Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,56

other hand wrapped around my throat causing me to whimper and whine with need, my ass pressing back against him, needing more of him. Always.

I didn't have a chance to agree before I was exploding around him, my fingers yanking on his grip on my throat so I could bite down on his pulse, the taste of his blood exploding on my tongue. I moaned as his teeth bit down on the back of my neck while he buried himself deep inside of me before stuffing me full with his cum, refusing to break his solid hold on me with his hands and teeth. I closed my eyes, letting go of his wrist as I pressed my face against the wall, my breathing rough and uneven.

“Hunter,” I whispered as he legitimately pulled back from his solid bite and licked the back of my neck, my blood scenting the air.

“I love you,”he whispered through our connection, nuzzling the side of my neck.

“I love you too.” Was the last thing I managed to get out before my knees broke and everything went dark around me.

15

Colette Allard

“Are you warm enough?” Luca asked, making me smile as he somewhat fussed over me, his warm hands adjusting my jacket before grasping my slightly chilled face. Well, chilled in comparison to his searing temperature.

“I promise, I am perfectly warm,” I smiled as he mumbled something under his breath, tucking me under his arm. I had to admit it was a bit chillier here than in Washington despite the temperature being similar. It was reminding me why I hadn’t enjoyed living on the East Coast, to begin with.

I looked up at the large rental home that we were staying at for the weekend, the brick colonial style fitting in perfectly with the spring bloom of flowers that were popping up everywhere. I couldn’t tell if it was going to rain but I was hoping it would hold off until we at least got to our destination. I felt an excitement course through me wondering how the hell so much had changed within two weeks. It was nerve-wracking, exhilarating, and positively wonderful.

“Are we good to go?” Hunter asked, his handsome ass walking out of the house followed by Dylan. “Do you need another jacket, little fox, you look cold.”

I scowled as Luca barked out a laugh.

Dylan rolled his eyes and opened the car door, ushering me into the white Lincoln.

I bounced in my seat as Dylan offered me a smile, making me blush because damn him for being so handsome.

As we drove towards our destination, my mind wandered. Wondering briefly if my parents were back in Maine. Honestly, we hadn’t checked where they’d gone after dumping their asses at the airport. If I had to assume they went back to lick their wounds with their human friends. I scowled, hating that my parents had turned out to be such demented bastards.

I wasn’t exactly positive what had happened to Michael and the other man from the unmarked vehicle. My mates hadn’t told me and I sure as heck didn’t ask. I suppose they could have returned them to Galena but considering the group they were part of, the hate crimes they were known to commit against shifters, and because Michael had tried to buy me? Yeah… I was doubting they were returned or let go in any capacity, at least not in one piece. I wish I could tell you that bothered me, but the more I connected with my animal side, the less I cared about human hang-ups like that.

I mean, if I considered the concept of someone trying to hurt my mates? It made me see red. So I wouldn’t have blamed them for any action they took, rather I supported it.

Plus, it was a bit difficult to focus on the past when there were so many things happening in the future. My eyes flickered down to the massive princess diamond that sat on my left hand. I nibbled my lip trying to hold back an excited sound from my fox at the memory of my celebration as the new Luna as well as my mates’ not so little surprise.

“This is amazing,” I admitted softly from where I stood in the comfortable sitting area that had been set up in the backyard. The entire space was decorated in fairy lights and lanterns, planned by Lena, and the entire pack milled about between bonfires, food, and the fairly crowded dance floor.

“Well,” Hunter kissed my temple, “the pack is