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Jess was in so much trouble and she was going to murder her sister when she tracked her down. She rode beside the Wolf in the backseat of a black SUV. One of his lieutenants drove down the narrow streets of the inner city up to the castle.
Falcon Point was a special place. It didn’t look like any other city in America and it was completely controlled by shapeshifters. Completely ruled by the man sitting beside her.
Everyone knew about werewolves and other people like them, it was impossible to keep such things secret when they ran wild on the night of the full moon. There had been legends for centuries, the Wild Hunt riding and the like. But Falcon Point was their home. There were half a dozen cities over the globe like it, one ruled by coyotes, another by bears. Mostly the wolves ruled, they liked their order and fought tooth and nail to keep it.
The city looked like something from the middle ages the closer you got to the center. The streets were narrow and bricked with cobblestones, the buildings were all stone, and a great wall circled it all. The wall ran for miles, circling ten square miles of the central city. A dozen gates let people in and out and each gate was closed each full moon for the safety of those both inside and out of the city.
In Jess’s travels, she’d never seen anything like it. Her mother had told her that it wasn’t safe to live there, but from the moment Jess set foot inside the West Gate it felt like home. And she wouldn’t let one overbearing alpha send her packing. The thought of submitting to his whims and letting him rule over her was anathema, but somehow he’d figured out she was a werewolf.
That was the thing most people didn’t know about Rebecca and her. They were only half-sisters. Rebecca’s father had been a fox, Jess’s had been a wolf. Not that she’d ever met the man. And her own mother was human, caught on the outside of the shapeshifter world, desperately wishing that someone would gift her with the change.
At the center of the city was the castle. It wasn’t medieval by any means, though it had been built nearly 150 years before. It was made of red brick and granite, four stories high and at least 15,000 square feet on the inside. There was a large courtyard as well. They rented the place out for tours once a month and Jess had desperately wanted to go, but the risk of drawing the Wolf’s attention had been too much.
At least now she would get to see the castle.
They pulled in through a portcullis and into a large garage. There was no effort made to hide where they took her and that scared Jess. They knew it was nearly impossible to escape the castle. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t try.
The garage stored half a dozen SUVs and several sports cars covered by tarps. “Are they all yours?” she asked, though as soon as she spoke she knew the answer.
The Wolf grinned and this time there was something even scarier than the threat that he’d been giving her at her office. She saw attraction. “They belong to me and my mate.” She’d been trying to ignore it for miles. Yes, the Wolf was nice to look at, it came with all the alpha-ness. He was taller than her, or would be if she didn’t have heels on, and bigger too. Though his mass came from muscle.
Standing next to him she felt the strangest thing. She felt safe. Only for ten seconds when she wasn’t thinking about everything he could do to her. Every bad thing he could do to her. Her mind was not being helpful, instead supplying images of him naked in his bed, his head between her thighs, her kneeling before him, his cock deep inside her. It was all a jumble of lust, of desire.
Okay, so she needed to get laid. She’d find someone just as soon as she got out of his clutches. Because there was no way in hell she would even consider sleeping with the Wolf. Even if the mere thought of it sent heat coursing straight to her core.
Whatever she saw couldn’t actually be lust. He’d dropped that comment about his mate, clearly telling her to back off. Though she had never heard of him having a mate before. Besides, men like him didn’t usually want women like her.
Not that her boyfriends had been ugly or anything. But they had all tended towards-nice, safe, dependable. Great characteristics, but nothing exciting.
And clearly there was something wrong with her if she was busier thinking about how much she wanted to bone the Wolf rather than thinking about escape routes. His hand on her back as he led her through the inner corridors and up a winding staircase wasn’t helping. It was hot, possessive, and only inches from her ass.
He opened the door to a palatial suite. A bed took up a quarter of the room, it was large enough for ten people and covered in a golden canopy. The comforter was made of a sumptuous red material embroidered with gold thread. There was a TV that would nearly rival a cinema screen, a couch and several chairs surrounding a glass table. A large window looked out over the city.
This wasn’t any guest room. And it certainly wasn’t a dungeon.
"Nice digs," she said. "Who knew your decorator went all out for your prison cells."
The Wolf stood too close, the heat of him hot against her back. Jess wanted to close her eyes and fist her hands to keep from reaching out. She didn't, she had enough control for this, but he was like a huge magnet. She couldn't ignore the pull between them.
The Wolf moved past her, brushing against her and pulling the door shut behind him. He had her pinned between his hard body and the door. Jess almost put up a hand to keep him away but thought better of it at the last instant. She wasn't going to be the one to touch first.
"Oh, no, Jessica," he nearly purred her name. And while she didn't like her full name, it was seduction on his tongue. "You don't belong in my prison cells."
"But this is your room." She said it as if she could talk sense into him. Did she want to be locked in a cell and forgotten? Clearly her mind was misfiring.
"Yes, it is. Right where you belong." He leaned in and breathed deep before putting his hands on her hips and spinning her once more. He was out the door and had it locked behind him before she realized what happened.
Oh, hell. She was so freaking screwed.
