Blaez ran until his lungs screamed for mercy, and even then he pushed on. Uphill, around sharp bends, down lethally high inclines, through chilly creek water, circling back to where he’d started at the base of the mountain. He relished the burn and tightness in his thighs, his buttocks and calves, felt the sting of air escaping his lungs through his partially opened mouth, and blinked away the sweat that dripped down from his forehead.
She was a Selected.
That had been a surprise. And it was a problem.
The gods and goddesses thrived on their control over all in their domain, the battle for more domains an ongoing quest for them all. But for some the battle wasn’t how many they could control, but how best they could try to prevent the constant uprising in the meantime. Selene, the Luna goddess from which the lycans’ very strength had thrived, had not been strong enough to stop Zeus’s wrath against the king of Arcadia, but she had done something that she’d thought would counteract the new battle the mighty god of thunder had unwittingly begun. She’d Selected specific alpha females to be paired with certain alpha males. The Selected female could never be claimed by any other alpha but the one she was Selected for. These were matches that would enhance them both, creating a mighty force that could hopefully keep the peace among the warring breed. It was said that each one Selene had Selected was marked.
Kira’s crescent-moon marking came instantly to his mind.
If she was Selected bringing her into his house was an even bigger mistake than he or the pack could ever have imagined. Kira could not have been Selected for him. That was the last thing Blaez wanted. He’d decided long ago that intimate or emotional connections were not for him. He’d failed the people he’d loved most in this world once; no way was he going to put himself in the position to endure that type of pain and heartache again. Besides that, things were different now—this situation dictated that it be so—and not even a Selected was going to change that for him.
“Let’s stop here,” he heard Malec say from just a few steps behind.
With a frown Blaez turned, still running in place to see two of his closest friends, chests heaving in a similar fashion to his, bodies built for this type of brutal exercise, eyes trained on him, etched only slightly with worry.
After breakfast Blaez had gone into his office, locking himself there while he did some research. He’d needed to know where she’d come from, which Hunter packs were closest to their region. Phelan would have already begun similar research, without Blaez having to instruct him to do so, because that was his job within the pack—to know whom and what they were dealing with at all times. That’s why Blaez hadn’t been at all surprised when e-mails from his second in command appeared while he’d worked on his laptop. Malec, on the other hand, only knew that there was a guest in the lodge. An overnight guest who was most likely going to be there in the long term. True to his nature, as the contemplative one, he’d simply sat at the breakfast table, watching Kira interact with Channing.
The two of them had acted as if they’d known each other for ages, like today was their reunion and Blaez and the others were somehow intruding. Blaez treated the heated ball at the pit of his stomach as hunger, instead of acknowledging what it really was. She’d changed from their tryst in the gym to more pants that hugged her ass and a button-down shirt this time that barely held her voluptuous breasts in place. His mouth had watered the moment she walked into the kitchen, just as it did each time he laid eyes on her. A more alluring female, lycan or human, Blaez had never seen.
There was a grace to her that was unlike that of the slim and sexy vixens he’d usually entertained himself with. A naïveté that both shocked and enticed him. She hadn’t been vetted; no agreement had been discussed and sealed before their first meeting. It had all simply happened, so fast and so intensely that Blaez was still wondering what the hell he was doing. She’d obeyed his commands and masturbated, then she’d tried to run away, and then she was lying there, tied down, spread wide for him. Only him. Asking his permission to come. There was fear—he’d sensed it marginally at first—but then there was intrigue and pleasure, the likes of which had almost taken Blaez’s breath away. She’d been so beautiful when she’d come, so hot and tight, that it had taken all of his training and living experience to keep from tearing off his pants and fucking her right there in front of those open windows.
It had taken even more control for him to walk away from her moments later. The uncomfortable half hour he’d sat at the breakfast table while she and Channing chatted and laughed, Phelan eyeing him knowingly and Malec questioningly, had been enough for Blaez. He’d had to be alone. And once he’d found out about her past, he’d had to run.
“There are five of them,” Phelan immediately began when Blaez had stopped running.
A couple feet away from him Malec had already begun his stretching, one leg extended in front of him as he lunged. In addition to being contemplative, Malec was the fitness guru of the pack, constantly getting on Channing about the unhealthy dishes he prepared for them, while also consuming those meals with unabashed fervor. To the rest of them it was humorous, but to Malec eating those meals just meant more hours in the gym for him. More often than not, Blaez figured that was just Malec’s way of escaping the group setting, heading off to be alone to work off a debt he believed he owed, to someone who didn’t matter worth squat.
“Penn Radley, the alpha. Cody, Dallas, Kev, and Milo. They run an auto mechanic shop in Seattle and live on one of those historic houseboats. Penn’s mate was Tora Hepprin from another Hunter pack in the region. She was shot and killed three months ago in the forest near the Olympic Mountains. Penn suspected Devoteds, but the authorities ruled it a possible hunting accident. Kira is Penn and Tora’s only child,” Phelan stated as if he’d memorized the recap version of the reports he and Blaez had compiled before coming out here.
“Wait,” Malec said, standing straight and gazing from Phelan to Blaez. “I knew she was from a Hunter pack. But you’re saying she’s their alpha female now?”
“No,” Blaez replied instantly, his tone clipped, agitated. “She’s not their alpha female. She’s simply the alpha female in that pack, or at least she was. There are no claimed connections.”
“You sure about that?” Malec asked. “What if getting into our pack is their plan? We’re only twelve days out from the full moon; every lycan that’s breathing is in need right now. It would be simple to flaunt a female in front of us to get her inside. And then what?”
“Ambush? Maybe?” Phelan asked. “If they knew you were here all along, she could be just what they needed to get close to you. To kill you.”
Blaez shook his head, already having considered this very scenario. In fact, he and Phelan had been discussing it on and off all day. What Blaez hadn’t shared was that if Penn knew his daughter was a Selected, if the alpha subscribed to that theory and he was a Hunter, the very last lycan he would want her around would be Blaez, with his pure-blood status. Sure, the Hunters would still want Blaez dead based solely on his bloodline, but Penn certainly would not want to risk his only child being claimed by Blaez first. Connecting a Hunter and a Devoted would be as big a catastrophe as connecting a lycan with a human—at least in their minds.
No, Penn and his pack would come first and foremost because they’d want Kira back. Once they followed Kira’s scent to Blaez they would undoubtedly realize who he was, or at least part of who he was. Killing a Trekas, to hit the Devoteds in the very heart of their breed, would be a coup worth bragging about. And then they would celebrate in whoever claimed Kira. Blaez only frowned, because he had no intention of letting any of that happen.
“It’s not an ambush if we’re ready,” Blaez told them.
“Why don’t we just let her go?” Malec asked. “Send her back to them with a message to keep away before the demise of their pack becomes imminent.”
“I can— I’m not letting her go,” Blaez said, clenching his teeth at the thought of what he’d almost said. “She ran for a reason. Letting her go puts her in danger from not only unknown lycans but also most probably the ones she’s known all her life.”
“So she’s having some sort of temper tantrum and we’re going to ultimately pay the price for it? Since when do we settle domestic disputes?” Phelan asked, with a shake of his head. “I don’t know if this is such a good plan.”
“It’s the plan,” Blaez said adamantly. “I will deal directly with her; you make sure all of our security measures are in place. It’ll be the night of the full moon, when we’re strongest.”
“When we’re rabid and horny, you mean?” came Malec’s curt reply.
“I mean when Selene’s power for once shines brighter than Zeus’s and we are the dominating species,” Blaez said, feeling like he had to give them both lessons on their true origin.
Phelan nodded. “Right, the Luna goddess will prevail. She always does.”
Blaze ignored the flippant comment as it was the norm for Phelan, who for so long had held a grudge against the women of their world. As if he had learned nothing from dealing with one of the goddesses of revenge, who had left him permanently scared. While their kind usually healed almost instantaneously, Phelan’s scars, both inside and out, were permanent because of the powerful being who had inflicted them.
“And in the meantime, she gets to play house with us and Channing. How do you think she’s going to like that, if she didn’t like living with her own father’s pack?” Malec interjected.
Blaez didn’t know the answer to that question. What he knew, and what he wasn’t about to relay to his pack, was that there was no way he could let Kira leave, especially not after what had transpired between them earlier today. He wanted her. And for Blaez that was all that mattered at this moment.
“I’m heading back,” he told them without further discussion, taking off at a run, pushing his body further beyond its limits because something about the burn and the strain was keeping him from totally losing control. He had no idea if the others followed and didn’t really care. Running was a release; the air upon his face, the wind in his ears, was freeing and almost relaxing. It was another way that he coped.
Still, heat burned inside of him, need pressing against his bones until he felt them threatening to break. Kira’s scent was leading him like a besotted puppy back to the lodge, back to her.
* * *
Tonight, instead of masturbating and then falling asleep in the wonderfully comfortable queen-sized bed, Kira had showered and slipped beneath the fresh, new sheets. She figured Channing had been responsible for changing them while she’d been enjoying the extensive library located at the far end of the lodge, near Channing’s and Malec’s rooms.
Channing had clearly taken over the alpha female’s role in the pack. This was only slightly surprising to Kira, because in any pack where there was no female one of the betas had to take on that supervisory role, it was just their way. More shocking had been the hard-on he’d unabashedly been sporting when she turned around after leaning over the counter in the kitchen earlier this morning. For a moment she’d thought it would be kind of nice to have a lycan like Channing with his honest good looks and perfectly sculpted body want her.
He’d smiled at her as if it was only natural, which she figured it kind of was for him, and he’d be attentive to her every need both in and out of the bedroom. The lycans were a very sexual bunch, some more promiscuous than others, since they weren’t bound by human social protocols. It was nothing to have pack members sharing a female, or a male for that matter. The anything-goes mentality was like their mantra. While Kira had never experienced anything on that level personally, or seen it done for that matter, she’d heard Dallas and the other betas in her father’s pack talking about it often enough. In fact, she suspected they’d done quite a bit of sharing themselves.
In the end, she’d simply smiled at Channing and the oddly familial bond she’d felt with him instead of the intensely sexual one she’d felt with Blaez. That’s when she’d asked about books or anything she could do to pass the time here. What she really wanted was to see other parts of the lodge to confirm for herself that there was no way out of this fortress.
“If you like to read we have quite a library,” Channing had told her. “I love books. Blaez has a thirst for knowledge too, but other than his personal collection of books, he prefers his computers for research purposes. Malec, of course, favors the gym and Phelan, well, he doesn’t like much at all.” Channing had followed that up with a chuckle, but Kira suspected that fact was a little more troubling to him than he let on.
“I love to read. My mother always read poetry to me. I prefer mysteries myself,” she admitted, then clapped her lips shut, hating that she’d said those words to anyone. It was odd talking to Channing as if they were actually friends, as the members of her father’s pack only saw her as an object to be claimed, especially in the last few months.
Channing had shown her to the library and left her alone there, trusting her, she thought initially. A few seconds later she realized the trust wasn’t necessary, since she’d likely set off a million alarms if she so much as cracked a window in this place. Not that she was even paying attention to the large windows with the same tinted glass that she’d seen in the gym. No, Kira was much more fascinated by the gleaming wood floors and bookcases that matched, reaching up to the ceiling. There were aisles just like in the university library she remembered studying in for the past couple of years. Yet this place had a more elegant touch, curving corners that led to even more books in a room that she’d had no idea was as large as it turned out to be.
By the time she’d made it to the other end, she’d passed through the room’s center where four leather couches sat facing one another, a huge area rug covering the floor beneath them. There was also a fireplace nestled deep into the back wall surrounded by an intricate rock design. As gorgeous as it all was, Kira found herself going farther, to the end of the room, to a section of books that look terribly old and for some odd reason appeared the most interesting.
There were leather chairs in this part of the room as well, single high-backed ones the color of rich caramel. Reaching out, she let her fingers brush lightly over the tattered spines of a couple books, stopping as if by no control of her own on one. The name TREKAS was printed in letters so worn she could barely see them all. Kira pulled that one from the shelf without a moment’s hesitation. Before opening it, as if knowing already that this was going to take some time, she’d backed up until she sank into one of those high-backed chairs.
The book was clearly old, so she’d had to turn the pages slowly to keep from ripping them. A couple of those pages were written completely in Greek, which she found only a bit odd, and she wondered what else could surprise her in this place. Her mother had tried to teach her to read in Greek. But Penn hadn’t thought it was necessary, so the lessons hadn’t gotten very far. Names that appeared early on in the book were familiar as she remembered her mother telling her the story of the lycan origination when she was just a little girl. But as she continued to read the story changed, switching, she thought, to Nyktimos’s point of view as he explained why he’d come to the states and fallen in love with a human. A woman whom he’d been unexplainably drawn to; one who made everything he’d thought he believed in “fall to ashes on the ground” was what he’d said.
Kira’s heart beat faster as she watched the love story unfold, saw Nyktimos’s ultimate mistake, and felt his broken heart as if it were her own. She read about the sons who had been born to him through his wife before she’d taken her own life and how those sons had sons, continuing the pure bloodline until it came to Alec Trekas and his three sons: Cabe, Blaez, and Ryer.
“Hey there, bookworm, you’ve been in here all day. I left you some dinner in the microwave, since I’m sure you’re beyond starved right now.”
Kira looked up, her neck aching from having been in the position of staring down into that book for so long. It was darker in the library then it had been when she’d come in, and as Channing’s words had registered in her mind she’d looked to the windows to see that night had already fallen.
“He’s a Trekas, isn’t he? My father’s pack are trained to hunt anyone from the Trekas family. You don’t just think I’m here to kill your pack; you think I’m hunting him,” she said slowly, the realization of where she was and whom she was with finally hitting her full force.
Channing stared at her a moment before speaking, leaning against one of the bookshelves. “Are you saying you didn’t know who he was? Is that what you want us to believe?”
If that was the case Channing certainly wasn’t buying it. “It’s the truth,” she replied vehemently. “I left my pack and was headed to the Midwest. My mother had some family there, but I got sidetracked,” she said, not wanting to admit the still-unnamable force that had changed her route so that she’d ended up in those woods where Blaez had found her—similar to the way Nyktimos had described feeling about the human he’d fallen in love with. “I wasn’t looking for him,” she said, a shiver snaking down her spine.
Channing shrugged. “The Hunters want him dead. That’s not something Blaez takes lightly.”
“He doesn’t take anything lightly,” she whispered, thinking of Blaez’s intensity, of the serious and almost dour personality he possessed. She’d originally seen that as just another trait to dislike about him; now she realized by his birthright that it might be warranted.
“He’s in a precarious position,” Channing told her.
Closing the book and letting it sit in her lap, Kira shook her head. “I know how that feels.”
“Maybe the two of you have more in common then you thought,” he said.
“I doubt that Blaez’s family chased him away,” she said, then went silent, looking away from Channing’s inquisitive gaze. “Anyway, what does he plan to do with me? Am I now going to be part of some revenge plot?” Kira just couldn’t believe it. What were the odds that of all the lycans in all this world, she would walk right into the path of this one, landing in his arms … and liking it way more than she was ready to admit?
Pushing himself away from the shelf, Channing leaned forward, slipping the book from her lap before saying, “You should have dinner and get some rest. I hear there’s more training for you tomorrow.”
For the billionth time today Kira had felt embarrassed, now wondering if Channing had any idea what type of training Blaez had taken her through this morning before breakfast. It was a good thing Channing had walked out—carrying that book with him—that at least had saved her a little bit of pride. But now she couldn’t ask the questions flitting around in her mind.
On Channing’s instructions, she’d stopped in the kitchen on her way back to her bedroom, and had been pleased to find a meatball sub drenched in provolone cheese, baby carrots and celery sticks on the side of the plate that had been covered with a plastic lid and sitting in the microwave. The bright green sticky note that read: “For Kira. Eat Me.” was what caught her attention, and she’d smiled at Channing’s thoughtfulness.
She’d eaten the carrots, which she suspected were actually Malec’s idea after she’d heard him talk relentlessly about physical fitness and healthy eating during breakfast. Celery was just not tasty to her and so she’d left that alone and enjoyed the sub after she’d reheated it. The hot shower that followed her meal felt heavenly in the bathroom that looked as if it were meant to be in a five-star hotel, instead of this rustic lodge. She was beginning to think “rustic chic” was a better description of this place.
Now she was in bed, but she’d feared sleep would not come. Greek words replayed in her mind, the story of Nyktimos and the love of his life, the mate he felt he’d been bound to find but too cursed to keep. But sleep did come and with it a dream that felt so real, so deliciously tangible, Kira had wanted to scream.
The wolf had pushed open the door to her bedroom, its large head, the first she saw of it, held high. With a majestic gait, it entered just as if she’d invited it or, no, rather as if it belonged.
On the bed she sat up, noting how thin the nightshirt she wore was when a breeze coming in from the hallway chilled her until she shivered. She felt her nipples growing hard and crossed her arms to cover them. The wolf, with its piercing sapphire blue eyes, zoomed directly in on her, turned then, using its muzzle in a sideways motion to push the door closed.
It walked around to the side of the bed, its very movement speaking of power and dominance. With every quiet step of its paws over the carpeted floor Kira’s gaze remained transfixed. She’d never seen a wolf this close up before. A lycan—a human who through a bite or scratch from another lycan possessed the ability to take on wolf-like characteristics and powers—yes, but not a full-grown wolf, such as this. She thought about this fact and vaguely remembered something she’d seen in one of those Greek books in the library. Among its differences and perhaps the most intriguing point of all was the immediate connection she felt to this wolf. As if she’d seen or communicated with it before.
Pausing only momentarily to look at her from a closer range, the wolf turned, going to the other side of the bed, repeating the same action. Kira inhaled deeply, the wolf’s very primal and earthy scent permeating her senses, inciting every sexual spark in her body until she felt like a firecracker, fizzing and sparking waiting until the final pop. She jerked with that thought, her thighs shaking, pussy throbbing. Grabbing the sheets, she made sure they covered her legs, tucking them between her thighs and squeezing tightly to assuage the need growing there.
The wolf moved again to the end of the bed, its cheeks lifting slightly as it bared its teeth. Kira sucked in a breath, still staring because it was next to impossible to tear her gaze away. When the wolf lunged forward grabbing the sheets and ripping them from the bed she let out a yelp and scooted back on the bed, grabbing a pillow—as if that were actually going to provide protection—and placing it in front of her.
In the next moment the beautiful gray and white wolf had shed its glorious pelt, the four legs shifting in a blur to form arms and legs, all muscles rippling as they stood and stretched. The body of the wolf had also changed to that of a man … one hell of a fine-ass specimen of a man. Every part of him looked chiseled as if some deity had taken not just a day or two but possibly months to design every inch of its perfection. From his narrow waist to the wide splayed shoulders, back down again to the contoured thighs and very pleasantly endowed—possibly too much—cock that jutted forward with full-on arousal.
Kira swallowed, her gaze fixated there, mind soaring with the possibilities. It wasn’t until the man knelt on the bed, crawling across the mattress toward her, did she venture to look at his face, the carefully sculpted jaw, thin nose, medium-thickness lips, and those eyes. They remained the piercing blue searing through her as if they possessed X-ray vision, making her shake with vulnerability. All lycans had blue eyes in their shifted form, but none like this. Kira was certain she’d never seen eyes this brilliant and alluring before.
“Blaez.” His name came on a whisper, her fingers shaking as she grasped the pillow tighter.
“Don’t hide from me,” he said, his voice deep, clear, dominant.
He pulled the pillow away and still on his hands and knees lowered his head to nuzzle between her breasts. The thin material of her nightshirt stuck to her body as she arched upward, loving the feel of his warm breath against her skin. Falling back, Kira braced herself on her elbows, her mouth opening with a gasp, eyes still fixated on the top of Blaez’s bald head. He moved lower, rubbing his cheeks, one and then the other, his lips, his forehead, over her torso, her abdomen, and farther down until she was panting with anticipation.
His hands abruptly grabbed her thighs, spreading her legs wide, lifting her until her ass was up off the mattress, her weight supported partially by his strong hands. She was completely available to him, her pussy open, wet, and waiting and him staring down hungrily as if he’d known he would end up here all along.
Those eyes, piercing and hypnotic, as blue as a jewel, found hers again as he looked up and whispered, “Mine.”
Kira didn’t know what to say or do. Her fingers were clenching the sheets as if they were her new lifeline, her thighs quivering in his hands, breasts tingling with the rush of arousal. When his tongue extended, long and thick, curving slightly at the tip like a ladle, Kira shivered. He licked her then, from her dripping wet center up excruciatingly slowly to the hood of her clit where the tip of his tongue made a swirling motion that drove her wild. He repeated that action again and again, taking turns looking up at her, then down at her pussy. He could see the throbbing of her vulva lips, lapped up each drop of her essence that dripped incessantly. She gasped each time the pad of his soft tongue touched her awaiting heat. Her breasts jiggled with each tremor coursing up and down her spine. She wanted more, so much more, and she wanted it right now!
“Once I claim you there’s no turning back,” Blaez said seconds before thrusting his tongue deep inside her, lapping up every drop of her release as it racked through her body like a violent storm.
She’d barely caught her breath, teeth were still biting into her lower lip, hands pulling the sheets completely from the mattress, when he pulled back, moving closer so that the bulbous tip of his dick, dripping with a thick white drop of his arousal, was now aimed at the entrance his tongue had just left weeping. Her eyes fluttered open, once again finding his magnetic gaze.
“No turning back,” he repeated. “Ever.”
Kira blinked, her chest still heaving, heart thumping wildly. His eyes had changed. They weren’t that brilliant sapphire she’d been drawn to, but a lighter, duller shade. His body was the finely sculpted bronze tone she’d first glimpsed, but darker, less contoured. She closed her eyes once more, opening them slowly. He was closer, his breathing coming faster, more erratic. His jaw was covered with a light layer of hair, dark hair, that also covered the top of his head. His forehead wrinkled, swelling into its lycan form, his teeth elongating, eyes burning with a mixture of lust and disgust that had her stomach churning.
“You’re gonna be my alpha bitch!”
The voice was different, not as deep, not dominant, but angry and creepy as hell. She squirmed, trying to get away because this wasn’t the same … this wasn’t Blaez. Oh no, no, no! It was him … it was … he wanted to claim her and become alpha of his own pack. He wanted to use her because she was there, not because he loved her … in fact, he’d told her time and time again how much her body disgusted him, how she was too much woman and lycan.
Kira shook her head and felt herself scooting back on the bed. He followed, laughing, taunting. “I’m gonna get you. I’m … gonna … get … you!”
She opened her mouth then and screamed so loud and so long her throat burned, her neck cracking as her head arched back.