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reluctance, "she's asking for the pack beta. Actually, she's asking for Jackson. By name. She—knows him." The last sentence was a whisper, but naturally Tamsin could hear it. She also heard the even deeper reluctance beneath Bree' words.
Feeling a groundless yet sharp dread poke at her, Tamsin sped up so much she knew Bree had to pick up a small jog in order to keep up. She beelined straight for the great front entrance to the estate and whatever event that all her instincts suddenly screamed was a direct threat—to her.
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Jackson couldn't keep his smug grin to himself as he and Mac strolled down the hallway to head outside for a run. Mac, who'd been going on and on about his latest paramour and her inevitable reluctance to let their dalliance end, finally gave up and said, “Oh, out with it already. You're not listening to me anyway. Who was it? One of your long-ago flings? One of the previous surrenders? Some lovestruck groupie whose shattered heart you left lying on the white sands of the private island you got to muck around on for a few weeks?”
Laughing, Jackson pictured Tamsin's beautiful face shimmering in ecstasy as she looked up at him from her bed. As she'd looked, covered in glistening water droplets and utterly, gorgeously vulnerable, when he'd taken her sweet, delicious body behind the waterfall. As her eyes had darkened and her face opened when he slipped his fingers inside her, meeting him stroke for stroke and cry for cry.
Staying with him in a charged yet delicate little bubble of intimacy and safety, things he'd never before felt with any woman, anywhere.
A woman he so fiercely wanted to protect, it about took his breath away with the intensity of his possessiveness.
Lightly, though, he deflected Mac's probing. “I'm just having a good day. That's all.”
Mac guffawed out a laugh and clapped Jackson on his back, nearly making him trip as they rounded the corner into the formal greeting room by the front door. “Sure, you are, my man,” he said between his snorts of disbelieving laughter. “Sure you are.”
Then they both drew up short, staring at a crowded little scene in front of them.
Easily close to one hundred werewolves and humans milled around the front entrance room. Everyone's attention seemed focused on a small knot of figures, around which there was an obvious and sizable distance from everyone else in the room. Tamsin stood at the center of it, her beautiful figure and deliriously overpowering scent immediately causing Jackson to rumble with his recent refrain of Mine, mine, mine. Sensing that Mac's raised eyebrows were not only at the scene before them but because he was picking up on the sudden wave of possessiveness emanating from Jackson, Jackson reluctantly tamped down his emotions—and the wild way his heart took flight when he saw her.
Finn, a few bodyguards, and several of the council members stood in a loose semicircle behind Tamsin. She was facing a human woman, a stranger. Excited that alone was enough to draw Jackson up short. Partially because of the glamour over Wicked Mountain Town and partially because of the estate's deliberate placement well outside the nearest city primarily occupied by humans, seeing humans here who weren't part of the estate's staff or invited guests was so exceedingly uncommon as to be, in a word, impossible. Due to his status in the pack, Jackson would know if there were any human guests here at the moment.
They were not.
He didn't understand the depth of trouble about to surround him, though, until Tamsin slowly swiveled her head to look directly at him.
Oh. Her face was beyond still. Beyond composed. It was a frozen mask. Without thought, he headed directly toward her. As he did, the strange human woman standing there as well, who really was probably closer to a girl she looked like she was barely into her 20s, if that, caught sight of him. He could immediately tell by her self-possessed demeanor that she lived in
Feeling a groundless yet sharp dread poke at her, Tamsin sped up so much she knew Bree had to pick up a small jog in order to keep up. She beelined straight for the great front entrance to the estate and whatever event that all her instincts suddenly screamed was a direct threat—to her.
~~~
Jackson couldn't keep his smug grin to himself as he and Mac strolled down the hallway to head outside for a run. Mac, who'd been going on and on about his latest paramour and her inevitable reluctance to let their dalliance end, finally gave up and said, “Oh, out with it already. You're not listening to me anyway. Who was it? One of your long-ago flings? One of the previous surrenders? Some lovestruck groupie whose shattered heart you left lying on the white sands of the private island you got to muck around on for a few weeks?”
Laughing, Jackson pictured Tamsin's beautiful face shimmering in ecstasy as she looked up at him from her bed. As she'd looked, covered in glistening water droplets and utterly, gorgeously vulnerable, when he'd taken her sweet, delicious body behind the waterfall. As her eyes had darkened and her face opened when he slipped his fingers inside her, meeting him stroke for stroke and cry for cry.
Staying with him in a charged yet delicate little bubble of intimacy and safety, things he'd never before felt with any woman, anywhere.
A woman he so fiercely wanted to protect, it about took his breath away with the intensity of his possessiveness.
Lightly, though, he deflected Mac's probing. “I'm just having a good day. That's all.”
Mac guffawed out a laugh and clapped Jackson on his back, nearly making him trip as they rounded the corner into the formal greeting room by the front door. “Sure, you are, my man,” he said between his snorts of disbelieving laughter. “Sure you are.”
Then they both drew up short, staring at a crowded little scene in front of them.
Easily close to one hundred werewolves and humans milled around the front entrance room. Everyone's attention seemed focused on a small knot of figures, around which there was an obvious and sizable distance from everyone else in the room. Tamsin stood at the center of it, her beautiful figure and deliriously overpowering scent immediately causing Jackson to rumble with his recent refrain of Mine, mine, mine. Sensing that Mac's raised eyebrows were not only at the scene before them but because he was picking up on the sudden wave of possessiveness emanating from Jackson, Jackson reluctantly tamped down his emotions—and the wild way his heart took flight when he saw her.
Finn, a few bodyguards, and several of the council members stood in a loose semicircle behind Tamsin. She was facing a human woman, a stranger. Excited that alone was enough to draw Jackson up short. Partially because of the glamour over Wicked Mountain Town and partially because of the estate's deliberate placement well outside the nearest city primarily occupied by humans, seeing humans here who weren't part of the estate's staff or invited guests was so exceedingly uncommon as to be, in a word, impossible. Due to his status in the pack, Jackson would know if there were any human guests here at the moment.
They were not.
He didn't understand the depth of trouble about to surround him, though, until Tamsin slowly swiveled her head to look directly at him.
Oh. Her face was beyond still. Beyond composed. It was a frozen mask. Without thought, he headed directly toward her. As he did, the strange human woman standing there as well, who really was probably closer to a girl she looked like she was barely into her 20s, if that, caught sight of him. He could immediately tell by her self-possessed demeanor that she lived in
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