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Authors: Elena Hunter
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He gave her a charming smile that sent warm tingles running through Kirra’s body. It didn’t have the same effect on his gran.
“Fine. She can stay in your room. You’ll bunk in the barracks with Jackson.” She shoved away from the table and began pulling food out of the cupboards. “I’ll bet you haven’t fed this girl a proper meal in days. She looks like she’s wasting away.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Kirra protested, but her stomach chose that moment to gurgle.
“I can hear how fine. We’ll eat, then we’ll send those two lugs on their way.”
***
M arcus and Jackson plowed through piles of food as if they truly hadn’t eaten in days. Marcus caught her staring and grinned, stabbing a piece of rabbit with his fork. “We can’t always hunt while on duty, and we burn a lot of energy, so we’ve trained ourselves to eat when we can.”
“Hmmm.” She had no idea where all the food went—she’d seen his chiseled abs, and there wasn’t an ounce of flab to be seen. Heat flowed through her as she remembered what else she’d seen. It was going to be a long time before she forgot waking up to the sight of his bare ass and Jackson’s cock. Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she pressed them together under the table, hoping her face didn’t give her away.
“How often does the Shifter Council meet?” she asked, desperate to distract herself.
Marcus polished off his third serving of rabbit and washed it down with a glass of cold, pristine well water. “Once every couple of months unless there’s an emergency.”
Waiting that long wasn’t an option. Kirra stabbed her fork into the potatoes on her plate in frustration, then let the fork fall. She had to tell them. Even if they thought she was crazy, surely they’d still take her to the meeting just in case. She studied the men from under her lashes, getting up the nerve to tell them her story. Across from her, Jackson suddenly stiffened in his chair, looking sterner than ever, and beside her, Marcus was taking short breaths, practically panting. What was wrong with them?
Gran stood up and dusted her hands together. “Supper’s over. It’s time you two were on your way. The poor child looks exhausted, and I want to go to bed soon, too.”
Kirra glanced out the window by the door. The sky was streaked with purple and reds, the sun just setting. It couldn’t have been later than eight. A bit early for going to bed, but maybe it was different when you relied on candles for light after the sun set.
“I’m not done yet,” Marcus said, reaching for the coffee pot to refill his mug. His gran swatted his hand away.
“Yes, you are,” she said.
Though his nostrils flared, Jackson took the clear dismissal in stride, picking up his dishes and placing them in the sink before crossing to the front door. “We’ll be back in a few days,” he said, meeting Kirra’s eyes.
“I know,” she said.
He stared at her as if trying to tell her something important, then just pointed a commanding finger at her. “Stay here until we come back.” With that, he prodded a protesting Marcus through the doorway, and the door fell shut behind them.
She hadn’t had a chance to convince them to take her to the meeting. And beyond that, a feeling of loss swept over her. What if she never saw them again? She couldn’t leave things like that. They didn’t know how she... She hadn’t told them... “I didn’t say thank you,” she blurted out, surging to her feet. “I have to thank them.” Ignoring Gran’s knowing look, she ran outside and scanned the area. They were already halfway across the field, heading toward the barracks by the meeting hall. She sprinted, arms pumping, not caring how ridiculous she was acting. She couldn’t let them go without... She wasn’t sure exactly. It was hard to put into words.
Jackson said something in his low, rumbly voice, and he and Marcus swung around, stopping in their tracks. They must have heard her panting or the
“Fine. She can stay in your room. You’ll bunk in the barracks with Jackson.” She shoved away from the table and began pulling food out of the cupboards. “I’ll bet you haven’t fed this girl a proper meal in days. She looks like she’s wasting away.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Kirra protested, but her stomach chose that moment to gurgle.
“I can hear how fine. We’ll eat, then we’ll send those two lugs on their way.”
***
M arcus and Jackson plowed through piles of food as if they truly hadn’t eaten in days. Marcus caught her staring and grinned, stabbing a piece of rabbit with his fork. “We can’t always hunt while on duty, and we burn a lot of energy, so we’ve trained ourselves to eat when we can.”
“Hmmm.” She had no idea where all the food went—she’d seen his chiseled abs, and there wasn’t an ounce of flab to be seen. Heat flowed through her as she remembered what else she’d seen. It was going to be a long time before she forgot waking up to the sight of his bare ass and Jackson’s cock. Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she pressed them together under the table, hoping her face didn’t give her away.
“How often does the Shifter Council meet?” she asked, desperate to distract herself.
Marcus polished off his third serving of rabbit and washed it down with a glass of cold, pristine well water. “Once every couple of months unless there’s an emergency.”
Waiting that long wasn’t an option. Kirra stabbed her fork into the potatoes on her plate in frustration, then let the fork fall. She had to tell them. Even if they thought she was crazy, surely they’d still take her to the meeting just in case. She studied the men from under her lashes, getting up the nerve to tell them her story. Across from her, Jackson suddenly stiffened in his chair, looking sterner than ever, and beside her, Marcus was taking short breaths, practically panting. What was wrong with them?
Gran stood up and dusted her hands together. “Supper’s over. It’s time you two were on your way. The poor child looks exhausted, and I want to go to bed soon, too.”
Kirra glanced out the window by the door. The sky was streaked with purple and reds, the sun just setting. It couldn’t have been later than eight. A bit early for going to bed, but maybe it was different when you relied on candles for light after the sun set.
“I’m not done yet,” Marcus said, reaching for the coffee pot to refill his mug. His gran swatted his hand away.
“Yes, you are,” she said.
Though his nostrils flared, Jackson took the clear dismissal in stride, picking up his dishes and placing them in the sink before crossing to the front door. “We’ll be back in a few days,” he said, meeting Kirra’s eyes.
“I know,” she said.
He stared at her as if trying to tell her something important, then just pointed a commanding finger at her. “Stay here until we come back.” With that, he prodded a protesting Marcus through the doorway, and the door fell shut behind them.
She hadn’t had a chance to convince them to take her to the meeting. And beyond that, a feeling of loss swept over her. What if she never saw them again? She couldn’t leave things like that. They didn’t know how she... She hadn’t told them... “I didn’t say thank you,” she blurted out, surging to her feet. “I have to thank them.” Ignoring Gran’s knowing look, she ran outside and scanned the area. They were already halfway across the field, heading toward the barracks by the meeting hall. She sprinted, arms pumping, not caring how ridiculous she was acting. She couldn’t let them go without... She wasn’t sure exactly. It was hard to put into words.
Jackson said something in his low, rumbly voice, and he and Marcus swung around, stopping in their tracks. They must have heard her panting or the
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