knows what with me, but you haven't even told me your name. That’s some serial killer shit."
The low baseline of guilt within Jack's chest rose up inside him once again. He didn't want to know this girl's name. He didn't want to know anything about her, save for the fact that in a week, she would be his. He'd use her love to fill the bleeding wound within him, and then he'd leave her behind to challenge Colt in alpha combat. He needed her to get to Colt, that was all. Getting close and buddy-buddy with her wasn't going to
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