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letting her go back.
He tugged her closer, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her silky hair came forward and slid across his chest. It was his turn to shiver. “Give me a couple more days, yeah? I’m not ready to share you yet.” Not a lie, not by a fucking long shot.
“I go alone, Fletch. I need to do this on my own.” Her breath tickled his throat, and his cock twitched.
Laney didn’t like people telling her what to do, never had, and he didn’t like that he was the one doing the telling, but Anthony Jones certainly wouldn’t expect to see his daughter back on Black Hills land any time soon. Oakwood land? That was another story altogether.
Curling his fingers around the side of her neck, he gave her a light squeeze, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Okay,” he lied. “But not till I’ve had you all to myself a little longer.”
Her body relaxed and she nodded, cuddling into his side again, accepting what he said. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed, evened out, and he knew she’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t help running a hand over her thick hair and down a bare arm, couldn’t stop touching her. He shook off the guilt weighing heavy in the center of his chest. Withholding the truth for the time being was for her own good, as well as his.
The female in his arms had consented to become his mate, and that meant a whole lot of things. Fucking good, amazing things. But what his headstrong, feisty mate needed to remember was that it was his job to keep her safe. She may not always like the way he went about it, but that was the way it had to be. Eventually she would understand why he did the shit he did.
Until then, he had to be careful. The truce between them was a fragile one and he couldn’t risk her going to Anthony alone. He just needed a couple of days to strengthen their new bond and then, though he knew it would hurt her, tell her the rest of her father’s part in all this.
The deadline Brody had given him to deliver Delaney ran out tomorrow morning. When he didn’t show with her in tow, the guy would know something was up and run to Anthony. It was a good thing Laney’s old man didn’t know who the Oakwood alpha used to do his dirty work. Anthony had underestimated him from day one. When Fletch wised up and learned to stay under Anthony’s radar, the old bastard all but forgot about him.
Laney snuggled closer, still asleep. He tightened his hold around her. The thought of what might have happened would torment him for the rest of his life. If Brody had hired anyone but Fletch, Laney would be the mate of the Oakwood alpha by now. A shudder travelled through his body. He would have forced her into an unwanted union. Her selfish bastard of a father had traded her like cattle, treated her like nothing but a pawn. In return Anthony got protection and a guarantee Laney would keep working, growing their bank balances while he sat back without the threat of a challenger for pack alpha.
Laney had built that business from the ground up for the good of her pack and Anthony couldn’t bear the thought of one day losing control over the purse strings. So he’d sold his daughter, plus a percentage of the profits.
Wrapped around her sleeping form, his hold unconsciously tightened as anger pumped through his veins. She squirmed and he quickly loosened his grip, smoothing gentle fingers over the silky skin of her hip. Sighing in her sleep, she relaxed and her breathing evened out.
Lifting himself up on an elbow, he brushed back the hair resting across her neck and shoulders. A shot of possessive hunger surged through his body. His mark stood out against her golden flesh, pale pink, but already healing. It would fade further over the next few days, but would never disappear completely. Bending down, he brushed his lips over the abused skin, inhaling her scent now mixed with his. Fuck, nothing had ever felt more right in his entire life.
Settling back down beside her, Fletch curled
He tugged her closer, and she rested her head on his shoulder. Her silky hair came forward and slid across his chest. It was his turn to shiver. “Give me a couple more days, yeah? I’m not ready to share you yet.” Not a lie, not by a fucking long shot.
“I go alone, Fletch. I need to do this on my own.” Her breath tickled his throat, and his cock twitched.
Laney didn’t like people telling her what to do, never had, and he didn’t like that he was the one doing the telling, but Anthony Jones certainly wouldn’t expect to see his daughter back on Black Hills land any time soon. Oakwood land? That was another story altogether.
Curling his fingers around the side of her neck, he gave her a light squeeze, and she lifted her head to meet his gaze. “Okay,” he lied. “But not till I’ve had you all to myself a little longer.”
Her body relaxed and she nodded, cuddling into his side again, accepting what he said. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed, evened out, and he knew she’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t help running a hand over her thick hair and down a bare arm, couldn’t stop touching her. He shook off the guilt weighing heavy in the center of his chest. Withholding the truth for the time being was for her own good, as well as his.
The female in his arms had consented to become his mate, and that meant a whole lot of things. Fucking good, amazing things. But what his headstrong, feisty mate needed to remember was that it was his job to keep her safe. She may not always like the way he went about it, but that was the way it had to be. Eventually she would understand why he did the shit he did.
Until then, he had to be careful. The truce between them was a fragile one and he couldn’t risk her going to Anthony alone. He just needed a couple of days to strengthen their new bond and then, though he knew it would hurt her, tell her the rest of her father’s part in all this.
The deadline Brody had given him to deliver Delaney ran out tomorrow morning. When he didn’t show with her in tow, the guy would know something was up and run to Anthony. It was a good thing Laney’s old man didn’t know who the Oakwood alpha used to do his dirty work. Anthony had underestimated him from day one. When Fletch wised up and learned to stay under Anthony’s radar, the old bastard all but forgot about him.
Laney snuggled closer, still asleep. He tightened his hold around her. The thought of what might have happened would torment him for the rest of his life. If Brody had hired anyone but Fletch, Laney would be the mate of the Oakwood alpha by now. A shudder travelled through his body. He would have forced her into an unwanted union. Her selfish bastard of a father had traded her like cattle, treated her like nothing but a pawn. In return Anthony got protection and a guarantee Laney would keep working, growing their bank balances while he sat back without the threat of a challenger for pack alpha.
Laney had built that business from the ground up for the good of her pack and Anthony couldn’t bear the thought of one day losing control over the purse strings. So he’d sold his daughter, plus a percentage of the profits.
Wrapped around her sleeping form, his hold unconsciously tightened as anger pumped through his veins. She squirmed and he quickly loosened his grip, smoothing gentle fingers over the silky skin of her hip. Sighing in her sleep, she relaxed and her breathing evened out.
Lifting himself up on an elbow, he brushed back the hair resting across her neck and shoulders. A shot of possessive hunger surged through his body. His mark stood out against her golden flesh, pale pink, but already healing. It would fade further over the next few days, but would never disappear completely. Bending down, he brushed his lips over the abused skin, inhaling her scent now mixed with his. Fuck, nothing had ever felt more right in his entire life.
Settling back down beside her, Fletch curled
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