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silky. Not like his at all. Jonah was a fuzzy wolf. Springy.
Hank sighed, then settled, melted into the sheets. Oh. Oh, better.
Jonah glanced at Liv. “Want to take a shower with me, Kit?”
She nodded, the act near hysterical. “He’ll be okay?”
“He will.” You’re safe, Hank. The door will be open.
Jonah swore he heard Hank’s agreement, deep in his soul. He took Liv’s hand, wanting to calm her, focus on her. She shook, and her skin had that shocky paleness.
“Come shower with me, love.”
She nodded, following him silently. The bathroom did made her smile with its jewel tones, and she shook her head. “You really did this for me. My colors and everything.”
“I did. I wanted you here.” The feeling had torn him apart long enough. Jonah was willing to lose a lot to have her and Hank with him.
She nodded and began to strip, to bare herself to his eyes. Liv wore bruises as well, her skin marred with marks he hadn’t left there. Jonah growled, his wolf battering in his skull, trying to get out.
Her answering growl made his cock leap, jerk.
Jonah grabbed Liv and kissed her hard, needing to feel her mouth under his, to taste her deeply. He poured himself—all his need and fear, his desire and hope—into the kiss.
Liv clung to him, arms around his shoulders, her breasts pressed to his chest.
He drew her into the shower, turned the water on, and got the steam going. She needed to relax, to let go of what had happened. Jonah had her brand of body wash, too, and he lathered his hands before soaping her up, sliding his fingers over her skin in a gentle massage. He wanted her to feel something good, something right, to erase her fear.
“Jonah.” Her voice broke. “I almost lost him.”
“Never again.” He needed them more than he needed anything, and the pack would deal. “You’re with me, and I’ll keep you safe.”
“We’re together, and we’ll keep each other safe.” She said it fiercely, shaking him a little.
“Yes. Oh, love.” He pulled her up against him and simply held her while the water poured down on them.
She did wet better than anyone he’d ever known. Ever. Her black hair slicked back, all sleek, her pale skin all but glowing… God, she killed him. Magnificent.
She bit his bottom lip, teasing him, tugging at it. Her sharp teeth sent tingles all the way down his spine.
He grabbed the shampoo, began to wash Liv’s hair, and she leaned hard, face a study in bliss. Too many emotions swirled through Jonah, more than he could contain. He was a pack enforcer, but with the shower water streaming down his face, he could afford a few hot tears.
Chapter Four
Liv paced the balcony, back and forth, over and over. She was in the middle of pack land, in a wolf’s home, with her coyote lover.
Weird?
Not at all.
Christ.
Summer was in full swing, so she was in one of Jonah’s button downs, a pair of tiny shorts. In the early morning sun, it felt like the perfect temperature.
She’d put her show on hiatus, because it was a far stretch into Reno from Jonah’s place, and she was bored out of her skull. Two days Hank had been sleeping, and Jonah still had a job to do.
Fucking bored.
She’d explored every inch of Jonah’s house and hadn’t found a single secret, not a thing to get growly about. He was her lover, the same as he’d always been. Jonah liked bacon, collected custom knives, and enjoyed baseball more than football.
God, she adored him.
Down in the clearing a wolf appeared, huge and gray and not Jonah.
A low warning growl left her, and she backed toward the door, toward the bed where her Hank slept. The wolf glanced up at her, and his tail waved a few times, wagging in a friendly way.
She made a curious sound, stepped forward, sniffing. Not entirely unfamiliar. Maybe one of the wolves from the other night.
He barked once, then wagged again and settled on the front steps downstairs, facing out. Guarding them, she thought. Keeping people out, not keeping
Hank sighed, then settled, melted into the sheets. Oh. Oh, better.
Jonah glanced at Liv. “Want to take a shower with me, Kit?”
She nodded, the act near hysterical. “He’ll be okay?”
“He will.” You’re safe, Hank. The door will be open.
Jonah swore he heard Hank’s agreement, deep in his soul. He took Liv’s hand, wanting to calm her, focus on her. She shook, and her skin had that shocky paleness.
“Come shower with me, love.”
She nodded, following him silently. The bathroom did made her smile with its jewel tones, and she shook her head. “You really did this for me. My colors and everything.”
“I did. I wanted you here.” The feeling had torn him apart long enough. Jonah was willing to lose a lot to have her and Hank with him.
She nodded and began to strip, to bare herself to his eyes. Liv wore bruises as well, her skin marred with marks he hadn’t left there. Jonah growled, his wolf battering in his skull, trying to get out.
Her answering growl made his cock leap, jerk.
Jonah grabbed Liv and kissed her hard, needing to feel her mouth under his, to taste her deeply. He poured himself—all his need and fear, his desire and hope—into the kiss.
Liv clung to him, arms around his shoulders, her breasts pressed to his chest.
He drew her into the shower, turned the water on, and got the steam going. She needed to relax, to let go of what had happened. Jonah had her brand of body wash, too, and he lathered his hands before soaping her up, sliding his fingers over her skin in a gentle massage. He wanted her to feel something good, something right, to erase her fear.
“Jonah.” Her voice broke. “I almost lost him.”
“Never again.” He needed them more than he needed anything, and the pack would deal. “You’re with me, and I’ll keep you safe.”
“We’re together, and we’ll keep each other safe.” She said it fiercely, shaking him a little.
“Yes. Oh, love.” He pulled her up against him and simply held her while the water poured down on them.
She did wet better than anyone he’d ever known. Ever. Her black hair slicked back, all sleek, her pale skin all but glowing… God, she killed him. Magnificent.
She bit his bottom lip, teasing him, tugging at it. Her sharp teeth sent tingles all the way down his spine.
He grabbed the shampoo, began to wash Liv’s hair, and she leaned hard, face a study in bliss. Too many emotions swirled through Jonah, more than he could contain. He was a pack enforcer, but with the shower water streaming down his face, he could afford a few hot tears.
Chapter Four
Liv paced the balcony, back and forth, over and over. She was in the middle of pack land, in a wolf’s home, with her coyote lover.
Weird?
Not at all.
Christ.
Summer was in full swing, so she was in one of Jonah’s button downs, a pair of tiny shorts. In the early morning sun, it felt like the perfect temperature.
She’d put her show on hiatus, because it was a far stretch into Reno from Jonah’s place, and she was bored out of her skull. Two days Hank had been sleeping, and Jonah still had a job to do.
Fucking bored.
She’d explored every inch of Jonah’s house and hadn’t found a single secret, not a thing to get growly about. He was her lover, the same as he’d always been. Jonah liked bacon, collected custom knives, and enjoyed baseball more than football.
God, she adored him.
Down in the clearing a wolf appeared, huge and gray and not Jonah.
A low warning growl left her, and she backed toward the door, toward the bed where her Hank slept. The wolf glanced up at her, and his tail waved a few times, wagging in a friendly way.
She made a curious sound, stepped forward, sniffing. Not entirely unfamiliar. Maybe one of the wolves from the other night.
He barked once, then wagged again and settled on the front steps downstairs, facing out. Guarding them, she thought. Keeping people out, not keeping
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