Table of Contents

- Prologue to the Prologue

- Prologue

- One

- Two

- Three

- Four

- Five

- Six

- Seven

- Eight

- Nine

- Ten

- Epilogue

V8

The Healer and the Alpha

Second Edition

Jeanie Johnson

www.beautifultroublepublishing.com

V8: The Healer and the Alpha, 2nd edition

Jeanie Johnson

Copyright © 2009, 2007 by Jeanie Johnson

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To my Man…you are the model for every male character I write.  I love you, Baby.  To my Momma—whom I love so very much.  To my sisters Rolanda, Dréa, and Von-glorious.  To Les for the kickass cover.

Caveat

This work of erotica contains adult language and sexually explicit scenes.  This book is intended only for adults, as it is defined by the laws of the country in which the purchase is made.

The Who Done It and Why

Ajali Nasaler—AKA Destiny “Dessie” Smith.  Vampiress extraordinaire; reinvents herself at the drop of a hat.  Raised with Astarla Hart and Jaylee Sorenson from the time they were tots, they are considered both sisters and best friends and make up the Troika, the nickname the rest of the Otherworldly community gave them because of their antics.  Ajali is the “you must’ve lost your damn mind” part of the Troika and has undergone multiple name changes through the centuries; but regardless of what she answers to, she’s simply “The (capital T) Healer (capital H)” in Otherworldly circles.

Jack Mann—AKA The Alpha. Not simply an alpha, but the Supreme Alpha heading up both his own Black Ridge Pack and the all of the packs in the entire Northern Hemisphere. A fierce protector, his best friends are his brothers who are equally badass, lip-licking fine, and feared.

Prologue
to the Prologue

The blazing fire in the middle of the hut lit the face of the menace looming over the beauty who was shielding the little girl behind her. No words were spoken.  The male simply tilted his head to the side and waited as the female said her goodbyes.  Though a bastard, he could give her that.  The woman gathered the little girl to her and lovingly ran a hand over her chubby cheeks, kissing her before rising.  The little girl’s wide, caramel eyes filled with tears and her hands reached for the woman who approached the menace with a steady gait and her head held high.  She walked as if the male held ambrosia instead of the deadly sword that was too heavy and too big for even most males.

A commotion outside the hut gave both adults pause; however, it was the male who made the first move.  Taking a step forward, he lifted the blade high above his head.  Then with a mighty swipe, he lopped the woman’s head from her neck with only the little girl’s screams testifying to the violence that had just occurred.  They were pitiful things and heartbreaking, yet were swept away as the commotion from outside the hut made its way inside.

The man bearing the sword vanished just in time to avoid the retribution of the man who’d just entered.  Dressed in all black, the force that entered the hut immediately went to the angel who could do nothing but stare at her mother’s head lying at her tiny feet.  The shock of the brutality had taken her voice; so even though her mouth was shaped to form more screams, there was only silence. Instead, her anguish escaped through her tears that ran like waterfalls down her soft cheeks.

Falling to his knees, the man pulled the little girl into his arms.  The toddler’s body shuddered as silent sobs wracked through her small frame.  Putting her arms around his neck, he tucked her face into his shoulder and stood.

Without looking at anything other than the bundle in his arms, he voiced his orders.  “Show no mercy when you kill him,” he decreed as he left the hut.

*«*»*

Three years later

Lord de Vires watched the trio of five-years-old girls play in the spacious backyard of one of the houses he owned.  Standing directly in front of the French doors of the parlour, he easily heard their happy squeals of laughter.  Though he was glad for the sound, their mirth brought bittersweet pain to his heart.  Oh, how he loved that sound.  Yet for all of his power, sharing in their delight was one of the few things he couldn’t have in excess.  If only situations were different; but since they weren’t, he treasured the rare but beautiful giggles that were rationed out like gold from the miserly.  As much as the sight and sounds of their innocent joy hurt him, he could not pull his gaze from the three.  For everything he presided over, for all the riches he possessed, nothing was more important than the safety and happiness of those three angels.  One day, their power would declare them the three most important people in the history of Western Vampire Nation, but he didn’t love them for that. He loved them for them.

“Majesty, we did not expect you today,” the soft voice of the carer he’d entrusted with his three charges sounded from the doorway.

He didn’t turn as he answered.  “I wanted to ensure they were doing well.”

“May I speak freely?” the carer asked.

He nodded.

“They want for nothing, Majesty, except for your presence,” she said as she approached him.  He didn’t have to look at her to recognize the genuine love she held for the three giggling girls who were busy enticing their bodyguards into a game of tag.  “You are their father and they miss you.”

And he missed them.  Oh, how he missed them.  He took his time answering, the chill that suddenly overcame the room the only indication she’d touched a nerve.

“I…am not what they need,” he whispered before changing the subject, letting her know that discussion was over.  “They look well adjusted.  How is their education progressing?”

Though he still hadn’t looked at her and knew she tried to mask it, he felt her disappointment.  Still, being a professional, she didn’t miss a beat as she addressed each of his questions.

“All three of them are exceptional at their studies.  They have devoured everything we’ve given them.  Already they have a vocabulary well ahead of most children their age and have begun picking up other languages.

“Jaylee is a worry sometimes for her anger is overpowering.  She has already challenged the entirety of the guard.”

Lord de Vires had noted the slightly savage look in the petite half-vampire–half-wolf shifter that was always present even when she was at rest.

“Astarla is the negotiator for them all.  Already, she has brokered extra sweets and more playtime, although she hasn’t gotten me to bend on their bedtime.  She seems to find her powers without trying, but she cannot yet control them.  She is greatly affected when either Jaylee or Ajali are punished for misbehaviour.”

Lord de Vires watched Astarla whisper something to her sisters before the trio began to run circles around their powerfully built protectors.  Then, the girls pounced on their backs, demanding piggyback rides.

“What do you mean by punishment?” Lord de Vires asked softly, turning to face the carer.  Though his tone was casual, any answer that didn’t please him would result in unspeakable misfortune.  He knew it; the carer knew it; and all who had the responsibility of his daughters’ care knew it.

“Restriction of playtime and doing chores they dislike is all, Majesty, although I must admit they seem to dislike all chores,” the carer answered.

Though she sounded sincere, he still turned and probed her mind, seeking the truth.  He would take no chances with his daughters even if it meant killing a female—something he’d never done in his long, long life.  Still, if this female had harmed his daughters he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her and every adult in this place for failing to alert him.  Satisfied she hadn’t harmed his daughters, he relaxed, but not too much.

“And what of Ajali?” he asked.

The carer’s smile widened.  “She is the cheekiest of the three and yet we cannot help but coddle her.  It’s her eyes.  When she looks at us with her wide, caramel gaze and pouts, it’s hard to say no to her.  Ajali has the natural talent of healing, but it’s healing unlike any we’ve ever seen.  If there is even a spark of life in something, she can heal it.”

“But?” he asked the carer.

She sighed sadly.  “Her nightmares cause her much discomfort.  She does not sleep as a child should.  Often, she will sit up and simply stare out at the night.  Sometimes she makes up things she needs to do in order to avoid sleep, although she won’t admit to being too scared to do so.”

Lord de Vires hand clenched into a fist as it rested upon the window.

“I will stay this eve for I must solve this for my Ajali.”

“The girls will be so very pleased, Majesty.  Please excuse me whilst I inform the staff.”

The carer was already forgotten by Lord de Vires as he opened the French doors and stepped out into the courtyard.  The guards bowed their head in respect to their leader but Astarla, Jaylee, and Ajali squealed happily at his appearance and ran to him.  Bending down on one knee, he opened his arms to his three baby girls and smiled as they crashed into his arms all at once.  Holding them tightly, he again vowed silently that his daughters would be protected regardless of what anyone in any of the Otherworldly communities thought or desired.  They were his babies and he would kill to keep them safe.  Letting their smiles and laughter seep into his heart, he sent out a warning to all on the premises.

If anything harms them, it dies.

Prologue

Jack Mann could hear something being killed. Though a powerful male, his sensitive wolf ears just weren’t able to take another moment of the excruciating noise coming from the bathroom.  Creeping towards the brouhaha, he approached the door on full alert, unsure what to expect.  Opening the door, he immediately caught sight of the commotion’s cause and his cock went hard.  Though his eyes ate up the curvy, dark-skinned beauty who stood under the four showerheads, the torturous racket from her mouth battered his eardrums.  She wasn’t engaged in a fight to the death.  She was…singing...Something about average girls and videos.  He didn’t know the song, but that didn’t matter.  The only thing his cock registered was all that fineness.  Damn.  Whoever she was, she was the most tempting woman Jack had ever seen.  Perusing exhibits at Guggenheim didn’t come close to competing with the experience of gazing at the temptress in all her natural and glistening beauty, and he thought that even as she damaged his hearing.

Hands down, she was categorically the worst singer he’d ever heard, and then she turned around.  The blood that was filling his eardrums quickly reversed itself and rushed straight to his loins.  Whoever she was, she was like a sledgehammer in his groin region. His incisors and cock lengthened as he glimpsed the dips, curves, valleys, and treasures of her.

Her full breasts tipped with dark-chocolate nipples beckoned him to taste, to nibble.  Slick with soap and the luckiest water known to man, they had the beast in him snarling, demanding to be unleashed.  Those amazing breasts swayed as she did a little jiggle to the music only she heard…hopefully, the tune wasn’t hurting her as bad as it was hurting him.

Blocking out the sound that was worse than nails raking across a chalkboard, he licked his lips.  Swallowing a moan, his eyes travelled down to the hair guarding her secret haven and widened.  His wolf tongue involuntarily came out of his mouth.  Her hair was waxed in the shape of…a lightning bolt.  Damn.  Jack could almost taste the pearl he knew was hidden beneath.

“Having fun there, perv?”

Shaking his head, Jack finally realized that the cacophony had stopped.  He hadn’t noticed because his ears were still ringing through his brain like the brakes of a freight train.  Swallowing, he moved his emerald green gaze up the curvy body that had him sweating and locked on the amused eyes of the body that tempted him like fresh meat on a hunt.  When he didn’t respond straight away, the temptress raised her eyebrows a little more.

“I came to see if you needed help killing that pack of wild animals you were fighting,” Jack finally answered.

Not even bothering to hide her nakedness, the curvy goddess cocked her head to the side and stared at him.  Confusion flittered across her features and her caramel eyes looked thoughtful as she asked.

“What animals?”

“I’m sorry.  I thought a whole bunch of somethings were dying in here.  It was only after I entered that I realized there wasn’t a fight; you were simply attempting to sing,” Jack goaded.

“I like to sing in the shower,” she said, not looking insulted in the least.

Well, maybe she did look insulted, but Jack’s eyes and brain were locked in a battle.  His mind said it was rude for his gaze to leave her face, yet his eyes and cock ganged up against his brain and said fuck that.  This was why his eyes continued to wander down her delicious full-figured body. And also why he was grinding his teeth.

“Can you hear yourself when you do that?” he managed to ask, bringing his eyes back up to her face.

Her eyebrows rose again and a grin spread across her full lips—lips that would look fantastic around his thick cock.  Jack shook his head.

Damn! Get it together, man! his mind chastised.

Yeah, get it together and get her spread out under you! his cock added most unhelpfully.

“Not really; all the water in my ears and what not,” she replied.

Still ogling her, silence fell between them. Being fully dressed in the presence of a naked woman, and already having been caught outright staring, Jack knew the appropriate thing to do was to back out now that he knew there wasn’t an all-out battle taking place in the bathroom.  He also knew it would be best if he left the bathroom without looking down, but his gaze fell to the hair between thick, feminine thighs anyway.

“Don’t you just love it? It’s all about where you smooth the wax on. I was like, ‘Hey, I want something different.’  I mean everyone’s getting a Brazilian, which is fine; but it’s like, seen one, seen them all, ya’ know?”

Jack swallowed—hard.  Without answering, he turned on his heel and walked back into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Leaning against it, he gave his imagination free reign as it immediately sprinted to visions of the craziest, sexiest, curviest, worst-singing woman he’d ever met.  Feeling the wolf trying to claw to the surface, he willed his body to remain in human form as the sexual tension in his body rammed him hard. Why did his best friend have to get married the night of the full moon? And who was the woman sharing his bathroom?  He had more questions than answers, but he knew one thing for sure: it was going to be one helluva weekend. Jack just hoped he survived it.

*«*»*

After the big, beautiful man had departed, Destiny “Dessie” Smith finished her shower with the quickness.  As she walked naked into the bedroom Star had reserved for her, she couldn’t help but wonder just who in the hell that fine, emerald-eyed piece of eye candy was.  Being that he was in the fortress known as the Locke Mansion, he was obviously a friend.  She hadn’t met him before…because if she had, she would’ve already been pregnant with their fifth child.

Crinkling her forehead as she retrieved the hordes of miscellaneous stuff she had stored there, she tried to recall what Star had said about any drop-dead gorgeous men and came up with nothing.  Oh, wait, Star had mentioned something about being in the room next to Lukas’s best friend.  And if Mr. Fine was Lukas’s best friend, that meant he was in the wedding party, which meant she’d get the chance to see his delicious ass in a tux.

Oh, yeah!

Lukas had fine friends.  Unconsciously, Destiny licked her plump lips whilst imagining Mr. Emerald Eyes all mussed up and beneath her as she had her wicked way with that panty-dropping fine body that had been outlined by his stonewashed jeans and T-shirt.  She grinned, picturing him giving her the ride of her long life, and then reality crept in.  A man that fine had to have a woman…or several.

Oh, well, dreams are free, she thought wistfully as she slipped on the black, stretchy shirt and pulled on black jeans that moulded to her body like a second skin.  Studying her reflection, she turned to make sure the jeans did her ass justice.  They did.  Hey, she wasn’t conceited, but she had a great ass and she liked to make sure it was always shown in its best light.  After finger-combing her natural curls, she threw on some gloss and smiled back at her image of a thick, black vamp who was at one with her size.

“Hey, baby,” she said to her reflection.  “Sometimes I wish I was somebody else for a minute so I could see how cool it is to date me.”

Taking one more look at herself, she winked and strutted from the room.

Reaching the foyer of the Locke Mansion, Destiny found it quiet.  The silence meant that no one or thing was trying to infiltrate.  That was good on the one hand because it meant she didn’t have to worry about having to kick something’s ass; but on the other hand, the quiet was simply a challenge for a shit-starter like her.  Smiling, she decided to find some of the Locke Brotherhood to bother.  Being that the Locke Brotherhood was comprised of men, and men were pretty much bottomless stomachs and dicks, she headed towards the kitchen.

Destiny smiled at all that brawn stand at attention when she entered.  This was going to be such fun!

“Ms. Smith,” Craven, the new second-in-command, welcomed her formally before bowing at the waist.

“Craven, how’re you doin’?”  She called him by his first name, just as she did every title-holding Vampire with the exception of Lord de Vires.  But then, there was only one Lord de Vires.  “And please, this goes for all of you, call me Destiny.  Ms. Smith sounds like a schoolteacher who actually wears undergarments and doesn’t do oral.”

A few of the Brotherhood laughed discreetly behind their hands.  Boris, one of the few Locke Brothers who knew her, stepped forward and bowed respectfully before hugging her.

“Hello, Destiny,” he greeted.

Destiny grinned and cuffed him in a broad shoulder. “How’s it hangin’, Boris!?  Or should I simply ask all the fine ladies in the area?”

He smiled and tried not to blush at Destiny’s brashness. “That won’t be necessary, Destiny.  Obviously, you mistake me for the other Locke Brothers; I am the good one.”

She grinned back. “That’s what word on the street is!”

“How can we be of assistance?” he asked her.

“Is Lukas still all up under Star?”  Again several of the Locke Brothers hid their smiles behind their hands as she continued talking.  “Cos’ I was wondering if y’all were going to give him a bachelor’s night out?”

Destiny paused when she noticed the mass look of confusion.

“I know you guys are cut off from the rest of the world, but come on! You’ve at least gotta get Lukas fucked up on his last night of freedom!”

“You want us to hurt Commander Montague?” Craven asked.

Noticing his baffled expression, she laughed so hard that she had to lean on Boris for support.

“Dude, you guys really need to hang out with some humans!” she said after a much-needed deep breath.

“They are our source of nourishment—” Boris began.

Destiny shook her head and smiled widely.  “No, you crazy guy! I mean actually befriend some humans.  They’re quite fun once you get to know them.”

“We’ll take your word for that, Healer,” one of the newer Brothers said.

Her eyes flashed a warning at the vampire.  “Do not call me that,” she snapped, anger replacing her good humour.  She was about to get all up in the Brother’s face when Boris distracted her.

“So, what do we do on this bachelor’s night out?”

Destiny grinned, her ill humour forgotten as trouble brewed in her caramel-coloured eyes.

“Oh, don’t you worry guys.  Aunty Destiny is here to help.”

*«*»*

The next morning, the local jail

“Let’s go, woman.”

Destiny opened one eye and immediately felt the need to shut it when the florescent lighting hit her full force.  She didn’t know who’d spoken but she really wasn’t in the mood for chitty-chat.

“Hey!” the voice hissed at her when the speaker realized she was ignoring him.

“Fuck off,” Destiny mumbled, closing her eyes and laying her head back down on the lumpy plastic-covered mattress. Large, rough hands wrapped around her upper arms and hauled her upright.  Destiny woke up fast then! Instinctively, she swung wildly at the owner of the hands; and though she never actually connected, she made a good show of it.  Too late she realized that she hadn’t recovered from her night out with the Locke Brothers. Before she could stop herself, she vomited all over the front of the person holding her in mid air.  She was about to tell her captor to put her down when she opened her eyes and found herself staring into emerald green ones. She knew those eyes...from where?

Oh, yeah...

They belonged to her shower companion—Mr. Fine Emerald Eyes! And he didn’t look happy.

Uh oh.

“Thanks for that,” Jack Mann muttered.

“Hey, what’s up, dude?” Destiny asked, as if being held off of the ground by one of the biggest beings she’d ever met wasn’t out of the ordinary.  Stifling a groan, she eyeballed the man she’d had a series of short fantasies about since seeing him in the bathroom.  Dessie couldn’t help but check him out—he was fine even at the crack of noon.  His long black hair was in a loose braid down his back; his copper skin glowed with health; and his face was all planes and angles.  After ogling him for a few more seconds, she had to admit Jack Mann was still the best-looking motherfucker she had ever met.  And he was BIG! At 5’6 ½” and 165 pounds she was a good-sized woman; but Jackass, as she’d mentally christened him, topped her by over a foot and probably outweighed her by a solid hundred pounds.  His wide shoulders, massive chest and powerful arms made her hot all over.  And though he was big, it was the strength she felt in him that spoke to the woman buried beneath the crazy-wild in her.

Daaaaammmmmnnnn! her pussy and head said in blissful agreement.

“I’d say everything you ate in the past twenty-four hours,” Jack said without smiling.

Destiny grinned upon hearing his answer.  She’d almost forgotten that she’d asked a question. Mister Fine Emerald Eyes looked unsure if he should shake her silly or put her down, but thankfully he did the latter.

“Excuse me whilst I clean up,” he said politely and exited the cell without looking back.

Did that fine motherfucker just wake me up and ignore me? she asked herself as she raked her wild curls back off of her forehead.

Yes, he did, her mind replied.

Tossing out a few “fuck thats!” and then a few “oh, yeahs!” as she watched that delicious-looking ass of his go down the hall, she followed him.  He walked into the men’s room and without thinking, Destiny entered also. In all fairness, she would’ve gone in even if she had been thinking.

They stood side-by-side at the sinks.  Jack didn’t even look remotely surprised to see her next to him.  He simply shook his head and grabbed several paper towels, cleaning up.

“Did you draw the short straw?” Destiny asked before filling her mouth with water and rinsing.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, you got suckered into coming to get me from the Big House?” Destiny clarified as she splashed cold water on her face and then ran her wet fingers through her curls.  She cursed up a blue streak as she worked her way through several tangles.  This was why she preferred short hair; not because she went to jail...as much anymore…but because short hair was so much easier to maintain.  It simply required a few seconds of attention and it looked like she’d made an effort.

“This is a favour to my best friend—your sister’s husband-to-be,” Jack answered quietly.

“Oh, yeah, of course.  So, where’s Star? Usually, she picks me up from these things whenever I’m in town.”

Mr. Fine Emerald Eyes shook his head again.  “Star would be waiting for her maid of honour to arrive so she can get to the church for her wedding, which is scheduled to begin in forty minutes,” Jack said pointedly.

Gripping the sides of her head, Destiny frowned at him before his words finally kicked in.

“Oh, fuck the wedding! Well, hurry it up, dude.  We don’t have all day!”

One

Jack silently counted backwards from one thousand in Cherokee, even though he was Cheyenne. He was waiting for Destiny Smith to hurry her voluptuous behind the hell up. Of course, she talked the whole damned time. Star had left a note letting Destiny know where her dress and the church were.  Because she was such a first-class lady, Star had even left him a note thanking him for being so patient with her best friend.  He didn’t know if her note was simply wishful thinking or a way to guilt him out of wringing Destiny’s neck.

Meanwhile, he had showered, un-braided his hair, and dressed. Yet, he’d still been waiting fifteen minutes for Destiny Smith. They had exactly nine point twelve minutes to get themselves to a church that was a good thirty minutes away. They were late…very, very late. And it was all Destiny Smith’s fault.

“Hee Ma’heo’o!” Jack muttered in Cheyenne as his number-one problem walked out of the bathroom.  Though she wore a simple dress, it moulded to her mouth-watering curves and accentuated her full, heavy breasts.  The blood-red colour brought out the rich tones of her skin.  Jack tried his damnedest to remember what year it was to take his mind off of the stacked hottie walking his way, but it didn’t work.

“Hey, dude, what the fuck is your name? And can you help me with this?”

Though phrased as a question, it was an undisguised order.  Destiny walked up to Jack and turned, giving him a delightful view of her plump behind.  Jack closed his eyes and tried to keep the wolf back. Feeling his incisors lengthen, he bit into the inside of his bottom lip, drawing blood.  The metallic taste, however, didn’t stand a chance in hell against distracting him from the beauty of Destiny Smith.

Breathing in a deep breath and slowly exhaling, he recalled her question.  “Jack Mann, and a please would be nice,” he said, grinding his teeth as he reached for the zipper. Destiny didn’t bother answering.  She merely tilted her head to the side and waited patiently for him to finish…or begin…whatever.

“Is that your real name?” Destiny asked, completely ignoring his subtle reprimand about using manners.  After a moment, she noticed there was no movement behind her.  Turning to see what his problem was, she realised her shoulder reached Jack’s abdomen.  Damn, he is big and hard, Destiny thought as she once again brushed against the hot concrete that was his body.  When she’d inadvertently poked him, there had been absolutely no give in him at all.

Destiny scowled as she heard a low growl...

Growl?! What the fuck?!

Her eyes flew up to look at Jack, who still hadn’t moved, and she angled her head to one side. With the sun at his back, his body was outlined and shadows were thrown across his features.  Even with his face obscured, Destiny could see his eyes glowing!  They were bright green, like sparkling emeralds in a spring-water brook.  Destiny grinned to herself; she was getting poetic in her old age! Though she clicked her fingers in Jack’s face, he didn’t blink. She kept clicking but still got no reaction.  Finally, she used both hands to clap in Jack’s face.

Nothing.

As a last resort, Destiny kicked him in the shin.

“What the hell?!” he roared suddenly.

Destiny grinned. “Jackass, you zoned out on me.  I need you to zip me up.  We’re already late as hell,” Destiny said impatiently.

Jack reached out to grab the zipper but missed.  He was unable to stop his fingers from touching Destiny’s silky, chocolate skin.  Her tempting flesh was hot to his touch.  He was trying so damn hard not to hump the woman’s leg.  Hell, who was he kidding? He wanted to hump, fuck, and crush Destiny Smith beneath him as she screamed constantly through the orgasms with which he wanted to flood her body.

“Dest–”.

“Can you see my underwear through this? I hope not.  The last thing I want to be captured for eternity is my fuckin’ panty line.  Don’t you hate that? Oh, no, you guys don’t have to worry about that. Lucky bastards,” Destiny sighed as she waited for him to zip her.

His hands were gripping her shoulders, but he kept them still so he wouldn’t do something stupid.  It wasn’t until she turned her head and threatened him that he moved them.

“Do you need me to kick you in the nuts? I mean, I know you’re probably not used to women with curves.  I bet you date those stick-thin types.  Nothing wrong with that; but c’mon, don’t you wanna sink into a woman rather than rut against bones?  Is it so hard to zip me up?”

Jack snapped out of his reverie at the mention of his nuts and quickly zipped up the dress.  He smothered a groan as Destiny smoothed the garment over her ample hips, his eyes longingly following the movement of her hands. When she walked to the full-length mirror in the corner of his room and turned to get a look at herself, Jack’s hands clenched into fists as he felt the change coming.

“Yo! Jackass, you wanna stop fantasizing about my fine ass and hurry the fuck up?” Destiny asked as she grabbed a black denim jacket and slung it on over the top half of the dress that framed her luscious breasts. Although the jacket helped keep him focused, he was disappointed.  He consoled himself with the fact the jacket didn’t cover up Destiny’s tempting rump.

Damn Lukas for getting married the night of the full moon!

“We’re late. There is no way that we can get there on time,” Jack said huskily.  The crazy woman kept getting closer, which wasn’t a good idea considering his present state.  Right now he could barely control the wolf and it looked like she might do something dangerous like rub those delicious curves against him.

Destiny noted that the glow in his eyes had lessened but his impressive erection hadn’t. He-llo! If she had time, she’d introduce herself properly, but they didn’t.  Dammit.  Instead of jumping on what she was certain would be her favourite new ride, Destiny simply winked at him as she approached, pressing her curvy body against his and smiling at his reaction.

“We’re not late at all, Jackie.  How about you give me a kiss?”

He stared at her like she’d totally lost what was left of her mind.  “Don’t you think—?”

“That’s it.  Contrary to popular belief, yes I do think; and what I’m thinking now is that you should stop thinking so much and kiss me, bad boy,” Destiny ordered the big hunk of man as she reached up and got hold of him.  Sinking her hands in his luxurious hair, she pulled, hard. He grimaced but allowed her to bring his head down.  With one more quick grin at him, she slammed his mouth down hard on hers.

Jack closed his eyes. He felt the earth shift. He felt the wind rush. He felt Destiny in his arms.  He heard their wildly beating hearts intermingle with her soft moans and the growls torn from his soul.

He also heard the soulful sounds of an organ playing.

Opening his eyes, he found himself standing beside Lukas and watching Star walk up the aisle on the arm of her father, Lord de Vires.  Jack looked over at Destiny, who was watching him with her ever-present grin before turning her attention on her best friend.  She had flashed them directly into the church just as The Wedding March had begun.

“Isn’t she the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life?” Lukas rasped over his shoulder, his eyes never leaving his wife-to-be.

“She’s definitely something else,” Jack answered, his gaze fixed on Destiny Smith.

Destiny glanced up as if she’d heard his declaration, then she did something that made Jack mash his lips together.  She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.  The sight of her tongue undid him; and before he could stop himself, he released a low growl that echoed through the church.  All eyes turned to him.  Star merely shook her head and smiled even wider at her sister’s antics as she continued her trip up to the altar and her husband-to-be.

*«*»*

Destiny once again declined the champagne that flowed like water.  Trust Star to serve the drink that Destiny hated above all others at her reception.  Her sister had set her up good; then again, she’d also forgiven her for almost being late to her wedding.

Destiny looked around the banquet hall. She remembered visiting with Star when they’d been teenagers and they’d somehow gotten themselves locked in one of the towers. Okay, truthfully Destiny had seen a door and thought: What the hell?

Snapping herself out of her memories, she watched the happy couple feel each other up. She raised her flute of Coke with crushed ice to her sister in a silent toast and smiled when Star returned the gesture.

Thank you, Dessie.  You are free to go whenever you want. I got you into a dress.  To top it off, you were only barely late and you mostly behaved yourself all day! I owe you big time, Star said telepathically.

Destiny grinned over the rim of her glass at Star.  Hell, freakin’ yeah, you owe me!  I can’t believe you set me up with Mr.-My-Shorts-Are-So-Tight-They’re-Squeezing-My-Brain!  Her eyes swept over the banquet hall until they found Jack Mann.

What kind of fucked-up name is that? she thought to herself.

Star chuckled in Destiny’s head. If he’s so uptight, why do you keep checking him out?

Destiny rolled her eyes.  Because he’s uptight, not dead, and I’m crazy and horny and definitely not blind!  Fuck, have you seen that man?! My god, woman, he’s built like a fucking brick shithouse complete with shower unit! Hmm, hmm! Destiny smacked her lips together as if she could taste Mr. Jack Mann.

Jack isn’t like us... Star began.

Of course he’s not!  He’s got a dick, Star.  Don’t you remember Ms. Warner teaching us about the male genitalia? Does Lukas know you don’t know the difference between boys and girls?

Bitch, Star replied telepathically whilst laughing out loud.

Shhhhhh, I don’t think Mr. Hot Pants Mann knows that yet! I might still have a chance, Destiny said with a grin as Jack raised his head and caught her looking at him.  Going full out, she wrapped her lips around the straw and began moving it in and out of her mouth.  She was fellating the straw…very well judging by his reaction.  Jack choked on his drink and ended up having to remove his tux jacket to shake most of his drink off of it.

Destiny just about fainted at the sight of that huge torso covered in a crisp white tux shirt.  His tie was still immaculate in its knot, his hair was loose around his body, and Destiny bit her lip to stop herself from salivating over his hotness.

Destiny closed her eyes for a second and imagined Jack hovering above her.  In her vision, he was using those massive tree-trunk arms to lower and raise his body on top of hers. He was slow, almost methodical, and yet his eyes were glowing at her like they’d been earlier in his bedroom. Destiny sighed and opened her eyes to see those glowing emeralds staring down at her.  Wow, wishes did come true at weddings! Oh, hold on...she wasn’t naked and neither was he.

Dammit!

“What are you doing?” he hissed at her.

Destiny gave him her most innocent look.  When his expression didn’t change, she knew he didn’t believe her for one second.

Shit!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Destiny said in her most haughty tone.  She gave a dramatic sniff and turned to walk away, but a big, hot hand gripped her elbow, preventing her from moving.  Before she could form a response, she felt his erection grind into her.  Obviously, she wasn’t going anywhere…yet.

Jack stepped in close and pulled the tempting woman to him.  Settling her against his chest, he knelt down and inhaled her intoxicating fragrance.  He made sure to fit her close so she could feel the erection that was threatening to break free from the tux pants and find its way into her by any means possible.  Damn, her ass felt good.  All of her felt good, he thought as he settled his big hands on her bountiful hips and ground against her ass.  He was about to snap something at her along the lines of “bend over so that I can shove this big, hard cock into your voluptuous body” when he heard her moan.

“Oh, yeah,” she sighed.

That moan pushed the wolf closer.  Turning her in his arms, he closed his eyes at the feel of her breasts crushed against him.  He was about to lift her in his arms when she suddenly grabbed his left hand.  She flipped it over again and again before finally looking at him.  Though she gazed directly in his eye, she didn’t say anything.

“What?” Jack growled at her.

“Are you married? Did you take the ring off when you came for the wedding? Maybe you’re in a long-term relationship. I can understand that a wedding might get you horny and all, but I ain’t even going to mess with another woman’s stuff.”

Jack scowled down at Destiny. “What the hell are you talking about now, woman?”

Destiny grinned at his confusion. “Don’t you know when a woman wants your bits?” she asked.

Jack scowled more. “Women always want my bits, but you’re unlike any woman I’ve ever encountered.  On top of that, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

“It’s because I’m so me and you can’t handle it,” she tossed out.  Jack snorted in disbelief. “You’re the type of man who’s used to being in charge and you know I’m not the type of woman to give up power.”

“There’s always a first time, Ms. Smith,” he drawled.

“There is, but don’t worry; if I decide to have my wicked way with you, I promise not to tell anyone I’ve made you my bitch.”

Did this woman just imply she’d turn me—the Supreme Alpha of the entire Northern Hemisphere—into her bitch?

Yes, she did Alpha, his wolf answered.  Fuck her and prove her wrong.

“You’re not even my type,” he answered automatically whilst looking around for a place to have her.

Obviously, she had a little more crazy than he’d initially credited her with, because she burst into the loudest laughter he’d ever heard.  His wolf ears protested, but his body howled in pleasure when she rested her hand against his chest.  Even though she was still chuckling about whatever it was she found hilarious, his body responded to the woman.

“I’m your type, honey, and you denying that fact ain’t gonna change it.  Come to think of it, that anaconda in your pants would tell anybody you know it too,” Destiny said with a shake of her head before pulling away from him.

“You’re delusional...” Jack muttered and she took a few more steps before throwing him a grin over her shoulder.

“It’s a wedding, Jackass; and since I’m not your type and all, I’m going to see if I can score a man who does consider me his type.”  With a click of her tongue, she looked him up and down.  Jack felt like he should cover his nipples as she did that thing with her tongue.

“Shame, I was more than willing to fuck you so good you’d forget your own name, Big Boy,” she said before leaving him with his mouth hanging open.

*«*»*

Destiny grinned to herself as Jack tried to disengage himself from yet another human female. She’d watched him stave off a few determined women who’d spotted him and proceeded to make him more than a little annoyed. Downing the last of her Coke, she informed her sister where she was going.

Star, I need to feed.  Wow, that rhymes!  Who knew?  So, I’ll see you guys when you get back from your honeymoon?

Alrighty then, Dessie.  Thank you for being here with me. I couldn’t have done it without you.

Destiny chuckled, walking to the nearest exit.  You could have, honey, but I would’ve had to insist on bringing it up every five minutes until the end of time.

Star’s laughter filled Destiny’s head. But of course!

Destiny couldn’t help but smile back. “Lukas is a lucky man, Superstar.  Congratulations,” she said as she clasped her hands together and bowed.

Star grinned and lifted her flute of champagne to her.

Thanks, Ajali.  Make sure to feed nicely tonight.

Stunned that Star had used her actual name, which was Swahili for both “destiny” and “accident”, Destiny laughed out loud.  It had been a long time since she’d heard it spoken by anyone other than Lord de Vires, and then it was usually followed by a decree or reprimand.  When Star said it, it meant everything from “I love you” to “don’t accidentally kill off an entire species.”

Still laughing, Destiny exited quickly.

“Where is she going?” Jack asked.  Star turned to look at her husband’s best friend.  Whoa! Her husband! Wow! She grinned whilst regarding Jack.  Though his face was neutral, she felt the frustration coming off the shifter in waves. Destiny strikes again, Star thought with a small shake of her head.

She watched Jack’s face as she answered.  “To feed.”

When Jack continued to stare at the exit, Star just couldn’t resist a little bit of matchmaking.  Oh, damn, she hadn’t even been married for two hours and here she was trying to set Destiny up.  There were all kinds of reasons why this was crazy; but then crazy was what Dessie did best, and Star had a feeling Jack Mann was the kind of man who could almost keep up with her sister.

“Jack, I know it’s a lot to ask, but could you look out for Dessie? I know she’s crazy and you’re not sure whether to shake her or laugh along with her, but she’s special to me,” Star said as she inserted every bit of sweetness she could muster into her voice.

“How can I say no to Lukas’s bride?”

“Thank you, Jack! And, oh, yeah, you may want to keep her away from chocolate.”

Jack looked away from the exit long enough to give her his undivided attention.

“Chocolate?”

“Dessie has what one would term an...adverse reaction to chocolate,” Star said with small smile. “I would be so grateful if you could, you know look out for her and kind of keep her the heck outta shit and ensure she gets home safely.”

“It would be an honour, Empress,” Jack said formally.

Star grinned and took his hand in hers. “Jack, you are family; and if you call me Empress again, I will smack you around.  Got it?”

Jack’s face relaxed and Star saw what Destiny saw—an amazing looking big, big, big man.

I know you are not flirting with my best friend, Lukas’s voice caressed her.  Star flicked her eyes to the right and found her husband pretending to listen to some humans whilst he watched her and Jack talking. Lukas’s ice-blue eyes were bright with something she couldn’t name.

Of course not.  I’m trying to set him up with Dessie, Star answered with raised eyebrows at her husband.  Oh, yeah, there it was again! She heard him chuckle inside of her head before she felt the usual caress of his finger upon her cheek.  Biting her lips, she had to do a visual to confirm he was still across the banquet hall from her.

Ensure my best friend has a full warning.  If he fucks with Destiny, I will severely hurt him, Lukas said gently.

Star threw her head back and laughed aloud. And here I was thinking you didn’t care, Lukas.

One moment Lukas was across the banquet hall, the next he was curving his body around hers from behind.  Though he was doing a commendable job working her up, he managed to sound calm and collected as he addressed his best friend.

“Jack, thank you for everything today.  Before you go to hunt, please know that if you hurt Destiny, I will have to hurt you, regardless of our friendship, as she’s a part of my wife’s heart.  Nothing will hurt my wife with impunity…even you, and even if it’s done inadvertently.”

Jack frowned at Lukas. “I wouldn’t—”

“I know.  I just have to say it…just in case,” Lukas insisted with a smile at his poor friend who had no idea what was planned for him.

“I’ve been duly warned.  Enjoy your evening,” Jack said before taking his leave.  A small smile replaced the frown that had settled over Jack’s visage.

“He has no idea what the hell I was talking about, did he, Little Star?” Lukas asked his wife as he wrapped one of his thickly muscled arms around her middle and pulled her tighter against him.

Star laughed throatily.  “None at all!” Her laughter turned into a moan as Lukas bent his head and nipped at her collarbone.

“You are so bad.  When I get you alone I’m going to spank that ass of yours,” Lukas whispered into his wife’s ear.

He smiled when she shuddered and pretended to be afraid.

“Oh, no!  Please don’t, Lukas,” she purred.

Lukas shook his head and rubbed himself against his Star’s satin-covered behind.

“Behave yourself, Empress, and I will decide whether it will be a hundred lashes of my hand…or my tongue,” Lukas said menacingly.

Star threw him a heavy-lidded look over her shoulder.  “Promises, promises—”

Lukas had flashed them out of the banquet hall and into their bedroom at the Locke Brotherhood Mansion.

“You do realise Mama and Lord de Vires are going to know where we’ve gone,” Star said.

Ripping his clothes off, strode towards his wife in all his glory.

“I don’t really care, my little Star.  Now, take it off,” Lukas said as he sat on the edge of the huge, four-poster bed that was one of many gifts from Star’s parents.

Though Lukas wanted his wife fiercely, he paused a moment and perused her as she stood in the middle of their bedroom dressed in all her wedding finery. The satin dress lent a glow to Star’s skin that had nothing to do with cosmetics and everything to do with her happiness.  Slowly approaching her, he kissed the side of her neck before unzipping her dress.  Stepping back, he stroked himself as his wife slowly shimmied out of the sheath of satin, leaving her in just the barest of panties and a bra.

Appreciating the view, Lukas licked his lips and groaned.

Star had never felt more powerful watching Lukas watch her.  Knowing he was caught up in her curves, she flashed to him and had her husband on his back before he could do more than gasp.  Moaning, she rubbed herself against his cock, certain he felt the heat between her legs.  Lukas somehow managed to get her bra off intact, but her panties didn’t fare well.  He ripped them from her body and held her hips still as Star sank down on his erection, taking him deep inside of her.  The pair moaned loudly. Feeling pure pleasure, Star opened her eyes to look at her husband. He was already gazing at her, his blue eyes electric.

I love you, Lukas, Star whispered inside his head.

Lukas kissed her gently. I love you, too, little Star.

They lost themselves in the overwhelming ecstasy that only they could handle from each other.

*«*»*

In the banquet hall, the wedding guests partied with abandon.  Outside, the full moon illuminated the night.  Somewhere in the dark, a lone wolf howled.

Two

Destiny swayed in time to the old-school R&B song playing in the smoky, dimly lit club.  It was packed wall-to-wall with potential donors as Destiny preferred to call them.  She’d never turned or killed any human.  After all, to kill off your food source was just plain stupid, and Destiny Smith definitely wasn’t.

Well, maybe a little more touched in the head, she thought whilst eyeing the occupants of the club.  Spotting a big man with long hair on the other side of the club, she immediately thought of Lukas’s best friend.  Sighing, she had the feeling that whenever she saw a big man from here on out, she’d think of Jack Mann.  Jack was fine, but she had issues with his name.  But hey, who was she to judge?  After her numerous name changes over the centuries, she could barely remember the name she’d been given at birth.

What had started as a game she and Star had made up had slowly but surely turned into survival. Now Destiny used different variations of her name every mid-century to leave as small a paper trail as possible. Now if she could just stay out of jail, that paper trail would be even smaller and she could stop paying off hackers to delete her from the system.  It was a good thing she had friends in high places.  Of course, she also had enemies in high places who liked to cause trouble for her.

Such were the downsides to being a live-forever kind of girl. She was so lost in her silent musings that her senses didn’t alert her to the man approaching her.  She didn’t know he was there until he was almost on top of her.  When he wrapped an arm around her waist and rubbed up against her back, Destiny turned her head.  Though she smiled inwardly, her pussy was angry the man who’d dared touch her wasn’t big, big, big Jack Mann.  Instead, it was some wannabe who smelt like metrosexual.

Metrosexual men might be the current trend, but they always left her wanting.  If she were honest with herself, she’d admit most men did.  There were your average pricks who just wanted to pound anything with a pussy.  Then there were those who felt they were doing a civic duty by stepping “outside of the box” and gracing women who weren’t supermodels with their attentions.  As if this made them less shallow.  Sometimes Destiny wanted to forget her promise not to kill her donors, but there was always the exception to the rule, right? No. Not for Destiny.  She had to repeat that mantra in her head lest she kill the metro, wannabe alpha who was busy sniffing her like a frikkin’ truffle-finding pig.

Yep, Destiny thought to herself, it was gonna be one of those nights.

Dammit, Jack!

“How ‘bout we get out of here, honey?” the boy suggested as he rubbed his dick against her ass.

Hearing his idea of a come-on, Destiny briefly wondered if he’d go away if she slammed her head into the wall.  Probably not.  He’d probably keep talking and then all she’d have for her trouble was an aching head. She was barely able to restrain the eye roll she wanted to do and the right cross she wanted to give him. Withholding her urge to commit grievous bodily harm, she looked up at him coyly and nodded.

Jack stiffened as he watched Destiny take the hand of the frat boy—whose friends were watching and cheering him on—and walk out of the club. Jack ground his teeth and stifled a growl.  Watching the frat boy’s friends leave a few moments after Destiny and the limpdick posing as a man awoke his wolf.  He knew that his eyes were glowing when a few of the men in front of him stepped away.  He also knew his fangs had started to descend when he smelled their fear.  Good, he wanted them to fear him.  Maybe that way, they’d stay inside.  Flashing his deadly grin, he walked by the crowded dance floor and took the same path Destiny had when she’d disappeared with the punk-ass boy.

Something was off about this kid, Destiny thought as the little motherfucker tried to push her face first into the exterior wall of the club they’d vacated.  He also kept trying to pull her dress up over her hips whilst boring his dick into her back.  Destiny let it go on for a little bit; but when she felt him grip the edge of her panties and rip them along with the back of her dress, she gave up being nice. She turned so her back was flat against the wall.

“Dude, really, a little finesse would be good right about now,” Destiny advised.

The kid didn’t answer her.  Instead, he brought his hand up and caressed her ear with a finger before grabbing hold of the hair at the back of her head and pulling so hard that the bones in her neck almost cracked. Destiny frowned up into the kid’s eyes.  She was about to act when she heard a group of boys approaching.

“We’re over here!” the kid announced.

Destiny’s eyes widened with annoyance.  When five more motherfuckers who looked like him reached them and smirked at her, her eyes narrowed with danger. Oh, no, this motherfucker didn’t! He’d set her up!

Destiny was a fairly liberal person when it came to her politics and her sexual desires.  She didn’t mind a good, thorough fucking between consenting adults.  She didn’t even mind having more than one man at a time.  But what she did mind was rape, and she knew without a doubt that was what these preppy little fuckers had in mind.

Using her power to conceal both herself and the little shithead that she’d allowed to bring her outside, she let the vampire come to the surface.  Sinking her fangs into the little shit, she fed until she was full. Licking her lips after the gratifying meal, she kicked her donor in the nuts so hard that for a second she worried that the tip of her black, red-soled, crepe-satin Christian Louboutin would fly out of his mouth.  Though she wasn’t hurting for money, after dropping thirteen hundred dollars for these “hear-me-roar” kicks, she’d have to seriously reconsider her no-killing-the-donors rule.

Smiling when she heard the satisfying sound of her donor’s grunt, she let the pain work its way through his body before delivering a body-rocking shot to the ribs.  Following that up with a move that shattered his elbow, he dropped to his knees.  Watching his shock and agony battle for supremacy on his visage caused her to smile.  Though it was a good show, she wanted pain to win, so she kneed him under the chin to accelerate the process.  Oh, yeah.  Homie was going to have a headache tomorrow.

Actually, he was going to have a whole body ache, she thought as she delivered a punch that sent him to sleep. Normally, she thralled her donors into sleep; but being he was a would-be rapist, he didn’t get that luxury.

With that done, she unveiled herself and faced his friends.  “Hi, boys, how’s it going?”

When the four men saw their friend lying at her feet and decorating the dirty concrete with his blood, they didn’t ask questions.  They simply rushed her as a group.  Destiny welcomed the challenge.  Though they looked young and harmless, she remembered they’d planned to end their night by raping her.  Seeing the looks in their eyes, she surmised they wanted to beat her within an inch of her life to prove a point.  But they weren’t the only ones who had a point to prove, and she planned to show them the error of their ways.

“What did you do to him?” the biggest frat boy asked as he readied himself to attack her.

Destiny grinned inwardly at the way they stopped to look down at their friend before focusing on her.  Noting the cocky grins they gave each other, it was all that she could do to hold back the tirade that was behind her lips. Out of all of the women in the club, these stellar examples of humanity had picked her because they thought she was the easiest mark even despite seeing their friend unmoving on the ground.

Silly, silly boys.

Well, if that’s what they thought, who was she to tell them otherwise.  Giving them a wide-eyed look of innocence, she answered their question.

“He fell and he couldn’t get up?” she replied with a wide-eyed innocent expression.

Destiny could tell none of them bought her answer.  Still, in spite of their friend’s state of being totally fucked up, they didn’t back off.  She could practically see the wheels in their heads spinning.  There were four of them; that seemed like good odds.  After all, what could one woman do?

Ah, but they were about to find out.

Destiny held her hands in a prayer position against her chest. Closing her eyes, she listened to their adrenaline-laced heartbeats and smiled.  The heart of the motherfucker on the ground, however, beat at a much more sedate pace.  Unconsciousness was good for that.  Then she heard a sixth heartbeat.  It was neither fast nor slow, but rather steady and calm, reminding her of the sound a train made going over tracks. For a moment, she got lost in that heartbeat before she realized that human hearts didn’t beat that way. The mystery guest wasn’t a someone but a something. Destiny opened her eyes when she heard a guttural snarl.

“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed as she took in the huge black wolf that had appeared from out of nowhere. The canine had to be close to three hundred pounds. She knew if it stood on its hind legs, it would be a good foot taller than she.  The only four-legged beast she’d seen bigger was a fuckin’ Siberian tiger that time she’d been exiled to southeast Russia.  And as cocksure of herself as she was, she hadn’t wanted to fuck with that tiger then, just as she didn’t want to fuck with this wolf in the here and now.

The wolf stood directly behind the group of young men and let out a savage snarl.  Just like in horror flicks, they turned to look behind them.  Dumbasses.  The wolf seemed to smile. Watching that wolf smile was like watching Jaws smile.  It seemed they had the same number of teeth.  The only difference was Jaws had never looked so pissed, nor did he have bright emerald, intelligent eyes.  The intelligence was what tuned her in.  This wasn’t some stray wolf.  This was a wolf shifter.  She knew a little something about wolf shifters considering her sister was an alpha female wolf shifter.  Jaylee was crazy as hell…on a good day…so no doubt this wolf shifter was no different.

“Fuck!” the idiot young men scattered and ran. Destiny watched the wolf lazily pursue the two-legged meals.  Though they deserved all kinds of ass-whippings, she wasn’t sure they deserved to die.  Dammit, that thing called a conscience reared its head.  She had to warn the idiots so she could kick their asses and make the whole of their lives a living hell.

“Don’t run!” Most of the idiots stopped stock still, but of course there had to be one who didn’t listen.  She tried to use her thrall, but the idiot was too panicked and kept jittering around.  He was literally running amok.  If the situation had been different, she would’ve stopped to laugh her ass off at the picture he made.  Later, she promised her bad girl-side, she would laugh…as she pounded that frat boy’s face into the ground.

Right now, she had to concentrate on the wolf shifter.  The wolf barely made any effort as it stalked its prey.  It leaped onto the idiot boy and planted his front paws on the boy’s chest, then ripped out a chunk of the boy’s throat.

“Oh, man! That was just gross, dude!” Destiny complained with a shudder.

Apparently, the wolf took issue with her criticism and turned its bright emerald eyes towards her.  Though she didn’t speak crazy wolf, she spoke crazy and the wolf’s look clearly said: “you dare question me?”  Waggling her fingers at the massive canine, she tried to make nice.

“What I meant to say was ‘good doggie!’” Destiny said with a tentative smile.

During her one-sided conversation with the wolf, one of the idiots had decided that instead of running for his life, that he should engage the wolf in battle.  Damn, crazy-ass frat boys.  Finding a large plank of wood from who knows where, he smashed it over the wolf’s head.

Everything went still. The wolf looked at her for another moment before turning its head to the side and…yawning.  Oh, man.  Destiny wasn’t a fortune teller, but she knew this would not end well.

Seeing the wolf attacked had given the proverbial green light for the others.  Sure as fuck, they grabbed shit and tried again and again to hit the wolf. The wolf easily side-stepped their blows, their makeshift weaponry striking only air. The dumbasses didn’t realize the wolf was allowing them to wear themselves out.  Soon, they’d come down off their adrenaline high and then they’d be fucked.

Now that the wolf wasn’t tearing chunks out of peeps, Destiny was actually beginning to enjoy herself.  Go wolfie! Go wolfie! she chanted in her head and swung her hips in time to the beat.  All was well until one of the frat boys had a light-bulb moment and realized the wolf kept itself between them and her.

Destiny avoided the first idiot who tried to grab her, but ended up walking right into the second kid, who wrapped surprisingly strong but skinny arm around her neck. Destiny was about to fight him, but the wolf gave a warning growl that reminded her of Clint Eastwood playing Dirty Harry.  Though he wasn’t at a hole-in-the-wall diner or wearing a cheap sports jacket, the wolf practically begged them to make his day, his eyes clearly saying, “Don’t even think about it.”

“Call the fucking thing off!” the boy swore at her as he dragged her back, causing her to stumble.

Her dress ripped, her Christian Louboutins sorely abused, Destiny was ready to do battle; but the wolf had other ideas.  It moved menacingly towards the idiot who held her, never taking its emerald eyes from him.  The kid might be stupid but he made sure to keep her body in front of his so the wolf couldn’t see him as well.

Destiny was officially in a bit of a situation.  Though not an unusual occurrence, she wasn’t in the mood to die…hadn’t typed it into her PDA.  But if she had to die, at least her corpse would be rocking some kickass footwear.

“I mean it, bitch! Call the fucking rabid dog off!” The kid behind her jerked her neck and she felt it click. It was also the moment she moved her head to the side and gave the wolf a clear shot. It launched at the boy, causing him to fall to the ground, and ripped his throat out.  Still holding on to a piece of his throat, the wolf whipped its head to the side and ran after the two remaining kids, quickly and easily disposing of them.

His hard work done, the wolf took a moment to stretch mightily and crack its back.  Taking its time, the wolf turned to her and licked its lips.

“Dude, I can assure you I will not taste good to you at all!”

Either the wolf didn’t hear her or it didn’t give a shit about what she said because it began stalking towards her.

Oh, shit!

“C’mon, Puppy.  You like fresh meat and I’m at least four hundred years old.  You don’t wanna take a bite outta my hide.  Honestly, I would be as tough as old boots...”

Okay, the wolf was so not listening, so Destiny stopped talking.  Frowning, she pursed her full lips as she contemplated her situation.  The wolf was getting real close now.

Destiny swallowed. She could handle herself pretty good when it came to humans. Wolf shifters were a totally different ball game…especially this one. It looked like it was an alpha; otherwise, why would it be out on a hunt alone unless it had Lone Wolf status?  None of the Lone Wolves she’d met during her extensive lifetime had ever been this badass, this threatening, this fucking big.  Destiny snapped herself out of her thoughts and saw the wolf was much closer and watching her.

“If I could find a rolled up newspaper, I’d smack you,” Destiny muttered, looking around the dirty back lot of the building that held the club and some other unsavoury establishments.

The wolf didn’t move.

“You could at least change to let me thank the man inside of the wolf,” she shouted.

And maybe if he were hot enough…no, no, no! Destiny’s head yelled at her.

Dammit, if she survived the night, she was going to find Jack Mann and kick his ass.  He had her so worked up that here she was, with her life all in danger and shit, thinking about getting laid by a wolf shifter who had just wasted four kids.  Asshole.  She should’ve fucked Jack like she’d wanted and then she wouldn’t be in this mess!  He’d be in her.

Oh, yeah, her pussy moaned.

PAY ATTENTION! her brain yelled back.

Destiny ignored the fight going on inside of her and concentrated on the wolf that had just stepped even closer.  Shit.  Destiny held out her hand with the palm facing the wolf.

“HEEL!” she yelled.

The wolf seemed to grin at her then; and dammit all to hell, the massive canine took another step towards her.  Her hand remained held out towards the damn thing.

“Stay! Sit! Roll over!”

The wolf kept coming.  The wide mouth complete with razor-sharp teeth was only a few feet away when she came up with an idea. The wolf kept watching her warily.  It took another step, bringing it to within a hair’s breadth of her breathing space.  She pulled up her dress.  Destiny didn’t know for sure if the wolf gazed at her legs (which were fucking kickass) or her shoes (which were also kickass), but it went still; and she drew her leg back, using all her vamp strength, and kicked the damned wolf in the side. It went flying through the air with a yelp that didn’t stop until it hit the ground across the road from where she stood.

Hearing the loud, god-awful thump, she did the running-man dance on the spot in recognition of her most excellent plan.  She quickly stopped her impromptu celebration because, frankly, she’d had enough shit for one night.  Hauling ass around the front of the hustling street, she hailed a taxi, cursing the fact she was too drained to flash herself to where she wanted to go.  It was a good thing this was the twenty-first century.  Otherwise, she’d have to hump it back into town on her own two feet; and right now, neither her Christian Louboutins or her heart was up for that.

She didn’t know where the wolf shifter was, nor did she care.  She was simply glad it wasn’t on her chest and ripping out her throat.  She liked her neck where it was—on her body and intact.  Obviously it was a male wolf.

The taxi was about to take off when she caught sight of the huge wolf at the end of the street. Without thinking about her actions, she flipped her middle finger at the canine.

“Damn fleabag mutt!” she muttered to herself. Though he’d given her a helluva scare, she was almost disappointed that she wouldn’t meet the man inside such a magnificent beast.  What kind of man would he be?  Even though he’d helped her—not that she’d needed any help—she couldn’t help but be intrigued by him.

The wolf’s emerald green eyes never left the woman. Even when she climbed into the taxi, he’d kept his eyes firmly on her.  He watched the taxi until it disappeared from sight.  Only when he couldn’t smell her anymore did he shift back to human form…and not just any human, but a very big, big, big human.  A big and naked human. He shuddered because the last of the shift was made and all his fur disappear.

Planting his hands shoulder-width apart on the concrete, he levered himself up into a standing position with a grimace. His hair hung to his waist in a heavy curtain of black. His skin was a copper hue that glowed beneath the light of the moon. His emerald green eyes swept up the street where the taxi had gone. The man threw his head back and breathed deeply. Scenting the air, he headed into the woods and began walking.

*«*»*

Jack stumbled into the bathroom where he’d first gazed upon the woman who haunted him.  She drove him to complete and utter distraction.  He could smell her; not simply because he was shifter, but because she had such a distinctive scent. Jack had been around vampires all his life.  Their scent was old Otherworldly.  But there was something else about Destiny’s…something…daring.

Jack tossed his hair over his shoulder and surveyed the damage from his night’s activities. Blood stained his mouth and chin and ran down his huge chest, stopping just before his navel. Jack’s stomach churned again.  Whoever he’d eaten had upset his stomach. Jack turned to the side in the mirror and saw the bruise he’d received for all his good intentions.

Helping Destiny Smith was dangerous, he thought as he padded over to the shower.

Turning the water to freezing cold, Jack stepped under the spray and sighed, taking a moment to gather himself.  Though he was sore, he was also needy.  He wanted Destiny Smith in the worst way even though she was crazy and perilous and way too much temptation.  Thinking of her caused his nipples to tighten.  Simply mentioning her name made his whole body go hard.

The stinging needles of ice-cold water helped to cool his overheated skin; unfortunately, it did nothing for his overheated imagination, especially whilst remembering Destiny in the shower where he now stood: her body slick with soapy water, her eyes full of heat, and his nose full of her scent that had rendered him stupid.

Jack slammed his palms against the wall of the shower and bent his head under the nozzle, thankful Lukas’s shower was built large enough to accommodate men his size.  Standing 7’1 ¼” and weighing 285 pounds, he normally looked down at shower nozzles…way down.  But Lukas, being a big man himself, had covered all of the bases when he’d remodelled the Locke Mansion.

He enjoyed the feel of the freezing-cold water rushing over his back and sluicing down his tight buttocks and the back of his thighs.  After half an hour under the spray, the pulsing in his lower body had settled to a less intense hum.  Shutting off the water, he quickly dried himself.  Ignoring the opulent robes hanging on the back of the door, he reached for a dry towel and tied it around his waist, totally ignoring the beautiful package he made.

He was wondering if he should eat before going to bed when his sensitive ears picked up the distressed sounds coming from Destiny’s room.  He could hear muffled cries, as if someone had a pillow over his or her face. Though the door was closed, Jack wasn’t about to ignore the sounds of distress.  Testing the door and finding it unlocked, he walked inside. Despite it being pitch black, he saw just fine.

Looking at the bed, not only was it empty, he knew it hadn’t been slept in at all.  Though he couldn’t hear the muffled cries anymore, he could feel someone’s panic, fear, pain…and he could smell Destiny.  Focusing his energy, he walked to the wardrobe and opened the doors. Finding nothing there, he moved around the room silently, prodding every dark corner, every crevice, every hidden space of the bedroom before finally realising Destiny wasn’t anywhere in the room.

But she was somewhere close.

Jack pulled the curtains aside that led out onto the balcony. What he saw completely stunned him.

Destiny lay sprawled on the massive chaise lounge dressed in a hooded jersey with the hood up and faded jeans with frayed cuffs.  Somehow, she was revealing more than she had when he’d inadvertently walked in on her in their shared bathroom.

It wasn’t because of the clothes or lack thereof; it was because of her vulnerability.  In the shower, at the local jail, at the reception, even in that alley, Destiny was all brass balls; but right now, in the privacy of her room, she was laid bare.  Almost in a foetal position and her face was turned away from him, her soft breaths escaped from her mouth as she silently cried…and it broke Jack.  He approached and settled himself on the lounge, gently wrapping his body around hers to try and protect her from whatever it was that hurt her so badly.  Placing a finger under her chin, he lifted her face so he could see it clearly.

Though her eyes were closed, her voice was in full, working order.  Soft, husky words spilled from her lips.  Though he didn’t understand the language she spoke, he understood the pain that laced her speech.  Her voice trembled as she was lost in the nightmare that trapped her.

Destiny moved her face away from him as she started shaking her head and crying harder. Jack was about to awaken Destiny when she suddenly sat upright and stared out at the monster in her dreams.  She screamed silently and mouthed words that had no sound before finally closing her eyes and slumping back against the lounge.

Her nightmare seemed to be coming to an end. Her body began to relax and at long last, she stopped sobbing in her sleep. If he’d been a vampire, he would’ve been crying blood; but he was a shifter, so he did what shifters did.  Jack caught her tears on his tongue and took them into his body so her pain became his and his strength became hers.

Picking her up and taking her inside, he tucked her in the soft bed and slid in next to her.  Though the chaise lounge was roomy, Destiny’s nightmares were out there and he wanted her as far away from them as possible.  Jack wrapped his massive arms around her curvy body and held on and held on some more.  He continued holding her closer and closer until they almost melded into each other.  Only when there was scarcely any air between them did he feel comfortable enough to close his eyes.

When Destiny had gone to sleep she’d been alone.  Yet, she awoke wrapped in the blanket that was Jack Mann and with her face buried in his throat.  Opening her eyes, she took in the sight of him sprawled out beneath her. He was hard…and naked.

HOLY SHIT!

He needed to be made illegal…right after she had her way with him.

And she would. His skin was so hot and smooth that she couldn’t resist pressing her lips against him.  She felt rather than heard him groan.

“I knew you wanted me,” she said with a grin in her voice as she settled herself against the big man who held her.

No man, no one, should ever be this fucking hot! Destiny thought as she sat up. She found they were in the room she’d been occupying.  She didn’t remember coming inside and she knew she had been outside because that was where she normally had her first nap…just because she knew she was loudest then. Her second nap was always quieter and by her third nap, she was virtually in a state of hibernation.

“What are you doing?” Jack’s deep voice enveloped her from the darkness.

Though Jack went to sleep with Destiny in his arms, he awoke with her straddling his chest. Destiny was leaning on her hands in an effort to remain upright.  Although her jeans were rubbing against the bruise he’d received from her earlier that night, he didn’t feel it.  He just felt the heat from her hands against his skin.

“I’m hungry,” Destiny answered.

Hungry for what? he wondered.

Before he could ask, the clouds moved and the moonlight spilled into the room, bathing Destiny in its cold luminosity.  Her voice was soft and husky with sleep and Jack felt himself get extra hard.  He knew Destiny could feel it against her bottom, but there was nothing he could do about that.  It seemed he couldn’t control much of anything when in her presence.  When she rolled her hips, he reached out and stilled them so that she wouldn’t make it worse.

“Honey, I don’t think you should do that,” he rasped.

Destiny ignored him and leaned forward so her palms slid up his abdominal muscles.  Jack felt sweat sheen over his skin.  He also felt his incisors lengthening.  The change was hard for him to control on the night of the full moon as he was at his most animalistic at this time of the month.

Destiny’s hands stopped on his shoulders, and she leaned down so they were a mere breath apart.  Seeing her lips curve into a grin, Jack relaxed beneath her. His relief, however, was short-lived.

“Why?” Destiny tempted as she sucked her bottom lip before biting down on it.

She kept her eyes glued to his mouth and Jack felt it go dry when Destiny licked her lips again. He then groaned as she licked his lips in a similar manner. Jack smoothed his hands from Destiny’s hips up her sides, and his long, large thumbs swept over her pebbled nipples beneath the hooded jersey. Jack’s hips jerked beneath Destiny’s seat when she dug her short fingernails into his chest.  The bite of her clawing made Jack’s blood blaze to life.

Her name tumbled from his mouth like a prayer. “Destiny.”

Jack’s big body was the hardest, firmest mattress she’d ever laid on, but damn if he wasn’t the finest mattress too.  Hearing Jack call her name caused Destiny to stop what she was doing.

He’d said it like he’d meant it.  Pulling back, she realized she was practically dry-humping poor Jack whilst clawing at his chest.  She could see his skin beginning to welt.  Damn! Retracting her claws, she rubbed the area.  Cocking her head to the side, she looked down at Jack who was breathing hard. His eyes were glowing in the dark.  That turned her on.  Who was she kidding?  Damn near everything about the man turned her on…except for his name.

“Do you realise that’s the first time you’ve said my name? I mean, I’ve known you a whole day, day and a half, and you’ve never called me by my name. You know what, Jackie?  I like you; I really do. I’ve always liked big men and well...” Destiny leaned back so that her bottom was dangerously close to his erection.

“You are most definitely a big, big, big man,” she said with a grin.

Jack sat up so they were breast to chest.  “Why were you sleeping outside?”

That wasn’t the question Destiny had expected.  She looked away from the intense stare and started to get off his body, but Jack’s hands moulded to her hips, staying her.

“Answer me,” Jack ordered throatily.

Destiny wouldn’t look at him…couldn’t look at him.  Instead, she simply shook her head.

“Dest—”

“Hey, do you think they brought the leftover cake here? I mean, all the guests are here, right? So it would be safe to assume the wedding cake would be stored here.  We should go check out the kitchen cos’ I’m pretty sure there will be something,” Destiny said feigning hunger again.

Jack watched Destiny closely.  Though he wanted her with a fierceness; right now, he was more concerned about her than horny for her, and that was really saying something.  He didn’t like that she was avoiding the subject, but that was her right. Still, he was hard-pressed to say why her silence irked him so much.  Relaxing his hold on her, he allowed her to get off him and walk away.

But he didn’t want to.

Three

Destiny had her head stuck in the huge refrigerator whilst pulling items out and tossing them on the breakfast island behind her. So engrossed in the food she was hungry for—and in the song she was “singing”—that she didn’t hear the Locke Brothers flash into the room, ready for battle.  Jack thought the scene hilarious. Though the sight of Destiny’s delectable rump swaying side to side was a complete turn-on, the fact the rest of her body was buried in the refrigerator and her terrible “singing” voice filled the kitchen killed it…somewhat—okay, not at all if he were being truthful.  Even his bleeding eardrums couldn’t diminish the arousing sight of her ass.  As a heterosexual male, he appreciated that ass.  He suspected Destiny could turn a few homosexual men with it.

Yet it was upon the first note of her “singing” that the Locke Brotherhood stormed the kitchen.  Jack couldn’t help but smile as he watched Lukas’s men stand there and look at each other whilst wondering what to do about the sounds of death that had obviously awakened them.

Destiny had finally gotten a decent amount of food from the fridge.  Straightening, she turned and with a kick from her heel closed the refrigerator.  Looking up, she found the kitchen full of males who were all staring at her like she’d grown another head.

She noticed her object of lust standing in the doorway.  Thankfully, he’d put some jeans on; but to her pussy’s delight, that was all he wore.  Oh, yeah.  Actually, only a few of the men standing in the kitchen wore shirts; but even if they’d all been buck naked, they would’ve paled in comparison to Jack Mann.

“Damn, I’m not gonna have to fight y’all for my food, am I?” she asked the Locke Brothers.  “Cos’ you know I can kick some freakin’ ass.”  She dropped a plate of cold meat onto the breakfast island with the rest of the food.

“You probably woke them up with what you like to call your...ah...singing,” Jack teased.

Several of the men hid their smiles by turning their heads or disguised their laughter as coughing.  Destiny raised an eyebrow before flipping them all the bird.

“Whatever.  What’s up, boys? Hey, where’s the wedding cake? I know Star would’ve gotten the best cake and I couldn’t find it in there.” Destiny nodded towards the row of industrial-sized refrigerators.

Team Leader Craven had a body that didn’t quit and apparently, he had a good heart because he stepped right up and showed her…the cake.  He was almost as big as Jack and almost as hot, but his eyes were blue whilst Jack’s were green.  Craven was lucky she didn’t do Locke Brothers; else, she might’ve considering doing Craven…several times…or until he said mercy…whichever came first.

But it was the cake that had her galloping in place, which was her version of the happy dance, before jumping in Craven’s arms and noisily kissing both cheeks. Then she swung down and broke into an impromptu cheer as Craven used his height to take the cake from its hiding place.

“You are a lifesaver, Craven!” Destiny exclaimed as she bumped him out of the way with her ample hips and rummaged around the drawers for cutlery.  Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered with a knife.  She simply would’ve found a fork and started eating; but since it was Star’s wedding cake and all, she decided to restrain herself.

Squealing when she found a cake knife, she stopped to hold it up in the dance pose John Travolta made famous before stalking the cake. Though it had the traditional white-coloured frosting, underneath it was dark chocolate.

Oh, yeah!

A plate somehow appeared in front of her.  She whispered her gratitude and took it without looking at or caring about its origins. Settling herself on one of the stools that surrounded the breakfast island, she cut herself a big piece of cake and dug in.

Pausing from shovelling cake in her face, she looked up and found Jack and Craven eyeing each other warily.  The rest of the Locke Brothers had already gone back to whatever it was they’d been doing.

“You guys gonna eat or just check each other out?” Destiny asked before shovelling another forkful of chocolate cake into her mouth.  It was so delicious that Destiny closed her eyes in bliss.

Jack did not like it one fucking bit when Destiny had jumped into Craven’s arms.  He’d been contemplating if it would be rude to shift and tear the man’s throat out when he’d realized Destiny merely had a thing for the cake and not the man.  It was a good thing.  Still, he hadn’t liked her in another man’s arms.  He didn’t know the man, but suddenly he hated him…and he let it show all over his face.

They were busy staring down each other when he heard what was coming from Destiny’s mouth.  She sounded like she was in the throes of an orgasm.  At first, he thought another male might’ve come into the kitchen and touched her, then he figured out it was the cake that had prompted such a reaction.  Jack scowled; then, he froze.

“What kind of cake is that?” he growled at Craven.

The vampire raised an eyebrow. “Chocolate.”

Star’s warning came to him.  Adverse reaction to Chocolate.

The words had hardly left the vampire’s mouth before Jack was moving so fast Destiny didn’t have time to eat the next bite.

Destiny had been minding her own business shovelling cake in her mouth when it was suddenly snatched away.

What the hell?!

Jack had confiscated the plate and was making his way to the garbage disposal.  Destiny chewed and swallowed the moist cake still in her mouth, licking the lingering bits of frosting from her lips and oblivious to how much of a turn-on her actions were.

Craven then decided to take his life in his own hands and block Jack’s way.  “Mr. Mann.”  Destiny snorted at the polite tone he used; it was simply too fucking hilarious.  “You would do well to give Destiny her cake back,” Craven suggested, but not really.

Destiny knew what had happened; thus, she wasn’t mad.  Craven, however, did not.  Clearly Star had told Jack not to let her have any chocolate.

Dammit.

She watched silently as the two big men measured each other up.  Destiny, being the perceptive vamp she was, felt the underlying distrust both men had for each other. Craven didn’t like Jack in the least and Jack didn’t give two shits about Craven.  And more than that, he looked at Craven like he knew he could take the other man. As the two men continued to silently battle each other, Destiny helped herself to more cake.

She gobbled up a few heavy-laden forkfuls before Jack took his eyes off of Craven and swung them over to her.  Something about her chewing spurred both men into action. Jack tried to step around Craven to get back to her even though she was three-quarters of the way through the huge slice of cake she’d cut herself; and considering the slice was about four times as big as a normal one, that was a shitload of cake. Craven didn’t budge, preventing Jack from coming near her.  With a snarl, Jack pushed past the other man.  Craven grabbed for Jack’s arm and all he got for his trouble was a plate smashed into his face.

“Oh, shit!” Destiny exclaimed around the cake in her mouth as the two men started beating the shit out of each other. Destiny watched in rapt fascination as Jack hammered the hell out of Craven’s head. Craven managed to get away from Jack’s lethal fists and land an uppercut that snapped Jack’s head back.

Destiny was onto her second piece of cake.  Stopping to pour herself a Coke, she took a few sips and went back to her cake. It was a good thing she knew where her mouth was because she couldn’t take her eyes off of the fight.

She was about to get a third piece of cake when the other Locke Brothers flashed back into the kitchen. This was enough motivation for her to stop eating. Putting her fork down with a heavy sigh, she flashed so she was between Jack and Craven. Craven had been in mid-punch.  Though she was fast, she’d timed it wrong and ended up catching Craven’s fist with her face.

Shit!  Note to self: do not fuck with Craven because this bastard hits hard!

“Damn, Crave!” Destiny said, irritated at the pinch of pain.  Before she could say anything more, Jack had placed her behind him.  Her new position behind Jack allowed her to see the orgasm-inducing tattoo that covered the whole of his back.  She was thinking about licking it when Jack began to whip the living shit out of a stunned Craven. Only when he was tired did Jack stop.  She guessed he was tired by the sound of the choppy breaths coming from his lungs.

Destiny wondered why none of the Locke Brothers had interceded when they saw their Team Leader getting his ass handed to him.  Why rush down the stairs just to do nothing?  Then she remembered their rule: Women, children, always protected. Always.

“Get him out of here,” Jack said, his voice rumbling with the wolf that was near the surface.

The Locke Brothers did as he bid.  When they’d quit the room, he slowly turned to Destiny Smith.  She was eating the forbidden cake again, chewing thoughtfully, and wouldn’t look at him as he approached her.  Jack pressed himself against Destiny’s side, but she still ignored him.  When he took the fork out of her hand and pulled the cake away from her, her shoulders slumped a little.

“Star told you.”

Jack couldn’t help but smile.  She looked and sounded like a child who’d been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.  He placed a finger under Destiny’s chin and turned her toward him.  He gently lifted her face so he could inspect the damage Craven had done.

“Honey, you can eat the whole cake if you want,” he promised.

“Yay!” Destiny squealed.

Cutting her off, he crowded her and finished.  “Listen to me, Destiny.  If you ever, and I mean ever, put yourself in the middle of a fight or in danger again, I will personally handcuff you to the nearest immovable surface.”

Jack knew that his eyes were glowing as he spoke, but he couldn’t help that.  Full moon, his woman in danger.

Wait, where the fuck did that come from?  Tucking it away to deal with it later, he smoothed the pad of his thumb over the slowly fading bruise.  The white of Destiny’s eye was still blood red, but it did little to detract from her beauty.

“Jackie, I can handle—”

He gripped Destiny’s chin and effectively shut her mouth with his thumb.  “No.”

Having made his point, he pulled out the stool next to Destiny and sat down. Taking her fork, he began to eat the cake with her.

There was something strangely intimate about sharing the same fork whilst eating her favourite food.  They’d eaten silently for ten minutes when she felt Jack pause.  She looked at him and found him staring at her.  His eyes were back to normal now.

“What?” she asked before shoving another forkful in her mouth.

“Why can’t you eat chocolate? You obviously love it,” Jack said.

His heavily muscled legs were stretched out before him; since their chairs were so close, she was virtually surrounded by him.  A few inches closer and she’d practically be in his lap.  As it was, every now and then her arm would brush against his wide, muscled chest.

“How come you’re not hurt? You did some pretty extensive damage to Craven,” Destiny asked between gulps of Coke.  Turning her head, she belched loudly then grinned at Jack.  She smiled at the way she’d deftly avoided answering his question.

Jack shook his head slightly.  “I heal fast and Craven will be fine.”

Destiny tapped her fork against the plate. “Are you telling me you’re a vamp, because you don’t seem like the type?”

“Why? I would make an excellent vampire,” Jack said whilst managing to sound all offended.

Destiny laughed and flicked her fork at him effectively sprinkling him with chocolate cake crumbs and frosting.

Damn, Jack Mann looks good with chocolate on him.  Ooh, he’s like a giant ice cream with sprinkles.  I should get it off, she thought.  Yep, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Licking her finger, she pressed it to the middle of Jack’s hard, ripped chest, picking up crumbs of chocolate that had been melting against his copper skin.  Pulling back, Destiny took her finger inside her mouth and sucked.

Shit, that tasted good, but I bet it’d even taste better straight from the source.  Tonguing the tiny bits of frosting from him caused a twitter in her pussy.

Jack’s breath hissing through his teeth at her actions made her purr.  Smiling, she looked down and saw his jeans had suddenly become too tight.  Damn, damn, damn, Jack had no right to look this good. Pulling her greedy gaze from his bits, she looked in his eyes and her pussy flooded when she saw his need.  He didn’t disguise it…or maybe he couldn’t.

Yay, me!  Who’s the vampire?  Who’s the vampire? she chanted in her head before grinning and bursting into laughter.

“For a man who says I’m ‘not his type’, you get a little crazy around me,” Destiny said as she heard his chest rumble with a groan and watched him bite down on his lip as he tried to rein in his need.  If the veins bulging in his neck and forearms were any indication, he was losing the battle.  Though she was gloating, internally and externally, Destiny had a hard time making her eyes move from his mouth. He had a beautiful mouth, and now she knew what he tasted like—strength.  If he were a beverage, one would need to follow him with a chaser.

“And you’re just crazy, full stop,” he returned.

Destiny sent him a droll look before pointing at the bruise on the side of his torso and touching him there.

“Damn, Craven got you good, Jackie,” she murmured.

Jack was already on edge from her teasing, from her touching, from her presence.  When she reached out and touched him—again—he sucked in a deep breath; not because she was hurting him, but because every time she touched him she teased the wolf.  Feeling her fingers grace a particularly tender spot, he winced.  Though he was a shifter, it would take a few hours for him to completely heal from injury.  She had a helluva kick.

“Craven didn’t do that.  That’s from my Hunt,” he said.

Destiny frowned before speaking.  “Hunt? Did you go fox-hunting or something after the reception?”

“No...” Jack kept watching her as she continued to smooth her fingers over him.  Her question made him realise she didn’t know she was touching him so intimately.

“Honey, you never did answer my question,” he said softly. Raising her head, she asked.  “What question was that?”

“Why can’t you eat chocolate?”

“I get a little hyper,” Destiny answered with a casual shrug.

Jack frowned over her head and asked, “More than usual?”

Concentrating on his side, she shrugged. “Kinda.”

*«*»*

One word. That was all it had been.  One simple word. Of course, it should’ve been two.  It also wasn’t even a properly recognised compound word, but it had made sense.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck and once again waited whilst Destiny did some crazy, martial-arts move with the pool cue she held.  She made Bruce Lee noises as she hit an imaginary opponent and then spun on her heel and faced the pool table where they’d been playing for the past hour.

Destiny should’ve been tired.  Damn, he sure as hell was.  They’d just returned from a run around the nearby city…the whole, damn thing.  After the run, she’d wanted to go for a spin on one of the motorcycles in the Locke Brothers garage.  As much as he’d tried to convince her otherwise, she hadn’t listened.  She’d thrown her leg over one of the powerful bikes and had taken off at top speed, forcing Jack to jump on another and chase her.  He’d found all of the activities quite good for blowing out any cobwebs, but he’d felt markedly better when they sped back onto the sacred land.

That was, until they saw the entire Locke Brotherhood (sans Lukas, of course) congregated at the front of the Locke Mansion when they returned. Destiny had calmly gotten off the bike and handed the keys over to a repaired Craven.  Jack had done the same and then Destiny had decided they were going to play pool and bet real money on their games.  Destiny had talked incessantly the whole time. Hyper was not an apt description.

“Fuck, I love this song!” Destiny yelled to no one in particular.

Considering the god-awful music thundering in Jack’s head, he was sure blood would pour from his ears if the noise didn’t stop real quick, fast, and in a hurry. Originally, she’d set the volume to “hey-hearing-is-way-overrated-as-a-sense”, but he’d convinced her to turn it down to brain-numbing loud. Though the volume was now tolerable, her choice of music was not.  The song consisted of thumping bass and screeching.  If Jack didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that Destiny was the singer!

“You okay, Jackie?” Destiny asked him as she continued to pretend she was hitting someone with her pool cue.

“Yes,” he said even though he knew Destiny was already on to another subject.

“Well, take your shot, Jackass!” she said as she sang to the next song that was something about “wherever and whenever”.

Destiny started dancing around the game room.  Her hips made little jerky movements that distracted Jack even more than her musical selections.

“Please, God, give me patience,” he muttered as he lined up the pool cue.  Usually, he could shoot without even looking; but that was before he played with the hustling Miss Destiny Smith, who’d acted like she only knew a “little” about pool.  So far, he’d lost every game; and now he was in the hole to Destiny for at least a thousand dollars.

“You know, Jackie, you’ve got a sweet ass,” Destiny said, cupping it in her hands.

Jack mashed his lips together at the sensation of Destiny touching him.  Turning his head, he looked at her over one shoulder and shuddered.  Damn, she was hot.  Currently, she was rubbing his ass with her eyes closed and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip.

“Ah, Destiny...”

The song changed to something sultry and with a heavy bass that thumped in time to the throbbing in Jack’s cock.

“Yes, Jackie?” Destiny whispered as she wriggled around so she was situated between him and the pool table.  With her lips parted, she traced her fingers down the front of his shirt.  Jack stared at her like she’d suddenly pulled out an Uzi and was about to spray the room, because he didn’t know what she’d do.  But he knew what he wanted her to do.

“I really need to make this shot,” Jack croaked, his throat dry.

Destiny grinned and hopped her sweet ass onto the table in front of him, her knees gripping his hips.

“C’mon, big boy, hit me with your best shot,” Destiny said as she leaned back and threw her hands over her head and waited.

Jack had to unclench his jaw when he felt his incisors lengthening.

“Destiny—”

She suddenly jerked upright, grabbed his shirt, and ripped it apart.

Buttons scattered willy-nilly, but he couldn’t even be bothered—especially when he looked into her eyes.  They were dilated so much so that only the bare edges of her caramel-coloured pupils were visible. He now knew why Star had warned him about the chocolate. Destiny was worse on chocolate than she was when she was drunk.

Oh, hell, Jack thought as Destiny latched onto one of his flat nipples.  When did she get his shirt off?  His entire body was rigid with leashed desire that continued to increase as Destiny stroked him through his jeans.

“Honey…” Jack groaned as Destiny nipped at his throat whilst making little growling noises as she systematically worked to unman him.

Jack knew he was approaching the point of no return; and due to where they were in the lunar cycle, he knew he would not be the “man” Destiny expected.  He was on the verge of a complete wild-out, which was not the best time to engage in lovemaking with a non-pack female.  Though pack females could handle them, few pack females could handle an alpha in either form during the height of the full moon.

Jack wasn’t a tender man under the best of circumstances; and right now, there was definitely no way he could be.  Truth be told, he wasn’t sure he wanted gentle with Destiny.  She was the stuff wet dreams were made of and thus her passion deserved to be met equally, not with a watered-down version of it.  Placing his hands in her untamed curls, he attempted to pull her from his chest, but she shifted and wrapped her legs around him, pressing her pussy closer to his cock.  Moaning, she slid against him in a move that would make seasoned strippers green with envy.

“Destiny!” Jack inserted some roughness into his voice as he once again tried to stop her from going further.

“I need you, Jack.  I need you now!”

Jack shook his head in an attempt to clear the sudden haze that overcame him.  He knew that haze.  It singled that he was entering a sexual delusion he would be powerless to stop in a few scant moments.

“Honey, I can’t be gentle—”

She looked him right in the eye. Hers were now almost completely black.  In one of the most seductive moves he’d ever witnessed, she licked her full lips, revealing her fangs and her passion.

Damn, she was a sexy little thing.

“If I wanted gentle I’d fuck one of the Locke Brothers.  Notice that I’m not with them.  Now, c’mon, Jack Mann, fuck me...hard.  And if you can’t accommodate me, point me in the direction of a male who can!”

Her sultry look and husky voice had already had his cock rock hard, but her dare ripped every last vestige of the gentleman out of Jack. Later, he’d let her know he didn’t know any alphas who couldn’t handle a woman’s desire; and with him being Supreme Alpha, he sure as shit wasn’t about to point her in the direction of anything except his cock.

Point her in the direction of another man?  Obviously, she was crazier than he’d initially thought.  Jack didn’t play well with others and he damn sure didn’t share.

He wanted to take a moment to make sure Destiny was aware of him; but instead she took that moment to push him further over the edge by taunting him.

And damn, she pushed him over the edge in grand style.

“Tell me to stop if it’s too much, honey,” Jack whispered as he ripped her T-shirt from her body.

Being that she merely grinned at him as he ripped off her bra, he didn’t think the word “stop” would pass her delectable lips.  Needing to get her jeans off, he pulled Destiny up with one arm and roughly snatched the jeans from her body in much the same fashion he did her bra.  Mission accomplished, he turned and looked for a flat surface to spread out his treat.

He seated Destiny on top of the bar.  It was high enough that he would only have to bend his neck slightly to be eye-level with her pussy.  Seeing her pubic hair design, he growled low in his throat, promising to have a word with the individual who dared touch his woman.  Pulling her forward so that her pussy was on the edge of the bar, he thrust his long tongue into his crazy, little woman.  At the first swipe, Destiny convulsed around his tongue and screamed down this part of the state.  Ironically, her screams sounded much like her singing: freakishly loud and incoherent, but these screams were music to his ears.  Feeling her rush of cream, he gripped her thighs harder and kept his mouth attached to her clit as she hit notes so high he was tempted to turn and look for the entire symphony orchestra at the Metropolitan.  It was as if she were auditioning for the lead soprano in the opera Aida.

“There, there, that’s it, Jackie.  Oh, yeah, there! Oh! Arrrrrgggghhhhhhhhh!”

Somewhere, glass exploded, but he couldn’t be bothered with taking his tongue away from her clit.  Destiny came again in a matter of moments and it was just as beautiful as the first time.  If he hadn’t had a hold of her hips, he would’ve worried that she might shatter her pelvis, her thrusts were so hard.  Oh, but he did have hold of her and planned on keeping it that way for a while.

“Keep coming for me, honey,” he growled as he continued tonguing her hot box.  Once again, he took her clit into his mouth and sucked the stiff, little bundle of nerve endings as he thrust two thick fingers into her.

Every time Destiny arched her hips she brought her pussy deeper into his mouth…just like he wanted.  He gave her no quarter and thus kept his fingers stroking in and out of her.  When Destiny screamed out another orgasm, Jack was sure she was wet enough to take his cock.  Using one arm, he picked her up and moved over to the custom-made pool table.  Laying her down, he started to step back but Destiny was determined to have her fun.  Grabbing the waistband of his jeans, she whipped his jeans from his body and screamed at him to fuck her.

Jack grabbed her to him as he tried to get a grip on his sanity.  She went still when she caught sight of his cock.  He held his breath as he watched her peruse him.

Then she licked her plump lips, the stillness destroyed. Before he could speak, she grabbed his cock and began stroking. Up. Down. Up. Down. Jack moaned whilst Destiny remained intensely focused on her task.  Though he enjoyed it, he stopped her hands.

“Honey, I will lose it if you keep doing that,” he hoarsely informed her.

When Destiny nodded in understanding, Jack pulled her to the edge of the table.

Destiny groaned from pleasure.  Jack held her so easily.  He loved her so unselfishly.  He pleasured her so greatly and he hadn’t even taken her yet.  Her thoughts hazy, she realized he wore his need as well as he wore his strength.  He quaked with desire.  This huge man wanted her…her!  And as close to the edge he was, as hard as need rode him, he continued to put her pleasure first, warning her he couldn’t take it slow; asking her if she truly wanted him.

Was the man a fucking idiot?  Did she want him?  Was the Pope Catholic? Would the Batmobile have been pimped within an inch of its life if she’d had a go at it?  Damn skippy—

“Honey, we can take it slow…”

Jack kept interrupting her musings, trying to talk her down…as if she could be talked down from getting some of that.  Destiny hooked her ankles behind his powerful thighs, looked into his amazing emerald eyes, and declared, “You better hurry the fuck up, Jackass!”

Her command was all of the encouragement Jack needed, his wolf breaking free.  Picking her up, he sat on the edge of the pool table and slammed her down on his cock.

When he finally entered her, Jack closed his eyes and savoured the feel of finally coming home, and it had never felt so good. Destiny threw her head back and screamed her pleasure whilst Jack threw back his head and howled his.

Jack sensed her orgasm seconds before he felt her cream running down the underside of his hard cock.  Though he wasn’t climaxing, he was shaking from the luxurious feel of her silk.  She held him in a vice grip.  Remaining still inside her, he waited for Destiny’s gasping breaths to slow before he brought her head down so their foreheads rested against each other.

“Fuck me, Jack.  C’mon, big man.  Show me what you got,” she whispered.

Jack growled and did as told. He lifted and lowered Destiny on his cock. Though he felt her orgasms, he lost count of them because they rolled in one atop the other.  The mini quakes within her intermingled with her cries overwhelmed both the man and the wolf.  All five of his senses were on overdrive…and they were still unfulfilled.  He wasn’t close enough—yet.  He pumped her on his cock so fast that his motions were a blur.  Jack’s world boiled down to one Destiny Smith.  She was many things—incredible, crazy, passionate, his; and when she passed out after her last orgasm, he knew he should add well-fucked to that list and came with a roar of completion.

Destiny’s eyes shot open with a quickness. Three questions presented themselves.  One—just who was Jack Mann?  Two—why did it feel so good? Three—why did she feel like bawling like a baby? Hearing a male sigh of satisfaction intermingled with sleepiness, she perked up.  The person holding her pressed lips against her hair.  Okay, it was a man...a well-endowed, hard-muscled, big-armed, man.  Now to face the second question...or not.

Destiny frowned, her lips pursed as she pondered the man who’d loved her so well.  He was sleeping and he was pussy-wetting, heart-achingly beautiful.

She turned in Jack’s arms and came face-to-throat with smooth copper skin wrapped around muscles that demanded her to lick, kiss, and bite.  She didn’t.  Instead, her eyes travelled upwards and did recon.  The square jaw had a touch of stubble.  She knew how that stubble felt against her skin considering her thighs were humming about it.  Destiny smiled and continued her visual journey.  This time she stopped on his lips.  They were full enough to make her want to ride his mouth yet not so full that they made him look feminine.  And then there were the eyes. It wasn’t fair a man could write his name in the snow with pee and have eyelashes so thick they could drive the mascara industry to the brink of bankruptcy.

Then there was his hair.  Oh, good Lord, his hair was a wet-pussy alert!

Glossy and inky black with slight waves, it should make him look as masculine as Liberace, but it didn’t.  It only added to his maleness. In his slumber, Jack Mann was all man! Hell, Jack Mann was always all man.  How was that possible? She’d only met one other who was that much man, but Lord de Vires was more power than he was man.

Destiny rubbed her breasts against Jack’s smooth, hard chest as she gently touched Jack’s lips with her own.  Strong arms pulled her closer.  Her titties squashed deliciously against those muscles and her mouth was plundered with a long, thick tongue that felt just as good in her mouth as it had in her pussy.

She moaned, loving how good he felt.  Destiny could’ve stayed there forever, but the need for air caused them to break apart.  She protested the separation even as she gulped in much-needed air. Jack’s hot, fucking mouth moved to her throat and began to nip and kiss her sensitized skin.  His ministrations made her arch against him.  How did he know she liked being loved like she wouldn’t break?  How did he manage to fuck her like a call girl and yet treat her like a lady at the same time?

She didn’t know how he knew, but he’d learned his lessons well.  He was a master at his craft.  He’d fucked her so good that she could barely move without groaning.  It was as if she had residual orgasms popping off, feeding her pleasure.  Though she was well-fucked, she couldn’t resist grinding her pussy against his hard abdomen.  Feeling him smile against her throat made her want to smack him.  That fine bastard knew what he did to her.

Normally, it was the other way around.  She was the one who left her lovers in a mindless heap of pleasure, begging for more.  This was a new experience for her…but she liked it.  Maybe too much.  Perhaps that was why she felt like bawling like a baby.

*«*»*

Neither spoke as Jack pulled Destiny Smith down and thrust his hard, aching cock into the tightest, most-welcoming and creamy pussy ever created. He held Destiny’s caramel eyes with his own as he literally lifted her up and down his cock.  Her sharp nails digging into his forearms did nothing but send sizzling heat through his body.  His little vampire was hot inside and out.  Though tempted to rush his pleasure, Jack took his time making love to Destiny.

He savoured every moan she emitted, every twitch she made whenever he hit her spot with his marauding cock.  Every gasp, pant, groan of his name went straight for his erection and...his heart! Jack would normally pull out and get the fuck outta dodge when he felt more than his penis involved in fucking a woman, but he couldn’t for three reasons.  First—Destiny Smith was no ordinary woman.  Second—he wasn’t fucking Destiny; he was making love to the woman he wanted to have forever.  Third—before Destiny, he’d never had more than his cock involved when having sex.

Jack’s eyes remained glued to Destiny’s face and watched her expressions as if he were watching his favourite film…except this was infinitely better.  Every feeling, every sound, every touch was real.  Nothing was choreographed, nothing was rehearsed, and nothing was edited or censored.  No moment was re-shot.

He knew he couldn’t let Destiny Smith go. He had no idea when or how it had happened, but it had; and for some reason, it didn’t feel like the best thing in the world.  Yes, he had found the other part of his soul. Yes, Destiny was the best thing that had ever happened to his heart.  Yes, Destiny was wild in and out of bed.  Yes, she was intelligent, crazy, and had a body made for hedonistic pleasures.  Yes, Destiny was beyond anything Jack had ever experienced in his life.  She might be tiny in stature but she definitely made up for it with her sense of humour and her complete lack of patience for pomp and circumstance…as well as rules.

But there was one small hitch: Destiny was a vampire.

Oh, shit!  He was totally and utterly in love with Destiny Smith. Jack grinned then soon forgot his own name as Destiny’s creamy, hot pussy gripped him forcefully and milked him dry, leaving him slightly unconscious.  Damn, she was going to be the death of him; ironic, since she was fast becoming his life.

*«*»*

Jack’s eyes shot open and he sat up, looking around. He was naked in bed with scratches and bite marks all over his body.  He wasn’t hurting and the scratches weren’t mean ones, so he hadn’t been in a fight.  He was mid-thought when it all came slamming home.

Destiny.

Jack closed his eyes and fell back against the pillows—pillows that still smelt like Destiny Smith. His heart thumped hard as images of the previous night flooded his senses.  The night of the full moon.  His hunt that had gone wrong.  His discovery of Destiny asleep outside.

His discovery of how much her pain hurt him.

Oh, God…

Jack thought about everything they had done together. Destiny was everything any man could want.  Hell, she was every single thing that he wanted. He turned and found a sheet of paper on the pillow. Frowning, Jack picked it up and unfolded it.

Jackass,

Well, slap my ass and call me Susan! Never would’ve expected it of you, but one should never assume things.  I’ll never be able to look at big, big, big handsome man quite the same now. Thank you for a night/morning I’ll never forget. Oh, yeah, sorry. Take care.

Dessie.

Jack frowned at the letter. She was gone? Was she apologising for leaving? Jack got out of bed and walked to the window. He looked down onto the courtyard where the Locke Brothers stood en masse. He wondered why they were standing around his car. Just then, Craven looked up at his window and motioned to the rest of the Locke Brothers.  Moments later, they stood aside and Jack’s mouth fell open. In the space where his car had been parked, cans of motor oil spelled out Sorry.  Fuck, his woman was gone with his car and his hard-on was right there.

Four

Two months later

Jack stared disinterestedly at the gathering of shifters and humans. The women were giving him come-hither looks and the men were looking anywhere but at him.  Though he was Alpha Supreme, he couldn’t even muster the energy to greet them. He knew it was rude, but his rank meant he didn’t have to be polite.  Of course, he had always been so before attending his best friend’s wedding two long months ago. However, the curvaceous Destiny Smith had done such a job on him he could only pine away for her the whole damned time since.

“Son, is there something you want to tell me?” Samson Mann asked.

Jack looked up at his father, the former Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack and Supreme Alpha of the Northern Hemisphere.  As always, he was taken aback by the aura of greatness that surrounded his sire.  Jack was awed by his father’s accomplishments, thankful for his love and guidance, and humbled by his trust.

Also a large man, Samson was the epitome of a Cheyenne male, bearing the regal stature of their ancestors and wearing his hair in the traditional two braids that fell to his waist.  And then there were his eyes.  Samson and all of his offspring had bright, emerald eyes people usually associated with Celts, although Native Americans had eye colours that spanned the spectrum.

Samson was blind whilst human; however, he had perfect vision as a wolf.  In the beginning, other shifters had seen his blindness as a weakness, but they’d soon learned the folly of underestimating Samson, who’d won all battles most quickly and decisively.  Challenges ended in two ways, death or surrender, and no Alpha worthy of being called such had ever conceded defeat.

After proving his strength and skill in a battle that had left most of their Pack devastated, Samson had assumed power. He’d ruled for a century; and during his reign, the Black Ridge Pack had become the fiercest and most-respected shifter pack in the United States.  Using a combination of diplomacy, cunning, and brawn, Samson had not only strengthened their Pack but had also single-handedly united all of the Packs in the Northern Hemisphere, adding the title of Supreme Alpha along the way.

A powerful leader, his reign went down as one of the most successful not only in Pack history, but Otherworldly history too.  Though he was a mean son-of-a-bitch when crossed, the hallmarks of his era were justice and righteousness.  The Packs had prospered economically, flourished socially, and moved into high positions in human society.  Samson had stressed education, strong Pack ties, diplomacy, and family.

A maverick, Samson had forged alliances across not only racial lines but species lines as well.  All had been welcome to break bread at his table.  It had not been uncommon to see leaders sitting in council with him.  He’d had the personal contact information for the leaders of both the Eastern and Western Vampire Nations, Dragon Council, Faeries, independent Otherworldlies, and Elementals.  Though he’d kept the dual identities of the Otherworldlies secret, he’d even counted several human dignitaries among his friends.

Even in abdicating his rule he’d been unconventional.  Before him, Alphas generally ruled until they’d died, and generally at the hands of one of their sons who wanted the Alpha status. His sons hadn’t had to challenge him as he’d stepped down on his own, believing fresh blood was good for a Pack’s strength.

Samson hadn’t only parted from the primogeniture tradition, he’d parted from the old shifter ways as well. The Mann brothers hadn’t had to rip each other up to gain the title. Instead, they’d voted and had decided that Jack would make the best leader.

Sometimes it was hard for Jack to believe he was Alpha.  He was not the first-born son or the most diplomatic or the nicest.  He was just a son. Still, he was Alpha and his brothers were genuinely happy for him.  Any of them would’ve taken the position if he’d been voted for, but Jack had gotten it…along with a shitload of responsibility.  He’d never realized the numerous challenges leadership entailed until he’d had it.

Since his rise to Alpha, his father and brothers had made it their business to find him the perfect mate.  Until two months ago, he hadn’t believed any woman—wolf or otherwise—would interest him for more than five minutes.  And then she had crashed into his life and he’d been pining ever since.

When Samson took his seat, Jack realised that he hadn’t answered his father.  Was there something he wanted to tell him?  Hell, he wondered if there was something that he wanted to tell himself.

“Not yet, Father,” he answered respectfully.

Jack was going to say more but his brothers’ noisy arrival interrupted them.  Four of his five siblings entered his home and seated themselves in a circle.  As always, Jack snarled at them and as always they snarled back before laughing.

Jack had three older brothers—Jeremiah (whom wasn’t present and rarely was), Jamieson, and Jaron.  He also had younger twin brothers—Jared and Josiah.  Their mother had had a love affair with the letter J when it came to naming her offspring.  There were no girls in their immediate family, but they had plenty of female cousins who’d assumed the role of pesky, little sisters.

All six Mann sons looked so alike with long, black hair; rich, emerald-green eyes; and big physiques.  Though they all had restrained strength and a deep reserve of honour, that was where the similarities ended when it came to their demeanours.

His father’s soft, wise voice interrupted his quiet observations.

“Your brothers are concerned, son, as am I,” Samson spoke softly in Cheyenne.

Jack knew it was serious whenever his father spoke his mother tongue.  Leaning his elbows on his thighs and linking his fingers between his knees, he looked at his father silently.  He knew he wasn’t meant to speak.

“You have been indecisive. Incidents have gone without a ruling. There is talk about you, son, talk that your brothers, your mother, and I are worried about. There are whispers of a challenge—”

“Who would dare to challenge, Jack?” Jared burst out in English.

All of his other brothers rolled their eyes.  Samson directed an indulgent glance at his youngest son before speaking.

“Calm yourself, Jared.  They are whispers only.  No formalities have begun—”

“Father—”

Samson held up a hand, effectively halting Jack’s words.  “Son, you must find the source of this deep yearning or you will begin to lose your grip on your position. Weakness is not an attribute afforded to Alpha.  I know you are aware of this.”

Jack nodded, knowing that though his father couldn’t see the gesture, he could sense it.

Samson reached a hand out and touched Jack’s stubbled cheek.

“I am fine, Father.”

Samson shook his head.  With a smile, he turned to his other sons and made a pronouncement.

“Your brother believes he has found his mate.”

Though Jack’s heart stuttered, he didn’t say anything in response.  Despite the fact that he was blind whilst in human form, Jack thought Samson was all-seeing.

All of Jack’s brothers stared at him like he’d suddenly grown another head.  Jack looked at his father and saw the smile on his face. With a scowl he turned to Jamieson, whose initial shocked expression was slowly transforming into a grin.

“What are you smiling at?” Jack asked his Pack Beta.

Jamieson shrugged casually, his massive shoulders rippling beneath the blue T-shirt.  “You are Alpha, Jack.  More of our people will be assured with your mate by your side.”

Jack suddenly saw Destiny kicking him when he’d been in wolf form.  Good Lord, Destiny Smith his mate? No.

Adamantly no.  Not at all.  No way, no how!

Jack didn’t realise he was shaking his head and saying those words out loud…until he heard the snickers.  Looking up, he saw his brothers and father practically pissing themselves with laughter.

What the fuck?!  He growled deeply, reminding them quickly he was Alpha. They stopped laughing…kind of…when they got good and damn ready.  And even when they stopped outright laughing, they remained grinning like fuckin’ idiots. He growled again and ran an agitated hand through his hair.

His father patted his shoulder.  “Son, you have found your mate.  Have you let her know who she is to you?”

“She is not a shifter,” Jack announced sourly.

“A human?” Jamieson Mann asked his little brother, his voice deep like a thunderstorm.  Jack shook his head.  “Then what is she?”

“Vampire,” he admitted.

Samson did the most peculiar thing at Jack’s admission.  He threw his head back and roared with laughter.  His five sons stared at him like he’d lost his mind, yet he paid them no mind and continued laughing. When he finally calmed himself down, he regarded Jack with mirth-filled eyes.

“I wish you luck, Alpha,” Samson said and left, effectively closing the meeting.

All but Jamieson followed their father, who took the seat Samson had vacated. The two of them stared at nothing in particular, which was good because Jack couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a couple of seconds.

It was all her fault!

Jamieson leaned back in his seat and exhaled noisily through his nose.  If they’d been outside, women would be staring.  Women couldn’t help but ogle the Mann males, especially the Alpha and Beta of the Black Ridge Pack, who looked like they were always on the verge of ripping the shit out of anyone.  They looked dangerous—even when they were happy.  Not that Jack was happy at the moment.

“A vampire, Jack?” Jamieson asked after a few more silent moments.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jack growled.

Jamieson gave him a look that clearly said he so didn’t give a damn Jack didn’t want to talk about it—a look Jamieson gave to him all of the time.  Jamieson also ignored the glow in Jack’s eyes that signalled danger to his opponents…or passion to his lovers.

Not that Jack had any lovers now…because of her.

“I’m not talking to the Alpha. I’m talking to the snot-nosed, shithead kid brother of mine.”

Jack scratched his stubbled jaw, trying to stop the frustration from clawing its way out of him and spoke softly in Cheyenne.  “Jamie, she left me.”

Jamieson smiled.  “Oh, shit.  The one that got away, eh?”

Jack nodded forlornly.  “She doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Jamieson scowled.  “She said that?”

It was Jack’s turn to frown. “No—”

“What did she say?”

“Apart from Jack, oh, Jack!?” Jack inserted a little humour into his voice.

Jamieson rolled his eyes. “Seriously...”

Jack looked back at the wall and took his time answering.  Rising, he headed outside, not able to stand the confines of the room anymore.  Ambling over to the massive side porch, he leaned against the column and finally spoke.

“She’s the one who took the Shelby.”

“You told me it was in the shop,” Jamieson said, clearly trying his damnedest not to laugh.

“She stole it when I was asleep,” Jack admitted.

“She stole it!” Jamieson practically yelled.

“Yeah, after he did her all night long!” an amused female voice said from behind the Alpha and his brother.

The sudden flashed arrival of the vampire contingent brought the rest of his brothers back to the house.  Though none of the other wolves approached, they openly stared at the picture Astarla Montague made as she stood with their Alpha. Five of the baddest motherfuckers available surrounded her.  Her motley band of bodyguards consisted of two vampires, two shifters (handpicked by Jack himself), and a human who had no powers but was from somewhere in the South, the land of moonshine-drinking, gravy-on-everything, football-watching, gun-toting lunatics.  And whilst they were dangerous individuals, embracing her was the most dangerous individual of all—her husband.

Star wore her normal outfit of black and she made it look good.  All held their breath as the Alpha stood and enveloped the soon-to-be Ruler of the Western Vampire Nation. Such liberties were part of the relationship that had been built between the vampires and shifters back when Samson had been Alpha.

Jamieson bowed his head. “Empress Montague.”

Astarla took his hand in both of hers, mainly because it was so damned huge.

“Please, Jack is part of our family.  I can’t have my new shifter brothers calling me that.  It’s Star or nothing,” she said with a smile.

Jamieson returned the gesture.

“Watch yourself, Jamieson,” Lukas warned as he stepped up next to Jack and his wife.

Jamieson rolled his eyes at Lukas.  “The only reason she married you is because she didn’t meet me first.”

Whilst Lukas hugged Jack then shook Jamieson’s hand, they got involved in a bunch of grunting they considered conversation.  Then, Lukas spotted Jamieson’s custom-made Ducati motorcycle and it was on.  Kissing her and warning her to stay out of trouble, he ambled off with Jamieson to have a look at it.  It was all good because Star couldn’t wait to talk to Jack, who looked like shit warmed over.  She tried her best not to let her glee show.  It wasn’t that she was happy he was miserable; she was happy he wasn’t happy without her sister.

Her bodyguards moved back a respectable distance to give her and Jack much-needed privacy, but they formed an impenetrable circle around her. She was almost able to ignore them now, although it had taken her several months to get used to them.  She smiled, recalling the first time she’d seen the bodyguards.  Thinking they were there to hurt her man, she’d almost mortally wounded two of them.  They’d all had a little talk after that incident, and now the one vamp’s face was healing up quite nicely whilst the other’s limp was almost gone.

“How’re you doing, Jack?” Star asked her husband’s best friend who had the potential to become her very own brother-in-law if he didn’t fuck it up.  Then again, he was a man, which was why she was here to keep the inevitable fucking up to a minimum.  Being Empress had its perks and she wasn’t above starting a war between vampires and shifters to make her sister happy.

“Good.  How was the honeymoon?” Jack asked.

Star could tell that he was trying to be polite.  She bet he didn’t want to know shit except how Dessie was.

“Great, a lot of sex.  Good for me,” Star said with a smile.

When Jack only returned her smile half-heartedly, she knew he hadn’t heard a damn word she said.

“You didn’t come to the Thank You party we held.”

Star and Lukas had thrown a party for all those who had been involved with the wedding. Two people had been noticeably absent:

Jack and Destiny.  Neither had responded to the numerous letters, e-mails, phone calls, or text messages.

Star had heard what the Locke Brothers had revealed to Lukas on their return to the mansion.  She’d immediately called her sister, but Destiny hadn’t answered her phone until after the party was finished.  Both of them were being stubborn, so Star needed to see her sister and Lukas needed to check on Jack.

She’d flashed over to Dessie’s beloved garage and saw Dessie was mostly fine, which was a helluva lot better than the Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack and Supreme Alpha of Northern Hemisphere was doing.  Jack looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backwards, hit by an 18-wheeler, and trampled by a herd of buffalo. The stubble around his jaw line made his already deadly looks even more dangerous, and his green eyes were bloodshot. His clothes, though stylish, looked like they needed a prayer meeting with an ironing brigade.

He’s in love with her! Star spoke with her husband.

She smiled when Lukas burst into laughter.  He has told you this?

Not yet, but you saw him! He looks like shit that’s been flushed twice!

My little Star, a wordsmith.

Star flipped him the finger, forgetting that it was just she and Jack on the porch.  A female Beta saw this and thinking Star was disrespecting her Alpha, charged without thinking.

You’re not allowed to interfere, Lukas continued in her head.

Yes, I am.

Try it, Star.  I really don’t need a reason to spank that delectable ass, but hey, if you give me one, I’ll take it.

Ass.

I’ve been called worse.

All of this went on as three of the five guards surrounded her whilst Jack Mann, who’d placed himself in front of her, growled the Beta female into submission.  Throat was shown, apologies were issued, and all was right again in the world.

“Sorry, Jack,” Star said.

“Not your fault at all, Star,” Jack said softly.

“Have you tried calling her?” she asked.

Jack scowled.  “Who?”

“Who do you think, dude?” Star asked.

Jack ran his hands through his hair.  “I have no idea where she is.”

Star’s eyes widened in surprise.  Her shock kept her from responding for a few moments.  Though Jack looked at her, he remained silent.

“Wow, I think you just reached an all-time low there, Jack,” Star said.

“What do you mean?”

“I think you actually crossed into the box labelled ‘bitch’ with that line.”

Jack didn’t say anything although he turned slowly to look at Star.  She didn’t say anything, either, merely raised her eyebrow in challenge.  He was Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack.  He was Supreme Alpha of Northern Hemisphere.  He wasn’t afraid of fighting anything—vampires included.  Yet, he was afraid to fight for his mate.  That was some bullshit, and she didn’t feel bad for calling him on it.

Jack couldn’t recall being called a bitch…well…ever.  And after Star did, he was pretty sure he didn’t care for that…at all.  But he couldn’t really reprimand her because a) she wasn’t a wolf shifter; b) he really wasn’t in the mood to fight Lukas; and c) she was one hundred percent right.

Five

Destiny tried not to grimace as she battled with a lug nut. Though it was almost twilight, she could see clearly.  She’d been in her garage all day, so the sunlight had been a constant companion. The sun affected vampires differently.  Some hated it with a passion and remained indoors during daylight hours.  Some couldn’t care less and just walked around as normal as any human. To be fair, she knew humans that fit into those same categories.  She smiled, thinking it ironic that vampires who enjoyed the sun were called daywalkers and humans who preferred the night were called vampires.

Destiny was neither.  She had always been different.  She had a love-hate relationship with pretty much everything…sun included.

Now the moon…that was a different story.  She had a BDSM relationship with it.  A lunar vampire, she wasn’t ruled by the sun; she was ruled by the calendar.  Whereas most vampires had to feed daily, lunar vamps only had to feed once a month or when injured.  That worked for her because she was always too knee-deep in some adventure to worry about feeding and the like…except when chocolate was involved.

Grinning, Destiny remembered the surfer she’d dated a few years back.  Or was it decades?  Oh, well, she couldn’t really be bothered with pesky details like time when eternity stretched out before her.  She hadn’t surfed, but she’d spent the whole of daylight at the beach hanging, chillin’, keeping it real.

The surfer dude had always wondered why she would disappear during the full moon. He’d teased her about being a werewolf and she’d teased him about being part dolphin because the man had practically lived in the water. They’d parted ways when they both realised she might have actually liked his Dodge Viper more than she liked him…except she definitely had liked his car more than she’d liked him.  Plus the car had a hotter nickname.  The car was Viper; the surfer was Flipper.

Despite her torrid affair with his wheels, they’d remained friends.  No harm, no foul with him.  One of the few.  It seemed the older Destiny got, the stupider men became.

Two centuries ago, she’d been the craziest bitch known to man.  Well, she and her sisters.  Disliking the myriad social rules that pertained only to women or those of colour—many times both—she’d rebelled in every way she knew.  She’d spent pretty much the first half of the nineteenth century causing scandal after scandal and getting out of said scandals by the skin of her teeth.

Some peeps collected flags from the countries; she collected inappropriate lovers and convictions of petty crimes.  Most mornings she’d woken up in one of two places: in the bed of some guy whose name she couldn’t remember, or jail.  The guys she could handle; the jails, not so much.  Regardless of how cool the movies made it look, prison sucked ass.  If not for her Star and Jaylee, the early 1800s especially might’ve sucked monkey balls.

As always, Destiny got all nostalgic thinking about them.  Even back then, Star had diplomacy…along with that impressive rack.  Starbright could sweet talk her way out of almost anything.  She could also sweet talk her way into all kinds of sweet deals.

On the other hand, Jaylee had a conquering gene somewhere in her shifter DNA.  If Star couldn’t talk them out of trouble, Jaylee simply fought them out.  Like Attila, Jaylee didn’t have a problem marching through territories and invading them for shits and giggles; although unlike him, she bathed regularly and refrained from raping her way to world domination.  Like Genghis, she pursued an aggressive foreign policy.  Those in their way got their asses handed to them.  Like the Aztecs, she could not only adapt to harsh realities but thrive under them.  Put Jaylee in a sniper-infested swamp and she’d develop a taste for snipers and build chinampas.  Unlike the Aztecs, though, she didn’t require all of that human sacrifice to her gods…probably because she’d been having a bit of a disagreement with her gods for pretty much the whole of her life.  And like Pharaoh Thothmes III of Egypt, she never lost a battle.  That was why her nickname was Attila Genghis Aztec Thothmes III…and why they simply called her Jaylee.

And then there was she.  Destiny didn’t have Star’s diplomacy or Jaylee’s passion for guerrilla warfare.  Nope, she simply had crazy on lock and knew how to soup up anything that had wheels.  So whilst Star was busy negotiating and Jaylee was busy fucking up shit, she was in the background acting like a lunatic and rolling up with the getaway wagon, carriage, or muscle car.  Sure, she might get into shit, but she drove up to it in the hottest ride of the day and hauled ass from it the same way.

And now Star was Empress and shit; Jaylee was God only knew where doing only God knew what; and she was elbow-deep inside of the 7-litre 415 horsepower, slate silver 1968 Dodge Charger with chrome mags and accessories.  Destiny was in heaven. Sure, not as much heaven as a romp with Jack Mann would’ve produced, but heaven nonetheless.

Destiny wrenched the lug nut too hard and felt it split.

Dammit! Now she would have to wait until the stores opened the next day to get the particular nut that would fit under the carburettor.  Throwing the rag onto the motor casing, she stood back and perused her work.  She was almost finished with the makeover on the most gorgeous of muscle cars.  It was amazing what two months without sex could do for a restore job!

With a couple more sighs and one last glance, she clapped her hands and grinned like she always did when the lights went out.  It was a good thing humans were lazy as hell, because damn, she loved modern inventions.  Singing, she made her way to the apartment above her workshop.

Glancing at the large mag wheel clock on her kitchen wall, she saw it was early.  What to do, what to do?  Her programs were being recorded so she needed something else to occupy her time. Making her way to her balcony, she briefly wondered what day it was and where the others had gone.  Looking out at the street from her perch, she saw the full moon reflected at her.

Oh, shit.  Sure enough, the hunger began to rise.  Off to feed, it was.

*«*»*

Jack felt his body shudder as he swallowed the fifth swig of tequila from the bottle Jamieson had pressed into his hand earlier. His brothers in either stupidity or wisdom had decided he needed a good old boys’ night out.  As a result, he was stuck in the back seat of the glossy, fire-engine red ‘67 Chevrolet Impala.  Jared, who occupied the passenger seat, was singing badly at the top of his lungs. Jack smiled and thought of his Destiny. Then his brain recited that little phrase...His Destiny.  More than fate.

Jack cringed as Jared tried to hit a falsetto note that didn’t sound right at all considering his normal voice could barely get above bass.

“Where to now, Jack?” Jaron asked, looking at him in the rear-view mirror.

Jack really preferred Jaron kept his eyes on the road as he drove, but he didn’t say that.  Sighing, he checked on the two remaining cars in their entourage, which were the same model but different colours. The car Jamieson drove was black; the car Jeremiah drove was sky blue; and each vehicle was loaded with trusted friends. It was a full moon so there would be a hunt, but not until they got their Alpha well and truly wasted. Jack believed Samson had ordered the night out, especially because Jeremiah was in attendance.  But Jack wasn’t angry at his father’s interference.

“Woo hoo!!!!” Jaron called out to a female on the street.  Jack chuckled at the woman’s eye roll; she clearly didn’t appreciate the catcall.  But the woman was a stunner, though: slim, tall, blonde and everything he had always lusted after...until her.

“Strip bar!” Jared yelled.

Jaron’s eyebrows rose in the rear-view mirror, but he just threw a grin over his shoulder and sped down the street towards the nearest one.

*«*»*

“Girlfriend, c’mon, get up,” an effeminate voice coaxed. Destiny opened one eye and immediately wanted to close it.  The bright neon lights assaulted her as she attempted to open the other eye.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she questioned hoarsely.

“Sweetie, the girls are gonna be right pissed at you if they think that you’re fucking with their corner,” the non-threatening voice cautioned.

Destiny’s eyelids lifted slowly; but as if being pulled by a bungy cord, they kept falling closed.

“Girls? What?” Destiny struggled to find her bearings.  With a deep breath, she tried to sit up.  It was during that little process she realized she was a long way down.

On the ground? What the fuck?!

Destiny’s eyes finally cooperated…and stayed opened.  Mercifully, someone had slipped her sunglasses on her face.

“Sweetie, you’re on The Avenue.”

“The strip bar street of the city?”

“Yep.”

Uh-oh.

“I saw you get thrown out of there,” the person pointed towards one of the hottest male strip clubs.

Destiny grinned, then frowned, then scowled harder.  “Those motherfuckers!” she spat whilst getting to her feet.

She stepped off of the curb, paying no attention to the surprised exclamations from the men in the fire-engine red 1967 Chevy Impala. So focused on hurting the bouncers for throwing her out onto the street, she didn’t even hear the growl that emanated from the man in the back of the Impala, and definitely didn’t see the glowing emerald eyes that devoured her like a starving man.

Jack had been lost in another memory of Destiny Smith when Jaron had suddenly slammed on the brakes.  A curvy woman with soft curls had stepped off of the curb and into the path of the car.  Jack had snarled at the inconvenience of almost getting whiplash.  Then, seeing exactly who the crazy woman was, that snarl had turned into an all-out growl.  Watching her stalk across eight lanes of traffic without minding the cars that narrowly missed her made the growls increase in volume.  Then when she skipped around to the darkened back of the famous avenue where danger lurked in various forms, his growls hit unprecedented levels.

How dare she be so careless with her life?!

Jack demanded Jaron hit the brakes.  The car skidded to an immediate halt in the lane closest to oncoming traffic, using it as a makeshift parking lot.  Jack had been out of the Impala almost before it came to a complete stop, and he knew his brothers and Pack mates were right behind him because that was how they rolled.  They kicked ass and never bothered asking questions.

Cutting across traffic, he ran behind his woman.  His wolf hearing allowed him to easily catch the heated exchange between Destiny and the bouncer.  Jack wasn’t surprised that Destiny’s muttered curses dominated the conversation.  Nor was he surprised when he rounded the corner just in time to witness her launching herself at the bouncer.  Trust Destiny to take on the biggest motherfucker in any fight.

He’d have much to say about that later.

Jack watched her swing her tiny fists wildly.  One of the other bouncers stepped in and lifted her off the ground, yet she never stopped throwing punches.

“I’m not going to tell you again, lady. Get the fuck out of here!” the bouncer said as he pushed Destiny hard enough to throw her back several feet.  Picking herself up, Destiny launched herself at the motherfucker, even though her strength was almost drained because she hadn’t fed yet.  She’d been trying that when this bouncer had pulled her off the dude and thrown her out!  She’d never had to resort to raping a man, and the donor she’d selected had been all over her, so she didn’t understand what the fuck the bouncer’s problem was. And she sure as shit didn’t appreciate him tossing her out like she were garbage.  She shuddered, thinking of what could have happened if anyone other than—damn she really had to find out that cross dresser’s name—had found her.  Though she could normally kick freakin’ ass, she was severely weakened at the moment.

“I warned you!” the bouncer yelled in her face as she wrapped her hand in his T-shirt and tried to head-butt him.  He managed to free himself from her grip; and though someone was pulling her from behind, she broke free.  She ignored everything but trying to hurt the hulk of a bouncer.  Using the last of her strength, she jumped up and kicked the bouncer square in the jaw.  And though it must’ve hurt him, he simply shook his head, pulled back and punched her.  There was nothing she could do but fall and hope that her landing didn’t hurt as much as the bouncer’s fist did.  But she didn’t hit the ground.  Instead, she fell into strong arms.  Arms she recognized, even in her weakened state.

Jack had tried to get to Destiny as fast as he could.  Though his wolf had been triggered at the sight of her, something about the man she was arguing with had piqued the dangerous part of it.  But before he could get there, Destiny had caught the man in the jaw with a wicked kick and the bouncer had retaliated with an uppercut that sent her flying.

Everything went still. Sound ceased. No one moved.

Something about the way the bouncer watched his woman rubbed Jack the wrong fucking way. It was one thing to ban her from the club, but another thing to manhandle her like he’d obviously done.

How dare that bastard look at his Destiny as if she were insignificant?!

Jack felt the change coming and he didn’t even try to stop it.

Destiny was handed to another someone who felt just as big as her Jack.  All she saw after that was a blur of long black hair; and when the blur disappeared, three of the bouncers lay in a pile after a fresh-off-the-grill ass whipping.  Before she could wonder about the asshole bouncer who’d punched her, she witnessed him fall to the ground dead.

“Oh, fuck!” Destiny yelled before throwing back her head and laughing.  The men surrounding her watched her with variations of shock and surprise. Their eyes went from her to Jack to the pile of shit he’d just ended.

When Jack turned around, she laughed harder and pointed at him. Jack lifted her gently by her hips and cradled her against his chest.  Her laughter slowly dwindled down to a chuckle, then to a couple of giggles here and there, as he carried to the car.

Destiny’s laughter was like hot fire across Jack’s senses.  It burned away the aching and longing he’d felt these past two, long months without her.  His Pack mates and younger brothers were handling the dead man and his colleagues. The survivors would remember nothing. The dead would never be found.  The authorities would probably chalk up his disappearance to an accident, but Jack didn’t give two shits.  The motherfucker had hurt his woman.

No one. Touched. His woman.  And lived.

He settled Destiny in the passenger side of the vehicle; but as soon as she got in, she immediately scooted over into the driver’s seat. She glanced at him with her crazy grin still in place.  Despite the bruise on her jaw and her customary state of dishevelment, she looked good enough to eat.  Jack felt his incisors lengthen and his cock get hard.  He also heard Destiny’s sigh of impatience.

He looked up at the return of his brothers and Pack mates.  None of them attempted to come near his woman.  Instead, they all crawled into the remaining two vehicles and awaited his orders.  He thanked his brothers with a nod.

“Today, Jackass, we’re holding up traffic!” she said as she patted the passenger seat.

Jack gave Destiny directions to Wild Dogs, the canine sanctuary he owned and operated with the entire pack. The ride was ruled by Destiny’s idea of music and her choice of conversation topics, which were so diverse he’d immediately gotten lost when she’d started speaking. But Jack didn’t care. He couldn’t take his eyes off his Destiny. The wind pulled her hair every which way and she drove as fast as the Impala allowed.  She also talked so animatedly that every now and then she expressed herself with her hands…both hands…at the same time, leaving the car to steer itself.  Luckily, he had fast reflexes; yet every time he reached over to grab the steering wheel, she swatted his hand away.

None of that mattered to Jack. All that did was her scent once again invading his wolf senses. Not that he’d forgotten it, but actually being in the presence of the woman who’d taken his mind, body, and soul reminded him of why he felt her so strongly.

“Who are you scared of, Jackie?” Destiny asked as she spied the huge gate at the entrance.

“No one. The gates are to keep others safe from us,” he said, reaching across her to press the button on the visor that opened the gate.

“O-kay,” she mocked and manoeuvred the sleek car through the gates.  He directed her to the main house where he resided.  The smattering of houses that lined the long driveway belonged to his immediate family.  Thankfully, they were far enough apart that the sounds of the orgasms he planned to give Destiny as soon as he returned from his Hunt wouldn’t keep them awake.

As soon as she threw the car in park, she jumped out of the car and pulled the hood release.  She had her head under the hood before it was completely up.

When the two other Impalas parked on either side of the car Destiny had driven, she got wet.  She was in automotive heaven!

“Oh, that is divine!” she moaned as she caressed the chrome air cleaner mounted over the carburettor. The motor was hot against her fingertips but the clean lines of the motor made her shiver orgasmically. A growl reminded her that she wasn’t alone. Reluctantly, she looked at the men surrounding her. Her face went from the warm glow of a woman discovering the joys of what made a vehicle go vroom to surprise as her gaze fell upon each male.

She grinned at Jack who looked very, very angry.  “Oh, shit! Hey, Jackie, there are dudes bigger than you!”

“Leave us,” he growled. The men dispersed immediately.

Jack clamped his hands around her hips and walked up the steps of the log cabin.  He slammed the door behind him as he set her in front of him. His eyes and windblown hair only added to the wild look he had going for him.  Destiny’s gaze travelled hungrily over her big, big, big man.

Oh, hell, I’ve missed him! the thought popped into her head unheeded.

“How’s it going, Jackass?” Destiny asked him calmly as she took a look at the interior of the large house. The room was filled with Cheyenne objects and artefacts.

“You steal my car, leave me some bullshit note thinking it was okay with me that you stole it, then gave it back—!”

“Wow, you just cussed,” Destiny said, cocking her head and looking up into Jack’s eyes.

Jack paused.  His pupils seemed to take over the green irises, yet she didn’t know if that was due to the dimness of the interior or something else.  Before she could figure it out, Jack did something Destiny didn’t expect.  He shoved his face into the area between her shoulder and neck and breathed in her scent.

Destiny didn’t move. She’d had a shower, so she was sure she smelled like the gel Star had brought back from her Pacific Island honeymoon. Jack nuzzled her neck; and though it felt good, she took a cautionary step back.  Jack followed.  He looked all predatory as they silently did this weird dance. Jack stalked toward her and she backed away until she finally hit a wall.  Being that she had nowhere else to run, she thought Jack would stop; but instead he continued to slowly approach her until she had a wall of hotness at her front that rivalled the hard wall at her back.

Her eyes were wide. He moved sinfully slow, and his hands came up to lay his palms flat on either side of her head. He drew closer, never once breaking their eye contact.

“What did I tell you, Destiny?” he asked against her mouth, his voice no more than words wrapped in a growl.

“Huh?”  Her lips tingled as his brushed against hers.  Hell, her entire body did, simply from having him near her. She couldn’t say anything else considering her brains were somewhere near her pussy.

“About you putting yourself in danger or into fights—”

Destiny scowled at Jack.  “Dude, honestly, I had it handled—”

Jack shook his head and grazed his mouth across Destiny’s, effectively shutting her up. Her eyes remained open as she watched Jack lick his lips, inadvertently slipping the tip of his tongue between hers.  The combination of his nearness and his sweet, tequila-flavoured tongue made Destiny instantly wet…well…wetter than she already was.  Jack pressed his open mouth onto hers and it was all she could do to remain still.  She had an overwhelming desire to consume him.  Their tongues were gentle at first. Destiny enfolded her arms around Jacks big, thick neck and rocked her hips into him.  He held her arms there and lifted her off her feet.

“Wrap your legs around me, honey,” he growled in between hot, wet kisses.

Destiny complied.  Jack walked through his home with her wrapped around him. Finally, he reached his bedroom and kicked the door open so hard it hit the wall.  With one of his huge hands palming the cheeks of her ass, he buried the other in her curls.  As soon as he walked into the bedroom, he headed straight towards the ornate, heavy oak bed that dominated the room.  Though he didn’t release her lips, he allowed her to slide down his body.  It was a slow but delicious journey.

Sitting her on the bed he pulled back.  “Rest here, honey.  I’ve got to go for a few hours,” he said softly.

“What the fuck? I know you are not going to get me all worked up and just leave me here! Who the hell does that?!” Destiny yelled and started to move off the bed.

Jack gave her no warning.  Opening the drawer, he pulled something out and suddenly she was flat on her back.  Oh, yeah, come to Mama, Jackie! her pussy crooned. Jack was right where she wanted him—between her legs.  He ground his big cock into her, allowing her to feel his weight for a moment.  Destiny couldn’t stop the hiss of pleasure from escaping.  The man just felt too damn good, knew how to play her body too damn well for her to do otherwise.

“I will talk to you more about tonight when I return,” Jack said as he held her arm up above her head before bending and kissing her.

Before Destiny could tell him off for being such a dominating motherfucker, his tongue found its way between her lips and she forgot her own name.  Her eyes closed and she gave herself up to every feeling Jack gave her.  She should’ve been frustrated by his actions, or lack thereof.  The fact he was holding her arm at such an odd angle irked her because it meant she couldn’t use it to drag his big, fine ass closer.

She didn’t emerge from her Jack-induced haze until he pulled back and stood.  She went to follow him but her body wasn’t cooperating.  Looking back, she saw why. Jack had handcuffed her to the iron bar on his headboard.  Though he left enough room for her to move, that wasn’t the point.  She didn’t mind kinky, but she needed her hands free in order to have her way with his body.

“Oooh, naughty, Jackass.  I didn’t think you were into that.  Does this mean that I get to buy a leash and collar for you?”

Jack didn’t respond to her taunt.  Instead, he casually crossed his arms over his massive chest and smirked.  Her eyes narrowed, then turned a burning caramel-colour as she prepared to tell him off.

Jack was prepared for Destiny’s temper.  He knew any argument they had would be far outside the realm of normal; so when she spat that leash and collar remark, he wasn’t all that surprised.  What surprised him was the fact her anger turned him on so good.  He didn’t know his cock could get so hard.

His heart reacted just how he knew it would.  It began beating a tattoo that was as wild and uncontrollable as the woman on his bed tempting him like nobody’s business.  Jack stood still and let Destiny’s words wash over him.

“You do realise you’re on Pack land as we speak” Jack said softly.

“Oh, yeah.  Hey, what?” Destiny stared at him, confusion clouding her face.

Jack swallowed before answering.  “I’m the Alpha of the Black Ridge Pack and Supreme Alpha of Northern Hemisphere.”

Jack watched Destiny’s face.  She looked pensive.

“You think I can’t take y’all in a fight, right? That’s what you’re saying.  Of all the arrogant motherfucking things to say!  You wolves, you’re all the same.  You think you’re stronger than everyone else!

“Ohhh, look at me.  I’m just a big baby who can’t help herself. Ohhh, I need a big, strong man to fight all of the bad guys for me,” she purred sarcastically.  “Man, you can just shove that shit right up your ass, you fucking bastard! I can fight, dammit! Sure, I haven’t got any fancy moves—!”

“Honey, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but you can barely fight off humans.  How would you expect to fight a whole Pack?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m just a little hungry is all,” she responded.

Jack frowned at her, obviously sceptical.

“I am! I haven’t fed for a couple of months…”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she realised her mistake.  Staring down into her eyes, he charged back to the bed, visibly attempting to rein in his temper.

“Why have you not fed for so long? You have endangered yourself—”

“I was busy,” she interrupted.

“Trying to kill yourself?” Jack asked angrily.

“Jackass, honestly, this whole Alpha thing seems to have gotten to you.  I’m gonna let you in on a secret.  You are a werewolf.  I am a vampire,” Destiny spoke slowly as if explaining something simple to a child.

Jack’s eyes narrowed.  “Meaning?”

“I answer to The Society.  You answer to your Pack and Elders.  I am neither of those things,” Destiny said softly.

Though she was angry, she still got turned on watching Jack’s muscle tense and relax as he obviously tried to keep his wolf at bay.

Oh, yeah.

“You need to feed,” Jack said, abruptly changing the subject.

Destiny frowned at him, but before she could tell him to mind his own business, he pulled his shirt apart revealing that huge chest. Oh, Lord.  Destiny’s mouth watered.  Reluctantly peeling her eyes away from that wide expanse of chest, she looked into his eyes.  It was a long way up being that he stood so close.

“It’s not that simple, Jackie—”

He shook his head.  “This is one area where I will not compromise with you, my Destiny.”

She pouted.  “You’re not the boss of me!”

He came impossibly closer.  “Please…”

Destiny bit her lip.  She could feel his pulse.  He was offering her his blood?

Oh, dear.

“I’m merely ensuring the safety and wellbeing of my woman—”

“Whoa! Hold your horses, there, pal!” Destiny shouted.  “I’m not your anything!”

Jack didn’t understand why she was being so stubborn.  Yes, he did.  It was because she was stubborn…and beautiful…and his.

“I will not argue with you about this,” Jack said angrily.

Destiny didn’t speak but her face said plenty.  Stepping back, he watched the myriad emotions flit across her features.  When she cocked her head and looked at him quizzically, he knew he desperately wanted to know what sort of thoughts ran through his Destiny’s mind as he needed every advantage he could get.

“What?” he asked, not understanding why she was rejecting his offer.

“Jack, if I feed from you there’s a chance I could turn rogue.”

He scoffed.  “Your will is too strong.”

Destiny smiled softly at the compliment he gave her.  “You’re just saying that so you can get into my pants again,” she joked.

Jack grinned before leaning down and whispering against her ear.  “Not at all, honey.  I can get inside you now and I know you’re hot and wet for me, aren’t you?”

Destiny tried to deny it, but then the bastard kissed her.  One touch and she was creaming all over the show.

“Jack, look, I just don’t think you understand the repercussions of what you’re offering,” Destiny said once he released her lips.  For once in her life, she was actually serious.

Jack gave her that indulgent fucking smile she was beginning to hate and wrapped the hand that wasn’t being held out to her around the back of her neck, leaning in close.  Shuttering, she licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Honey, I know you’re going to make it good for me.  Let me care for you,” he rasped.

Destiny shook her head.  The motherfucker might not be vamp, but damn if he didn’t have the most compelling fucking voice in the world!

“Jack, I will be able to see things you have been through, things you have done, thoughts of—”

Jack dug his fingers into the muscles at the base of her neck.  Her lips parted in a sensual gasp at the feelings he evoked.  Her muscles loosened immediately and she melted like chocolate in a Southern summer afternoon.

Yep, she was definitely getting more and more poetic! Destiny thought with a giddy giggle inside her head.  She was also getting wetter.

“Feed, honey,” Jack whispered and pressed his wrist to her mouth.

Though she shook her head, she gripped his decadent hair with her free hand and pulled his mouth down for the hottest kiss she’d ever given any man.  She said thank you in that kiss.  She said so many thank yous that she almost forgot why she was thanking him. She might’ve never remembered had Jack not raised his head and exposed his strong neck.

Seeing the vein tempted Destiny as she’d never been tempted before.  Taking her time she kissed a trail down his neck, finding a spot she wanted. Destiny had never fed off a man as big as Jack.

But Jack wasn’t just any man. Jack was the man she loved.  And just as she’d never fed off of a man as big as Jack, she’d never fed off of a man she loved.

Destiny wrapped her lips around a small area just above the clavicle.  Her fangs elongated and, inhaling a lungful of her man, she penetrated his skin.  The moment his blood touched her tongue, her whole body clenched in pleasure before an explosion of lust such as she’d never felt in all of her centuries rocked it…and that was saying something as she’d actually been blown up before.

Ah, the good old days when any Tom, Dick, and Harry could go to the general store and get dynamite.

When Jack growled in the back of his throat, that low, guttural sound crawled through her and claimed everything it touched.  Destiny’s brain burst into colours as she fed from Jack. She felt the sense of belonging.  She literally shook from the emotions that rose inside of her as his feelings washed through her mind and made a beeline for her heart.

Pulling back with a moan, she swiped her tongue over the small pricks to begin the healing process.  Instead of letting Jack go, she held on for a few moments, trying to catch her breath.  She’d never…oh, goodness.  The wounds began to heal immediately. Holy shit. In humans it took a good twenty-four hours; with a wolf, it was almost instantaneous!

Wow!

She felt lethargic from the feed. She looked up at her big, big, bad man/wolf and smiled.  Jack leaned down and took her lips in a deep kiss before rising.  Destiny was finding it too hard to keep looking up, so she just kept her eyes front and centre, which put her eyes almost level with his cock.

If Jack thought he was riding need before, he was wrong.  Having Destiny feed from him had need straight whipping his ass.  He hoped she didn’t think she’d be feeding from anyone else for the rest of their lives.  He wanted her; but first, he needed to hunt and she needed to rest.  That meant she had to stop staring at his crotch.  His jean-imprisoned cock jerked in response to her scrutiny.  It wanted her and unlike him, it wasn’t being subtle about it.

“Rest now, my Destiny.  I must hunt.  I will be back soon. There are guards at all of the entrances and exits so do not attempt to leave me.  Sleep peacefully, honey,” he whispered as he covered her with the light comforter.  He couldn’t help but smile when he heard her snores.  Trust his woman to fall asleep before he finished giving her instructions.

Stepping back, Jack groaned at the picture his woman made.  She should always be spread out on his bed, satiated from what his body did for her.  Rejecting his cock’s plea to wake her up, he gave her one last kiss before stepping away.

He made quick work of his clothes…well, as quickly as he could considering his jeans were strangling his cock.  When he was bare-assed naked, he shifted.

Before he padded from the room, he looked back, noting even his wolf couldn’t resist Destiny.  She was their mate.  Once outside of the house, the wolves waiting for him came forward.  With their shared language, Jack informed the strong, male guard wolves that if they allowed Destiny to leave he would kill them.  When he was sure they understood him, he then warned that if any one of them touched his Destiny, he would kill them…slowly…and then kill off every male in their immediate family.  None of them questioned their Alpha, which was a good thing.

Jack grunted, and then he and his brothers left for the Hunt.

Six

For the first time since he could remember, Jack did not enjoy his Hunt.  His mind was on his mate, unable to shake the feeling something was wrong.  But since he didn’t get any distress howls from the wolves he’d left to guard her, he remained out.

He’d never been so glad when Jamieson ended the Hunt after an hour.

Jack knew his brothers wanted an explanation but he didn’t have one.  Because they were blood, they’d kept quiet during the hunt.  Nothing was said until they returned to the Alpha residence.  Shifting, they walked into the house and retrieved their clothes.

Though it was warm, Jack was shivering. Jamieson reached out and touched his brother’s shoulder.  Instead of his usual reaction, Jack turned and stared blankly, almost like he couldn’t see him. Before Jamieson could question Jack, a scream from the direction of Jack’s bedroom shattered the silence. All five Mann brothers burst into the bedroom.

Destiny was in the throes of her nightmares. She was so deep inside of them that she was levitating as far as the handcuff would allow. She twisted and turned.

Seeing her fighting her nightmares hurt Jack.  Closing his eyes against the pain, he realised he could see Destiny’s nightmare.

Flames were eating away at everything.  A dark figure holding a sword approached a screaming female vampire.  There was a heavy, threatening silence.  Everything slowed down, allowing Jack to see the malice that permeated his Destiny’s sleep in vivid detail.  The woman’s head was lopped off, rolling through the flames to stop at the little feet of a child.  Jack’s wolf snarled, disliking its mate being threatened even in her dreams.

Someone shook his shoulder. “Jack!”

He snarled and turned to see who had dragged him from his woman’s nightmare. The bedroom was silent.  He turned back to his bed and found Destiny staring at him with wide, caramel eyes. Her lips were parted as she panted from the exertion of her nightmare.

“Out now,” he growled at his brothers.

They moved swiftly; and though Jack was full of violence, Jamieson remained, returning his agitation with calm.

“She needs to be cleansed.” Jamieson voiced Jack’s innermost thoughts.

Before he could reply, Destiny snorted from the bed.  “Says the dude who’s got blood all over him.”

Jamieson turned his eyes on her; and in typical Destiny fashion, she raised her eyebrow at him, daring him to say something else.  She didn’t realise she was goading the Beta of the Black Ridge Pack.  But even if she did know, she wouldn’t have cared.

“You know I’m right,” Jamieson said to him.

Jack nodded curtly.  Apparently enough for Jamieson, who gave Destiny a mock bow before quitting the room.

Though Destiny had just finished seeing all of his hot brothers naked, only Jack made her react so wantonly.  Only Jack caused her heart to skip a beat.  Only Jack caused everything in her to go haywire.  Now that she had fed and rested, her body reminded her that Jack hadn’t seen to her sexual appetite.  Taking a moment to check him out, she bit back a moan.

“Damn, Jack, even with the blood you look fucking hot” Destiny said with a quick lick of her lips.

Jack didn’t say anything but he moved so that he was sitting beside her.

When he didn’t make any further moves, Destiny jingled the cuffs to get his attention.  “You think you can let me go now?”

“I can take them away,” Jack said softly.

“Then do it, big, bad wolf.  I wanna touch all of you,” she said whilst giving him a lust-laden look.

“Not the handcuffs.”

“Oh, you wanna do it all kinky like? Should I act coy and shit? I can do that.”

“Your nightmares; I can remove them,” Jack said gently as he brushed one of her errant curls off her forehead.

Destiny grinned at him.  “Oh, yeah, I know exactly how you can remove them and my panties!”

“I’m being serious, Destiny.”

Destiny cocked her head to one side and was silent a moment before answering.

“So am I, Jackie.  You being naked and all is not helping me.”

When Jack reached out and cupped her head in his huge hands, she looked up into his glowing green eyes.

“We have Shaman who can deal with your nightmares.”

“They’re just bad dreams, Jackie.  Nothing to worry about,” she said with a shrug.

Jack heard her bravado and in that moment he hated it.  He knew Destiny tried to shrug off her nightmares because she didn’t want to appear weak…not even to herself. Still, he’d seen them and they had caused his wolf to howl in protest.  He could only imagine what they’d done to her over four centuries.  He wasn’t going to let this go.  She was his mate. He couldn’t let it go.

“Bad dreams that cause you to levitate and scream in your sleep?” Jack asked pointedly.

Destiny swallowed hard and shook her head. All of a sudden, she seemed reluctant to look at him.

“I’m starving, how ‘bout you?” Destiny asked whilst still avoiding his eyes.

Jack blew out a breath laced with frustration.  With a sigh, he stood and reached for his jeans.  Though he pulled them on, he didn’t bother buttoning them all the way.  He smiled, knowing Destiny watched him raptly.  Her bottom lip was tucked under her upper teeth, her eyelids were heavy with desire, and her body was humming with need.  Letting out a low moan, she jingled the cuffs to remind him to unlock her.  Reaching into the bedside, drawer he retrieved the key and quickly unlatched her.

He didn’t see it coming.

As soon as Destiny was free from the cuffs, she used her replenished strength and the height of the bed to kick him in the side of the head.  Not expecting the blow, he fell to his knees.  Before he could recover, she used another one of her crazy moves and kicked him again.  Jack grunted, as he was kicked not once but twice in the same spot.  Destiny was right.  She had no technique, but she was fast—really fast! And she was also nuts.  Jumping off of the bed, she ran. Jack chuckled as he sat up and then climbed to his feet.  He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and took his time as he strolled after his mate. He could find her easily by scent, but it was simply more convenient to follow the sounds of her talking shit.

“Hey, look, it’s a full moon; y’all should be off howling at it or whatever it is you guys do,” Destiny said to the six wolves that surrounded her.

She tried moving, but they all moved with her.  She jumped over them but when she landed a few feet away, they still surrounded her.

“For goodness sake, dudes.  Hey, what was that?” Destiny asked as she pointed to a clump of trees a good hundred feet away.

None of the wolves took the bait.  They had their orders and they followed them.  Jack silently waited, wondering how long it would take Destiny to realise he was there…and he was Alpha…and this was a battle she could not win.

Eventually, she sighed in defeat, and he waited for her to face him.

Dammit.  Obviously, she wasn’t going anywhere unless Jack wanted her to.  Dammit.  Dammit.  Dammit!

She was about to turn around when her skin prickled.  She turned back to the clump of trees, opening her senses wide to feel for the malice.  Her skin had been prickling more as of late; but since she couldn’t register it anymore, it’d have to wait for another day.

Instead, she continued to look around and took in the beauty of the night…and the howling coming from all directions.  Strangely enough, the howling didn’t bother her as much as the man behind her.  Oh, she could handle “fuck a girl into a coma” Jack Mann but “let me love you” Jack Mann was a whole ‘nother story.

Blowing out a breath, she finally turned.  “Good night for a stroll, eh?”

“If that’s what you want,” Jack answered softly.

Destiny couldn’t peel her eyes off of the fine motherfucker.  He was still barefoot and shirtless, but he’d taken time to wipe the blood from his body.

Destiny didn’t answer his question aloud.  She simply nodded. Jack walked up and took one of her hands in his.  She didn’t know why, but she let him. She wasn’t into PDAs, but she couldn’t help but feel so fucking comfortable with her big, big, big bad man/wolf.

“So, tell me about this place,” Destiny said cautiously.

Jack heard the directive; but more than that, he heard the caution in her voice.  Instead of leading her to the house, they went in a different direction.  He walked her past several kennels that housed numerous dogs.

“It’s a sanctuary for all canines,” Jack began.

“All? I thought wolves didn’t like to share territory,” Destiny talked over him.

Jack shook his head.  “This isn’t about territory; it’s about helping the helpless,” he said softly as he rubbed his thumb along the inside of Destiny’s wrist. Feeling her pulse accelerate, he did everything he could to calm his woman.

“So, you lock them up?” Destiny asked, approaching the wire fence.

Jack followed and stood behind her.  “For their own safety and only during full moon.” He placed his hands on Destiny’s soft hips.  Though he was tempted to press up on her, he just kept his hands where they were.  Destiny still moved away from him, though.  Smiling, he simply followed her.

“So who lives in those?” Destiny asked, pointing to the houses down the long, wide driveway.

“Pack members.”

“And those dudes with you tonight are your brothers, right?”

“Yes.”

“You guys all look alike,” Destiny said quietly.

Jack gently pulled her against his chest.  He kneaded the back of her neck with one hand, smiling more when she leaned into him and softly exhaled.

“Let me take care of the nightmares, Destiny,” he said softly.

Before she could refuse, he gently turned her around and made Destiny look at him properly.  Though her gaze didn’t waver, there was uncertainty in her caramel eyes.

“Jack,” she sighed.  “For four hundred years, I’ve relived that night.  I’ve tried recalling other memories, but I could never find them,” she whispered.

Though she hadn’t said much, she looked like she regretted revealing as much as she did.  Jack didn’t pressure her anymore.  He was glad she’d shared that much.  Picking her up, he carried her the few feet to his home.

“I can walk, you know,” she said into his shoulder.

Jack felt her grin and he did as well.  He liked when she smiled, even if most of the time it was at his expense.  Still, anything was better than that defeated look he glimpsed in her eyes.

“I know, honey.”

“Why do you call me that?  Of all the nicknames in the world, why ‘honey’?” Destiny asked whilst Jack lowered her onto the bed. He began to undress her, ignoring the handcuffs.

“You don’t like me calling you that?” Jack asked, pulling off her T-shirt and becoming enamoured with her bra.  It was made to tantalise; and from the look in Jack’s eyes, it was doing its job.

Forty bucks well spent.  Two seconds later, Jack ripped it off. Forty bucks very well spent!

“You do realise that costs money, right?” she asked.

“You do realise it was in my way, right?” Jack mimicked her.

Destiny burst into laughter.  “Wow, you fully got me there big, bad wolfie.”

Jack smiled slowly.  “Big bad wolfie?”

Destiny gave Jack an innocent look.  “You don’t like that?”

“You can call me ‘motherfucker’ for all I care, woman.  Now, spread ’em,” Jack said on a growl.

Destiny hadn’t realised she was completely naked.  Somewhere along the way, Jack had also undressed himself.  Now all he was wearing was that glorious hair and a smirk.  Kneeling at the end of the bed, he slowly began crawling towards her.

“Oh, shit,” Destiny said in awe as she watched her man stalk her on his hands and knees.

Grabbing her around her ankles, he pulled her beneath him.  He remained hovering above her, his hair enveloping them, curtaining them off from the world.  Destiny ran her fingers through his silky strands.

“I love your hair,” she whispered as she rubbed tendrils between her thumbs and forefingers.

“I love you, Destiny Smith,” Jack announced hoarsely.

Destiny’s eyes flew up to meet his.  Before either of them could say anything else Destiny tightly gripped his hair in her fists and pulled, not letting go as she kissed Jack like she’d never be able to get enough of him.

Destiny was frantic.  So was he.  His hands weren’t idle as she rubbed her hard nipples against his chest.  One of his hands was already between her legs, stroking the source of her heat. He inserted a finger into her and Destiny moaned into his mouth.  Jack smiled when her fangs scraped against his bottom lip.  When her head fell back against the pillows, Jack moved his mouth down her chin, her neck, and kept moving down until he settled between her breasts.

The scent of her arousal flooded the room and he inhaled deeply before suckling a nipple.  He could hear Destiny’s heartbeat beneath his lip beating in a staccato rhythm like his.  He laved her nipple, then gently bit it.  A just man, he made sure to give equal attention to both breasts. She arched off of the bed every time his teeth came into contact with the pebbled points.  The movement of her hips caused her to take his fingers deeper.

“Come for me, honey,” he whispered into her soft breast.

Destiny groaned when Jack’s thumb circled her clit.  The moan had barely passed her lips when he suckled and nipped her nipple especially hard.

“Yesssssssssssss!” she gasped through her orgasm.

As soon as the tension left her body, Jack slid his fingers from her pussy and brought them to his mouth.  Watching him lick her essence from his fingers pushed Destiny into another orgasm.

“On your knees, honey,” Jack said, his deep, rumbling voice causing her to shiver.

She barely had the energy to roll over; but somehow, she managed the position.  Jack left the bed and moved her around so her knees were on the edge of the mattress.  Standing behind her, he guided his cock slowly into her.  Destiny trembled at the power she felt in him.  Once he was in completely, he was still for a moment before pulling out and easing back in.  The feeling of his leashed power combined with his tender ministrations tumbled her right over the edge…and he was only on the first stroke.

“Oh, damn,” she moaned in ecstasy as Jack held onto her hips and rhythmically stroked her to orgasm.  His control inched her towards insanity; his patience tested hers.  She began to wriggle her hips a little every time Jack withdrew.  He merely chuckled and teased her with the head of his thick cock before painstakingly burying it back into her needy, wet pussy.  It felt good, but she was getting more and more agitated because he wouldn’t pound into her!

“Harder,” she whispered.

Jack did as requested.  Gripping her soft curls, he pulled her head back as he drove into her so forcefully she was sure he hit her womb. He kept that up through at least two orgasms, and still he did not quit.  Growling, he continued pistoning into her.  After her fourth orgasm, Destiny finally felt him start losing some of his supreme control.

Yessssssssss!  He drove into even harder and his hips hit the back of her thighs with greater frequency.  Oh, damn he felt so good, so good, so fucking good.  Tears springing from her eyes, she screamed out the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had.

Jack leaned over her and when she felt the pleasurable scrape of his canines, the orgasm that she was in the middle of had an orgasm. She screamed; he howled. She didn’t know who was louder when they came but she knew they were equally sated.

Jack gritted his teeth as he rocked into Destiny’s tight, hot pussy.  Feeling her orgasms rip through him had brought him closer and closer to the brink, but her last one had pushed him over.  There was no way, absolutely no fucking way, that he could hold back the wolf.  Clamping down on her shoulder, he’d marked her moments before he climaxed inside of her.  She tightened around him and nearly squeezed the life out of his cock.  Throwing back his head, he howled out his pleasure.

As soon as Jack regained his breath, he pulled out of Destiny despite her grumbled protests.  He grinned and kissed the shoulder he’d marked.  Brushing back her curls, he turned her face towards him and took her mouth in a kiss that rocked him to his core.  Feeling her body tremble from his touch and hearing her heart stutter from his voice, he deepened the kiss.

Satisfied he’d satisfied her, he drew away and padded to the bathroom.  Turning on the taps, he waited as the huge bath filled. Jack poured some bath salts that had mysteriously appeared in his bathroom into the steaming water. He’d be sure to thank his father later.  Right now, his thoughts were fully focused on his mate.

Destiny was the only woman he’d ever loved.  She was the only woman with whom he’d wanted to share everything.  She was the only woman…full stop.  Jack smiled to himself, feeling at peace with his decision.

Anticipating the pleasure of bathing his mate, he walked into the bedroom with a smile.  Finding his bed empty, a look that promised retribution replaced it.

Not again!

Dammit, his woman was impossible!

Seven

Lukas smoothed his fingers across his wife’s shoulder, which sported a tattoo with his and her name intertwined. He loved that tattoo. It had been done by the same tattooist who added to his Locke Brotherhood tattoo every decade.

A knock on the bedroom door interrupted his musings. It was just day break, so he wasn’t expecting company.  With a scowl, Lukas pulled on some jeans and stepped out into the hall where he found a concerned Craven.

“What’s wrong?” Lukas asked the man he was considering to be his replacement.

“Destiny Smith is here, sir.”  Lukas nodded but Craven didn’t leave immediately.  Lukas looked expectantly at the other man, waiting for whatever it was that he had to say.  “She has been marked, sir.”

Lukas’s scowl got worse.  “Who?”

“Smells like Wolf.”

Lukas’s eyes widened slightly, but he managed to keep his cool and nod at his second in command. Craven bowed before making his exit. Walking back into the bedroom he shared with his wife, Lukas contemplated waking up Star.  He didn’t want to as he’d worked her pretty good all night.  Glimpsing the satisfied smile on her face, he decided to see to Destiny himself. Pulling on a T-shirt, he dropped a quick kiss on Star’s beautiful mouth and then headed downstairs.

*«*»*

“How can you say something stupid like that?!  There’s no way the Chevy big block could win against the 6.1 litre SRT Hemi V8. I mean, yeah, it would be a fucking awesome race, but there’s no way it could outrun the new Hemi,” Destiny argued with Boris, who merely rolled his eyes at her statement as they sat in the kitchen.

“Depends on the driver—”

Destiny snorted rudely. “Dude, that’s like saying if your grandmother drove a Honda at Talladega she’d win...eventually.  Do you truly believe the words coming out of your mouth, Boris? I mean, come on; I know you’re Russian but—”

“What does me being Russian have to do with this conversation?” Boris asked the most annoying and crazed Vampire femme he’d ever met.  He’d known her since forever, and she’d been annoying for just as long.  But as annoying and mental as Destiny was, he couldn’t help but admire her.  The centuries had taught most vampires not to tangle with the Troika.

“Well, you don’t really have a reputation for making great cars,” Destiny said sympathetically.

Boris shook his head to clear it.  Whenever he had a conversation with Destiny Smith, he always left with a headache as he tried to figure out exactly what they’d been talking about in the first place.

“Boris,” Lukas said quietly as he entered.

Familiar with his Commander’s ways, he hugged Destiny and gave the Commander a polite bow before exiting.

Being alone with Destiny was always a new experience.  One didn’t know which Destiny one would get.  Lukas didn’t know exactly what to do; but he figured since she’d showed up at the crack of dawn, something must be wrong.  Walking over to her, he reached down and gathered Destiny in his arms, hugging her tightly. He smelt his best friend on her.

Destiny’s head was mashed against Lukas’s hard chest.  He smelt nice and his body was warm, but it was nothing like her Jack.

Uh-oh, ownership titles.  That was not good.

“Destiny there is—”

Suddenly the sounds of smashing glass and splintering wood interrupted him. Lukas scowled and Destiny dropped her spoon back into the bowl of cereal she’d been enjoying.

“Stay in the kitche—”

“Oh, fuck no! Move your ass, Lukey,” Destiny said as she moved quickly away from Lukas before he did something stupid like try and thrall her.

Before either of them could make a move, the kitchen doors burst inwards, actually coming off of the hinges.  A wild-eyed Jack Mann swept in and looked around until he locked onto her.  Destiny was pretty sure Jack was unaware he had the entire Locke Brotherhood trained on him.  Even if he did know, he sure didn’t look like he gave a damn.

“Woman!” his voice was so deep she could feel the wolf that was so close to the surface.

Her Jack’s features appeared to be extra sharp.  In fact, his face looked more human-wolf than anything Destiny had seen before.  And he was naked again.

Oh, yeah!  She licked her lips as she watched him.

Jack had had enough.  He wanted his mate and he wanted her now.  Spotting a Locke Brother who’d been dumb enough to step in his line of sight, he growled out a warning.  The Brother quickly moved aside.

“Come, Destiny,” he snarled.

Only Lukas stood between him and his Destiny.  Regardless of their friendship, Jack would kill him if necessary.  His woman had left him again.  His wolf howled within his chest.  He was angry.  He was tormented.  He wanted his mate.  He wanted her and people were in his way.  Given the turmoil inside him, he was unsure if he would leave anyone but the women in the house alive.  He tried to take a calming breath but he couldn’t.  Every time he inhaled he got a lungful of her scent.  There had never been a time when he’d been unable to control the wolf.  That was, until Destiny Smith had walked into his life.

The little firecracker rocked his world and calmed his heart.  She also came close to breaking it whenever she refused to share her pain or when she ran away from him and what they had. On his way over, Jack had decided his lack of control was all her fault.

Yep, all hers.

Destiny tapped her cheek as she contemplated her answer. “Ah, no.”

Did she just say no?  Hearing her refusal set him off all over again.  Jack swiftly moved towards her, battering at things left and right, not caring he was wrecking his best friend’s house or that he was naked.  Her disappearance had brought out his wolf; so naturally, he’d shifted.  So what he was naked and tearing up shit.  He didn’t give a fuck.  All he cared about was getting Destiny home, back to him, where she belonged.  She was, after all, his.  He’d marked her so that was that.

Destiny went back to eating her cereal, causing him to tear shit up faster in his haste to get to her.

*«*»*

Star had been enjoying a well-earned rest when she heard the unmistakable sounds of shit getting torn all to hell.  Briefly, she wondered if Jaylee was here.  Getting up, she’d gone downstairs only to discover her kitchen had become a war zone.

“Enough!” Star yelled as one of the Locke Brothers slammed into the wall beside her head.

Her eyes scanned the once pristine cooking area. The Locke Brothers lay scattered around her in various states of injury. Her kitchen doors were ripped completely off the hinges, and the heavy oak doors leading into the house hadn’t fared any better.  Jack was naked and looking all wild.  His body taut with aggression, he stalked Destiny.  She knew he’d tear up anything in his way, which worried Star because Lukas was in Jack’s way.

Focused on Jack, he stood in his fighting stance.  She just couldn’t have them going at it.  That was a lose-lose situation waiting to happen.

And where was Destiny? She was calmly shovelling cereal into her mouth and watching all of it like she would her favourite television program…which just happened to be Kung Fu Theatre.

Inserting authority in her voice, Star addressed the room.

“Boris, could you please find Jack some clothes?  Brothers, the rest of you may leave.”

She then regarded her bevy of personal bodyguards who didn’t even look surprised to see a war zone in her vicinity.  “If you guys don’t back the fuck up, there are going to be lots of people having a bad day.”

Lukas looked over at his wife and his cock got rock hard.  She’d always been hot, but everyday he discovered something new about her that turned him on.  He attributed his present hard-on to how good she looked giving people orders. He grinned when his men immediately jumped to obey her commands.  His Star sounded so sexy telling people what to do.  He especially liked it when she gave him orders, orders like “Fuck me harder; fuck me now!”

Striding fully into the wrecked kitchen, Star stopped several feet from Jack and spoke in a low tone.  His best friend immediately calmed, closing his eyes and exhaling.  Jack’s muscles became looser, his eyes lost the look of a wild animal, and his wolf settled and retreated…a few steps at least.  Though Jack had relaxed considerably, his focus remained on Destiny who still calmly eating her cereal, not looking at the man who loved her enough to kill everyone in the world.

“Babe, why don’t you take Jack to get dressed,” Star suggested aloud before speaking telepathically.

Please, Lukas.  I need to speak to Dessie alone.  She’s going to be resistant and I don’t want Jack to go crazy again.  Though he’s settled, the wolf is still very near the surface.

Lukas nodded and turned to Jack, who was still looking at Destiny.  Getting that wolf to leave his mate was going to take some doing.  He had no idea how to go about it, but apparently Star did.  She reassured Jack that she wouldn’t allow Destiny to leave.  Damn, his woman could talk stink off of shit.

“Jack.” Lukas held his arm out towards the now wrecked doors of the kitchen.

For a moment, Jack didn’t move, but then he inhaled and walked with him.

“Guys, give me some more space,” Star ordered the bodyguards.

They bowed slightly and walked the five feet out of the kitchen and took up post there. Star hid her grin and took her time pouring herself a cup of coffee.  She then grabbed a muffin before taking a seat across from Destiny.  She said nothing, enjoying her breakfast in silence whilst knowing it would bug the shit out of her sister.  This continued until Star had finished all but two bites of her muffin.

“Okay, fine!” Destiny exclaimed angrily before dropping her spoon noisily into the now empty bowl.

Star raised her eyebrows but didn’t say a word.  She merely watched Destiny run her fingers through her curls and huff.

“Your silence is deafening me, Starbright!”  Lowering her hands to cover her eyes, she soon gave up and simply laid her face on the counter.

“What’s going on, Dessie?  Why is Jack naked and wrecking my house?”

Though she didn’t leave the counter, she at least turned met Star’s gaze.  “He said he loves me.”

“And...?”

“Then he fucked me good and hard, you know, just the way I like it.  I was all like, yeah, yeah and then he was all—”

Star spat out her coffee.

Destiny swallowed hard and got back on track.  “It scares the living shit outta me, Star.”

Star would normally smile at her sister’s confession, but she didn’t.  She knew how difficult it was for Destiny to admit anything to that had to do with emotions she couldn’t control.  She knew because all of them were like that.  They’d made some schoolgirl pact to never fall in love and it had worked for a long time.

It had only taken Lukas about two centuries to convince her to break it; but since he had, she couldn’t imagine her life without him.  Thinking of how well he loved her caused her to fall into a smile.  Inevitably, whenever she thought of Lukas her thoughts turned to the baser elements of their life together.  The man was everything she needed and wanted.

“Can you not smile all crazy like that?” Destiny asked.

Star tried on what she hoped was a less-crazy smile.  “You love him.”

“Hell fucking no, bitch! He’s hot—he’s actually fucking hot. Damn, that man is hot.  Wow.  Do you know he has the biggest co—?”

“Stop! What the hell are you telling me?! Even though he was standing butt naked in my kitchen, I kept my eyes above his chin.  I can’t know how big my husband’s best friend’s cock is!” Star exclaimed.

Destiny laughed heartily.  “I was actually talking about his collection of cars.”

Star just gave Destiny the yeah, right bitch! look.

“And you can just stop thinking about my big, bad wolf’s cock, thank you very much” Destiny said softly.

Star grinned.  “See? You are so in love with Mr. Mann!”

Destiny grimaced and rolled her eyes.  “So?”

“What’s the problem?”

“He...you know,” Destiny trailed off.

“He what? Obviously fucks good and proper?”

“Oh, he’s amazing, Star!  He can also go for hours, and he’s so big everywhere!”

Star slapped a hand over her mouth as she pretended to gag.

Destiny stopped talking and laughed with her sister.

*«*»*

Jack dressed in some sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, which were the only clothes that came close to fitting him.  Lukas watched his best friend stare at the kitchen doors longingly.

“What’s going on, Jack? I’ve never seen you like this before.” Lukas asked the man/wolf he’d known for a century or so.  The two of them had had a common enemy they’d managed to defeat together. They’d been best friends ever since.

“She drives me insane!  When she left me after your wedding, I was fine.  I didn’t care.  Okay, that’s a lie.  I cared, but I was able to function.”  Jack shook his head and drew in a deep breath before continuing. “Until I saw her again, and then… I can’t give her up, Lukas.  I can’t make it without her.”

Sitting on the fifth step of the wide, sprawling staircase, Lukas looked over at Jack.  “Destiny and my Star are sisters you know,” he said helpfully.

Jack frowned.  “What the hell does that mean?”

“It took me a good two centuries to convince my Star she was meant for no one else but me,” Lukas said softly.

Jack raked a hand through his long mane of hair.  “I will not survive another day without her!”

“Have you told Destiny this?”

Jack nodded.

“Jack, have you told her you cannot live without her?”

Jack turned to Lukas.  “I told her I love her.”

Lukas shook his head.  “She needs to know what being loved by you means, Jack.”

Jack scowled.  “I need her.  I need to know whenever I turn my back she won’t disappear.”

“I understand that, I do, but you need to realise Destiny is vampire. We have differing ways to shifters.”

“She’s already informed me of our differences,” Jack spat.

“What has she told you?” Lukas remained calm in the face of his best friend’s frustrated anger.

“She answers to The Society and I have my responsibilities to Black Ridge and continent Packs.”

“Did she mention she’s also the most sought-after healer of our people? That there are none above her?”  Jack turned to look at Lukas, his eyes wide with shock. “I’m going to take your expression that the answer is a no.”

“My Destiny is a healer?”  Lukas nodded.  “Then why do her nightmares still haunt her?” Jack asked.

“That I know nothing about.  What I do know is there’s more to Destiny Smith than what you want, Jack.”

“There’s more to Destiny than what the whole of the world wants, Lukas, but I’m the one who loves her.”

“She’s important in both our worlds,” Lukas said softly.

“Yes, but Destiny is my world.  I marked her, Lukas,” Jack admitted.

“I know.”

“She doesn’t.”

A stream of cusses escaping the kitchen interrupted them.

“Ah, I think she does now,” Lukas said quietly as he watched Destiny storm out of the kitchen.  Though it might have taken him damn near two centuries to claim his own woman, one thing he’d quickly learned was an unhappy Destiny was an unstable Destiny, and an unstable Destiny was danger personified.  He didn’t want to be anywhere near her molten fury and thus flashed his ass the hell away from Jack.

Jack had known his Destiny would be mad the moment he’d decided to mark her, because yeah, that was just the way she was.  He could’ve told her what he was doing; he simply didn’t because he didn’t want her concocting some crazy-ass reason to get out of it.  Knowing Destiny, she would’ve figured something out then he’d have to start killing people…lots and lots of them.

He should’ve gotten the fuck out of dodge the moment the first “motherfucker!” left her succulent lips.  He should’ve at least tried to look apologetic for what he’d done.  But he was a wolf shifter and Destiny was his mate.

Instead, Jack was rock hard.  Even in full-on anger, he couldn’t help but react sexually to her.  Right now, he wanted to pin her against the nearest flat surface and surge into her creamy pussy.

He wasn’t leaving her; in fact, he’d chase her beautiful, crazy ass to the ends of the earth…and back…if necessary.  And knowing Destiny, he had a feeling he would…on more than one occasion.  But he’d chase her down every…single…time because she was his.

He also wasn’t apologetic.  He was Alpha.  Destiny was his mate and that was the way it would stay—at least until time ceased to exist; and even when it did, he’d file for an extension.

Destiny launched herself at him, and he shuddered from the feel of her curves pressed against him. He had to tamp down the wolf.  He could’ve defended himself but he didn’t.  Destiny needed this fight, so he’d let her have it.  He just stood there and took it.  All of it.

After tackling him to the ground, she drove her fist into his cheekbone. He was pretty sure it cracked, and the pain in his face caused him to lose the ability to hear momentarily.  He thought she’d be satisfied with one good punch, but he’d briefly forgotten how crazy she was although he’d always remember how beautiful she was.  Enduring the cyclone of punches and kicks, he had to dodge when she came dangerously close to taking out his left eye.

Before he could form another thought, Destiny wrapped herself around him.  Grabbing fistfuls of his hair, she hurled cusses at him, the likes of which he’d never before heard.  He might’ve been insulted if he could just concentrate on something other than how good she felt in his arms.  Damn, he hurt all over, but he’d take it if it meant she’d forgive him, accept him, and love him back.

He didn’t feel the shift of the atmosphere; but when he opened his eyes, he was inside an apartment that was covered wall-to-wall with classic car memorabilia.  If he didn’t know better, he’d swear his mate was involved in some kind of torrid affair with a muscle car.  His attention returned to the present when Destiny planted her knee in his chest for leverage.  Gaining her feet quickly, she damn near walked the tiles raw with her pacing.

“I can’t fucking believe you! What were you thinking? You fucking marked me Jack! You marked me knowing I don’t want anything with you!”

Though she’d left him on his back panting, her words had him on his feet in an instant.  Stalking towards Destiny as she ranted, he grabbed her arm and turned her to face him. Underestimating her reflexes, he took a punch to the gut that made his breath whoosh out of his body.  It hurt like a motherfucker, but he refused to let her go.

A moan almost escaped her traitorous mouth when Jack got all up in her space, but then he grabbed her and she lost the rest of her mind.

“Don’t manhandle me, motherfucker! You were wrong! You would give any other bitch a fucking choice! Why didn’t you give me one? You have no idea how wrong that was!” she spat.

Jack’s eyes glowed but she didn’t really give a fuck.  She kept cussing him.  She kept flailing out at him. She kept doing everything she could to push him away, but he was so fucking—him.  If he’d just hit her, or call her out of her name, or say he hated muscle cars, she could find the strength to hate him, but he did none of those things.

Jackass!

Destiny barely had control of her temper when Jack’s mouth came crashing down on hers.  She was holding on to the remnants of her hate by the skin of her teeth when his tongue breeched her lips and incinerated the cusses lining her mouth.  The dam of her anger was near breaking when he pushed his hot body all up on her and burst her need wide open, exposing her desires.  Her yearnings overwhelmed her when he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding his big, hard cock against her.

“I love you, Destiny.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you.”

“Ohdamnohdamnohdamn!” she chanted in between gasps.  She knew he could smell how hot she was for him, just like she could smell his wolf close to the surface of his skin.  So she was hot, needy, wanton, and holding onto her pride like a miser holds onto gold; but when Jack growled out his declaration of love, she’d become crazed.  It wasn’t the fact he’d said the words; it was how he’d said them.  His “I love you” was ripped from his soul.

Souls meant she had to think about God.  There were moments when she wasn’t sure she wanted to believe in a God that allowed the existence of so many bad things.  And she thought that knowing she was one of those bad things sometimes.  Destiny didn’t know if she’d make it to heaven when she died.  For that matter, she didn’t know a lot of things.  But in that moment, when she was wrapped up so tightly in Jack’s love, she knew two things.  One, she loved this man.  And two, she’d hit hell at the speed of light, burst it wide the fuck open, and split in half if she tried to deny it even one more time.  She loved Jack Mann.  She loved him.  She loved him.  She loved him…and one day she’d be able to actually say the words that overflowed from her heart.

Touching him like he was sugar lace, she softly kissed his mouth before drawing away.  Smoothing back his hair, she stared into his eyes and hoped he could see the love there.  “I hate you. I hate you so much,” she whispered.

His eyes blazed emerald, his heartbeat went into hyper drive, and his voice dropped an octave when he answered her.  “Hate me harder, Destiny.  Hate me faster, Destiny.  Hate me forever, Destiny,” he rasped as he rid himself of his borrowed clothes.

Destiny went wild beneath him.  He wanted harder; she’d give him harder.  She scratched and clawed and tried her damnedest to crawl inside of his skin even as she helped him get out of his sweatpants.  Feeling Jack shudder, she smiled and marvelled at the fact he held her so easily.  Hell, there were days when she could scarcely hold herself.  He hadn’t even let her go when he undressed; he’d simply supported her with one strong arm whilst using his other to rip off his clothes.  She loved this man and not just because he was strong but because, just because.

“Bedroom,” he rasped.

Destiny flashed them onto her bed because she couldn’t be bothered with directions, plus her mouth was full of Jack and she didn’t want to let go.  When Jack thrust two of his long fingers into her creamy pussy, her fangs suddenly shot out of her gums.  When had she gotten naked? When Jack started stroking in and out of her, she not only lost interest in the answer, she couldn’t recall the question.

“Come for me, honey,” Jack’s deep voice vibrated through her causing an avalanche of orgasms to descend upon her.

Destiny felt her body bow in shock.  When she buried her face in his throat and screamed his name, she felt him smile.  Flicking her clit, he again declared his love and pushed her over the edge once more.  Shivering in ecstasy, she lay back and responded to everything.

“Motherfucker,” she breathlessly whispered.

Settling himself against her headboard, he carefully gripped her hips in his big hands and simply held her suspended in the air.

“As soon as you have my child, I will be; but right now, I’m just practising,” he responded before slamming her down onto his thick, imposing cock.

She was on fire with want, and then Jack had to ignite it by whispering in her ear.

“I love you, Destiny.”

You know those moments when you think you’re dead?  Destiny had one of those.  Stars literally burst inside of her head.  Her back arched, her nails dug in, her hips rolled, and her body demanded more of the pleasure only Jack Mann could give her.  She didn’t say it verbally, but she might as well have with the way that fine motherfucker smirked.  How rude.  And that was the last thought Destiny Smith had for a long while.

*«*»*

Holding the piece of paper, Star paced the study. Lukas watched his wife do this for a moment before grabbing her around the waist and pulling her down on his lap.  Lukas bent his head to her fragrant neck and inhaled noisily.  Star laughed.

“What is it, little Star?” he asked hoarsely as he nipped at her earlobe.

“Jaylee,” Star answered breathlessly.

Sliding his hand around her waist, he burrowed it into her jeans and beneath her panties.

“What about her?” Lukas asked as his fingers delved into her pussy.  His thumb circling her clit, he worked her until Star squeezed his thick wrist with those thighs.

“Who?” Star asked.

“Jaylee,” Lukas answered softly.

“What about her?” Star asked with a frown.

He grinned knowingly.  “You were the one who mentioned her, little Star.”

He fingered her harder, deeper; and when he attempted to remove his hand from her pussy, Star slapped hers on top of his.

“If you take your hand away, I will fuck you up! Now, do it harder!” Star demanded.

With a chuckle, Lukas followed her order.  Nipping kisses along her neck and shoulders, he fingered her hot pussy exactly the way she liked it.  The symphony of their combined moans drowned out all other sound.  Wrapped up in their pleasure, Jaylee was forgotten.

Eight

Jack rolled over with all of the muscles in his body stretching and aching in that fucked my woman so good kind of way. Taking a deep breath, all he could smell was Destiny all over him…even though she wasn’t in the bed.  His eyes shot open, the emerald colour on the verge of glowing. Though he turned his head left, then right, it didn’t make her appear.  Destiny was gone!  Again!

*«*»*

Destiny adjusted the last piston. She went through her mental list.  All eight pistons secured.  Check.  Piston pins.  Check.  Pin fittings.  Check.

Leaning back, she looked at the completed motor in front of her. It was a picture of beauty with chrome fittings and a glass cylinder.  Getting the latter had cost her a little of her precious knowledge; but considering the absolute beauty of the engine, it was a sweet deal indeed.  Destiny sighed.  There was officially nothing left for her to repair.  After hours upon hours of meticulous work, she was finally done.

Closing the hood, she came face to face with a glowing-eyed Jack Mann.  She grinned at him in return.  Though he looked at her intently, his expression didn’t change.  He still looked pissed.  Okay, don’t know what that’s about, she thought.  Slowly the glow receded and she saw his breathing calm. He was naked—again—not that she would ever complain.  The man was pure eye candy with all that hard muscle and decadent hair.

“You weren’t beside me when I awoke,” he said, his voice tight with tension.

“I wanted to finish up with Barbara-Ann.”

Jack frowned in confusion.  “Who’s Barbara-Ann?”

“Her,” Destiny said and gently caressed the hood of the car with the tip of her finger.

Seeing Destiny hadn’t run from him allowed his wolf to back down.  Taking a calming breath, Jack took a moment to stare at the car.  He didn’t know what surprised him more: the fact she’d named her car or the fact she’d named it Barbara-Ann.

“You named your car?”  Destiny nodded with a shy shrug.  “You did all of this?” he asked in disbelief.

Destiny nodded again and lifted the hood, going straight into car talk.  Though he wasn’t a car expert, he knew she’d done a bang up job.  In a word, the completely restored 1968 Dodge Charger was smokin’.  Jamieson had owned one until he’d smashed it to pieces whilst racing with some friends.  All he’d talked about was that car.  It had been nice, but the one in Destiny’s garage blew it out of the water.

And Destiny blew that car out of the water.

There was so much he didn’t know about Destiny, but none of that mattered because the one thing he did know was he loved her.  Still, he owed her the words.

“There was no way in hell I was going to let the Big Block win, you know? So I got all the original parts and just cleaned most of them up, cos’ the main thing—aboffmph!” Jack had kissed the rest of the last word away.

She should’ve been mad as she didn’t like anyone interrupting her car lectures, but this was Jack and Jack kissed like he’d invented it.

“You actually built an entire car?” Jack asked when he finally released her lips.

She heard the incredulity in his tone and took offence at it.

“You doubt me? Why? Cos’ I’m a woman?” Destiny’s eyes narrowed on her Jack’s face.

“No, honey.  I do not doubt you due to your gender.  Just give me a moment to get used to the fact I’m in love with a woman all of my brothers will want.  You know they’re going to challenge me for you,” Jack said.

“What in all hell are you talking about?” Destiny asked as he took one of her hands in his and held it to his heart.

“I marked you, Destiny Smith.  In my world, you are mine; in your world, you still have a choice.  If you believe my feelings are not true and you cannot bear the thought of being with me, then I will let you go.”

Having done a little research, Destiny knew what the mark meant.  Knowing Jack as she did, she also knew how difficult those words had been for him to say.  She also knew he was lying his fine ass off.  He would never let her go—ever.  She knew he loved her; she could literally feel it, but she didn’t want to do this right now.  She attempted to tug her hand out of his grip but Jack didn’t relent.  Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her onto her pristine workbench.

“Jack,” she whispered but shushed when he shook his head.

“I can’t change that I’ve marked you, Destiny.  I am a wolf shifter and at times, I am ruled by the wolf.  Wolves are possessive; and when we love, we are slightly unreasonable.”

Destiny snorted.  “Slightly unreasonable? Jackass, you wrecked the Locke Mansion.”

“And it was all your fault,” he returned.

Destiny’s eyes widened in shock before narrowing in disbelief.  Oh, no this motherfucker didn’t!

“The hell it was, motherfucker! I told you—!”

Jack growled.

Destiny supposed it was meant to be scary, and it would’ve been if he weren’t naked! And if she didn’t know that he loved her.  And if she didn’t think he was kinda a’ight.  Destiny suddenly burst into laughter.  Kinda a’ight.  Jack Mann was all that…and then some.

Laying a hand against his smooth, hot, sexy-ass chest, she made sounds of appreciation.

“Damn, Jack, you’re so fucking hot,” she said as she leaned in and took a nipple into her mouth.

Jack moaned.  Destiny was doing him so good.  Damn, she knew how to play his body.  He would’ve allowed her to continue if he hadn’t heard her voice in his head.

I love you. Why can’t I say it out loud? I want to Jack.  I do, but I can’t.  Loving me can bring nothing but trouble.  You’ve already killed for me...that’s just the beginning my big, bad wolf.  I am not who you think I am.

Jack pulled Destiny’s head back so he could look directly into her eyes.  He had a telepathic link with his immediate family.  And though he could occasionally link with strong alphas, he’d never linked with another woman…ever.  Making sure that he had Destiny’s complete attention, he spoke via their link.

I can hear you, honey.

He watched as Destiny’s eyes rounded like saucers.  She attempted to pull away, but his hands stayed her hips and held her in place.  When she wouldn’t look at him, Jack continued.

I admit that loving you is an adventure, but I don’t want half of you, Destiny Smith. I want all of you.

Destiny shook her head.  I don’t want to burden you.

Jack grinned at his sexy little vampire.

So you continue to run away from me? You can’t do that anymore, honey.  I will always have this connection with you.  I will find you no matter where you try to run.

When Destiny opened her mouth to speak, he placed a finger against her lips.  She started sucking his finger into her tempting mouth, no doubt trying to distract him.  Jack smiled, savouring the attempt.

It felt good, but he was holding back because he needed his woman to realise how much he felt for her. Though his cock was so hard she could use it for a ledge, he didn’t touch her, which allowed him to hold onto a smidgen of control.  When Destiny finally understood he wasn’t reacting like she wanted, she stopped.

He could tell she was pissed.  Obviously, this wasn’t going to be easy.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were a Healer, honey?” Jack asked casually as he dragged her to him.

“I don’t heal anymore,” Destiny said with a hint of petulance.

“Why?”

“I choose not to.”

“And?”

“And what? I chose not to heal anymore so I don’t,” Destiny said with a scowl.

Jack brushed his hand over one of her heavy breasts.  Though he could smell her arousal, she didn’t arch into his hand, didn’t moan out his name or offer herself up to the only man who could play her so well.

He smiled at her refusal to react. “Lukas speaks as if you still do it.”

Destiny shook her head.  “Lukas doesn’t know shit. There are a lot of things you don’t know about me, Jack, things that will make you rethink this whole marking business.”

Jack watched his woman.  There was a tense moment when she didn’t look away.  Something shifted in Destiny.  He knew because he literally felt it before it was blanketed by white noise.  He wanted to know more about that situation but it could wait.

“How about you take me out for a ride in the car that Destiny built?” Jack suggested instead.

Destiny grinned at him. “Deal.”

When he smiled his acceptance, she jumped into his arms and hugged him.  “I dare you to ride with me naked.”

Jack burst into laughter and responded to her dare by kissing her.  He would’ve continued kissing Destiny, but he needed her to see him in a different way.  He needed her to see he was right in marking and claiming her as his mate.  He needed to prove he meant every word he’d said…well…all except that bit about letting her go.  That shit wasn’t ever going to happen.

“Maybe next time, woman.” Jack punctuated his answer with another kiss.  He made a mental note to thank Star for whatever she did that made a suitcase of his clothes appear in Destiny’s bedroom.

“Wow, never thought I’d say it, but guess what, Jackass? I do believe you’re chicken!” Destiny teased him.

He liked it when she did that.  Of course, he also liked it when she cussed him out, when she beat him in pool, when she…everything. Lifting her from the workbench, he headed back into her apartment to dress so he could prove exactly what sort of animal he was…and it wasn’t poultry.

Nine

Jack awoke as soon as he heard the first moan.  His heartbeat erratic, he opened his eyes and immediately reached out for Destiny.  He felt it…and wanted to kick its ass.  She was in the throes of another nightmare.  Curled in the foetal position, she whimpered. Rolling onto his side, he wrapped her into his massive arms and felt her nightmare slam into his brain.  It was different from the last time. And this time he didn’t see the dream through Destiny’s eyes, but rather from an outsider’s perspective.

Jack could see Star and another woman. The woman he didn’t recognize was covered in cuts and bruises, her clothes bloodied. Star looked worried, yet the bloodied woman looked anxious and angry all at once—heavy on the angry. He felt Destiny’s guilt even before he heard their voices.

I can’t do it! Dessie said.

Try harder, Dessie! The third woman demanded.

She’s done everything she can.  Do nothing more. We need to take him to someone else. Star said calmly.

No! I love him! It’s my fault he lies there! You have to fix it! I turned him!

You turned him?! Star gasped.

Jaylee, you know I can’t heal rogues! Destiny said impatiently.

The third woman turned feral eyes on Destiny.  You claim I am your sister, but you can’t even do this small thing I ask of you?  Leave.  I don’t need either of you! She then turned her back on Star and Destiny.

Jaylee, that’s not fair.  C’mon, you can’t expect me—

Before Destiny could finish the sentence, Jaylee turned and attacked her with a sword, her strength fuelled by her anger and pain.

Jack felt the burning sensation as the sword cut through Destiny’s chest as if it had been his own. He watched Star throw Jaylee away from Destiny with such force that she landed thirty feet away.  Star crouched over Destiny and pulled the sword from her wound before covering it with her hand.

Breathe, Dessie, breathe! What have you done, Jaylee? Star cried.

Jaylee watched Star and Destiny with anger and pain in her eyes before she shifted into a tawny-coloured wolf.  The wolf took one last look at Star and Destiny before loping off into the forest.

Jack felt the subtle shift from one place to another in Destiny’s dream-world. He saw the tawny wolf again. This time, the hazel eyes glowed with anger. There was a tinge of madness in the depths, a madness with which he was familiar as his own brother Jamieson had gone through something similar when his mate had been killed in a massacre. His brother had gone mad for a long while. He’d been brought back only with the assistance of The Shaman, but Jack could see that this wolf was almost beyond help.

He could feel the wolf’s intention.  He wanted to warn Destiny of the pending attack, but there was no need.  Destiny remained calm as the wolf silently stalked her.  She knew the wolf was there, but she waited until the last moment to turn so she could take the full impact of the charge.

The two of them rolled. Jack watched as the animal continuously shifted between human and wolf. During of the times Jaylee was human Destiny had a slow-motion moment. She raised her arm and thumbed off the cap protecting the needle before slamming it into Jaylee.  It took several moments and Destiny suffered several blows before the wolf fell back unconscious.

Jack felt the pain shred through his woman’s heart as she stood. Her struggle with Jaylee had sapped what energy she’d had, but the pain and heartache of what she’d been forced to do had taken its toll.  She hung her head, but not before he glimpsed her tear-filled eyes. Moments later, several vampires emerged from the shadows, Lord de Vires among them.  Whilst the other vampires dealt with Jaylee, Lord de Vires spoke with Destiny.

She will live, little Ajali.

Destiny shook her head.  She is battling with something no one can fix, my lord.

I have known this for a decade.

And yet you didn’t want to share that information? You couldn’t tell us that earlier?! Destiny asked angrily.

Ajali… Lord de Vires moved to touch her but Destiny stepped back and faced him with angry tears falling from her caramel eyes.  Her hurt and pain were evident and Lord de Vires almost flinched.

I couldn’t heal her True Mate.  She has every right to hate me, but I can’t believe you used me like this.  You knew she was on the verge of being all-out rogue.  You knew she hated me. You knew she’d come for me, yet you did nothing.  You used me and I helped you capture my own sister...

Destiny looked to where Jack stood.  He wanted to take her into his arms, but he was powerless in the dream world.  As if she could feel his need, Destiny turned to him and spoke.

I will never heal again, my lord. Never.

*«*»*

Destiny jerked out of her nightmare, still crying. She felt Jack wrapped around her.  He was like a hot brick wall at her back and she snuggled deep into his massive chest.  Her dreams still hurt, but they hurt a lot less since Jack was there.  He’d trekked to her dream world so he could understand her pain; he remained in the real world to share it and heal her.

He held her tightly and whispered into her hair.  “I’m here, honey.  I’m here.”

He gently rocked her in his arms and told her he loved her over and over.  Destiny held onto him.  She believed him.  And finally, she did something she hadn’t done in decades.  She fell into a peaceful sleep and dreamed of her future with Jack instead of her pain-riddled past.

*«*»*

Nafrini de Vires stood in the circle of her True Mate’s arms and waited for sunrise. Neither said a word as they watched the orange fireball slowly make its appearance. Once the sun had fully risen, Nafrini turned, linking her wrists around Serafeim’s neck, and pressed her body against his. She could feel his anguish and knew he needed her comfort.

“Star has been notified of Jaylee’s recent activities,” Serafeim said softly against her.

“What was said?” Nafrini asked, concern lining her features as she stared into her man’s eyes.

“Jaylee is uncontrollable.  Star is contemplating finding and dealing with her sister alone.”

Nafrini frowned. “What of Lukas?”

“He will do everything to prevent that from happening; but all of our daughters are headstrong at the best of times, and Star is no different,” Serafeim said.  As always, pride shone on his handsome features whenever he spoke of their girls.

“That will do him no good.  Should we speak with Star?” Nafrini asked.

“I do not believe it will make a difference,” Serafeim admitted.

“Should I send for The Guardian again?”

“Considering what happened the last time, do you see him improving Jaylee’s…ah...mood?”

Nafrini threw her head back and laughed.  Before she could answer, she found herself against the wall with Serafeim’s tongue in her mouth, hands in her hair, and cock in the vee of her thighs.

You are the light to my constant darkness, he purred via their telepathic link before deepening their kiss. When they finally pulled apart, he kissed a line across her jaw and down her cleavage.  And then he kissed his way back up.  Only when she was breathless from his ministrations did he pull away.

“The Guardian it is, then,” Nafrini decreed and then went silent as Serafeim flashed them into their opulent bed chamber. Nafrini didn’t feel her robes being removed, but then her True Mate was an Ancient of powerful proportions.  Serafeim had her hovering on the edge of orgasm in nanoseconds. Pushing him onto his back, she crawled atop him and seduced Lord Serafeim de Vires from the inside out.

*«*»*

“No,” Lukas said firmly as he watched his wife pace back and forth beside their huge bed.

Star came to a sudden halt and slowly turned her head to look at her husband.  Her eyes were wide with amusement, but her body was rife with temptation.  Encased in the black satin sheath he’d gifted her, all her goodies were temptingly displayed.  That was what had gotten them into their debauchery, and he wanted to continue said debauchery.  But after glimpsing the look his Star had shot him, he knew it was not to be.

“That’s cute how you think I’m part of the Locke Brotherhood,” Star said with a small smile.

Though Star had a beautiful smile, the one she gave him couldn’t be considered anything remotely resembling pleasantry.  Lukas didn’t return the gesture.  Sitting up, he left the bed they’d been frolicking in for the better part of the day. He picked up the jeans he’d tossed on the floor in his haste to bury himself in his True Mate’s body.

Though he was agitated, his movements were measured as he donned them.  Breathing deeply, he then turned and faced his wife.

“I will not allow you to place yourself in such a vulnerable position,” Lukas said sternly.

Again, Star shook her head; and this time, her smile turned feral.  Ah, so his little Star wasn’t backing down.  Fancy that, because neither was he.

“You will not allow? Again, I ask, since when did I become one of the Locke Brotherhood, Commander?” Her tone practically dripped with hinted violence.

Lukas walked to his woman.  His hands were unyielding as he gripped Star’s upper arms.  Looking directly into his True Mate’s eyes, he spoke through his teeth because his temper was so close to the surface.  Only his little Star could test his control thusly.

“You cannot bring Jaylee back.  She is to be judged by The Society, not you.  You are unable to convince them otherwise; you know this, Astarla.”

Wow, Lukas used her full name.  Whenever he did, that was usually a good time to back down, especially when he had that stubborn tilt to his chin that indicated compromise was not in the cards.  But since Star had no intentions of backing down either, she knew the next few minutes would be interesting.  A big believer in diplomacy, this was something on which she could not and would not compromise.

“I will do whatever I feel is needed to ensure my sister’s safety,” Star said and attempted to pull her arms out of her husband’s grasp.

Of course, Lukas had to be an ass and refuse to let her go.  “A sister who attacked and almost killed your other sister? A sister who hasn’t contacted you in decades? A sister who turned her True Mate rogue in order to keep him alive? Do you truly hear what you’re saying, my little Star?”

“There are circumstances you know nothing about,” she responded.

“Star, my men have hunted for Jaylee before.  So far, she has killed off everyone The Society has sent to capture her.  She was exonerated for that once it was understood she was under your father’s protection.  But she has committed other crimes within our Nation for which she hasn’t been judged.  I know you love your sister, but what about the Nation that will soon fall under your rule?”

Though her husband attempted to appeal to her sense of justice, it was not working. Neither was his blatant try to distract her with his hot-ass body.  She knew exactly what he was doing standing in front of her bare-chested and fine as hell.  His Locke Brotherhood tattoo and silky hair falling down his back like liquid silver highlighted his form.  Star clenched her fists and her thighs close to stop the onslaught of heat that travelled through her at lightning speed.

“I’m sorry, Lukas, I really am, but I’m going to get my sister.  You may not agree, but I’m not asking you to.  I cannot change who I love.”

“I’m not asking that of you!” Lukas exclaimed.

“Yes, you are.  With the exception of Dessie, everyone else has given up on Jaylee.  We’re all she has left.  Other than her mate, we’re all she’s ever had.  We know her like no one else and we can help her like no one else.”

Lukas contemplated his next words.  He didn’t want to say them as they would cause her pain, but they needed to be.

He gently cupped her face.  “You do realise that Destiny was the one who brought Jaylee into custody the last time?”

“Nice try, but Dessie would never get involved in The Society’s politics.”

Lukas inhaled and exhaled slowly before responding.  “It was ordered by your father, my little Star.”

For a second, Star wanted to stab him.  Lukas dropped that little emotional bomb like it was the trump card in a game of spades.  Star’s eyes burned with rage.  Taking a deep breath, she flashed herself from his embrace.

With a sigh, Lukas realised the honeymoon was most definitely over.

Ten

Jamieson watched the little vamp who had taken Jack’s heart by storm.  This was the first time any of the Mann brothers had seen the vampire since two nights ago when she’d initiated that brawl.  She’d already expended a shitload of energy flipping Jaron off and telling him that he wasn’t above an ass whipping.  As soon as Jaron recovered his tongue, he burst into laughter, which led to him being cussed out some more.

Currently, Destiny was sitting on Jack’s lap engaged in conversation with their father.  The feisty, non-stop chattering, cussing queen, little vamp definitely had her own brand of charm.  Though he suspected she was a tad on the crazy side, he was sure she loved his brother, witnessing the small gestures he knew she didn’t realise she did.

She continuously twirled a lock of Jack’s hair between her finger and thumb as she spoke, cussed, laughed, teased, and schooled them.  Jamieson couldn’t help but be impressed with Destiny as she made amused faces and flipped off his brothers in between answering the various questions thrown at her.

She seemed to take everything in stride.  And then his mother handed her a plate of chocolate cake. Their mother was of the opinion that no meal was complete without dessert and her favourite desserts always involved chocolate.  Hell, they all liked chocolate; but when the little vamp spied that chocolate cake, her eyes glazed over.  Destiny then looked back at Jack, who was busy laughing his ass off for some reason.

“Ah, um, thank you, Charity,” Destiny said as she held the plate like it had plastic explosive on it instead of the mouth-watering confection.

Jack pulled his woman back against his chest.  After cutting a piece of the cake, he lifted the fork and waited for his mate to open her delectable mouth.  He knew she wanted it, yet Destiny kept her mouth closed.  Biting her bottom lip, she looked into his eyes.

“Dude, you know what’s gonna happen if I eat that.”

Jack grinned widely, displaying his incisors to all in the room.  Hell yeah, he knew what was going to happen, which was why he’d asked his mother to make the chocolate cake in the first place.  Pulling her closer against him, he knew she felt his erection even before she gasped.  And though she still had that delicious bottom lip in her teeth, he knew she bit into her bottom lip for entirely different reasons now.

“I’m counting on it, honey,” Jack whispered hotly into Destiny’s ear as his tongue trailed a path from her lobe down her neck to rest upon the mark he’d made a mere twenty-four hours ago.

“Ahem!” Josiah coughed loudly, trying to get everyone’s attention away from Jack and Destiny, who were totally oblivious to the show they put on for them.  None of them had ever seen their Alpha so enamoured with anything. Their brother’s little vamp was close to finding out wolves were more than happy to mate in front of family or anyone else for that matter if the mood suited.  The brothers grinned as they all got a whiff of Destiny’s arousal.

Damn, she smelled delicious!

It was only when Jamieson growled low that all eyes turned away from the mated couple.  Shaking the scent of Destiny’s arousal from their nostrils, the rest of them quickly caught the other scent that had nothing to do with Destiny.  Suddenly all the brothers were stripping and shifting all at the same time.

Jack dropped a quick kiss on his woman’s mouth before standing and placing her gently back on the chair they’d shared.  Stripping, he shifted and waited for his father to join them.  He was sure Destiny would have questions, just as he knew mother would answer them.

Destiny didn’t know what the hell had just happened.  Turning, she looked at Charity with a slightly dazed look.  Wow, she was sitting in a room with her man’s mama and a big-ass chocolate cake.

“What was that about?”

“There’s a threat on Pack Land,” Charity answered, looking quizzically at Destiny as she approached.  “Is there a reason why my son becomes aroused when you eat chocolate cake?”

Destiny’s eyes widened and then she burst into laughter.  She was glad Charity joined her because otherwise she would’ve just seemed crazy.

“I have a funny reaction to chocolate in any form.”  When Charity raised her eyebrows in question, Destiny bit her lip.  “I get a little hyperactive.”

“Oh, that would be like me with alcohol.  I don’t even need an entire glass and I’m all over Samson like white on rice,” Charity admitted candidly whilst handing Destiny the plate of cake.

Destiny grinned at Jack’s mama.  “Wow, I really like you, Charity,” Destiny said in between bites of chocolate cake.

“Good, I like you, too, Destiny.  I especially like that you love my son. I can tell you will keep Jack on his toes for a long time to come,” Charity said with a smile.

“And on his back,” Destiny said with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Charity threw her head back and laughed warmly.

*«*»*

His father, brothers, and Jack could feel the intruders on their land. Moving as one unit, he led them through the forest.  Suddenly, he stopped and raised his muzzle to sniff the air. He caught an old, odd otherworldly scent. The pack looked around cautiously.

Demons? Jamieson’s deep rumbling voice vibrated in Jack’s head.

No, old, but not demonic, Jared said with certainty in his voice.

Vampires? Jaron suggested.

Jack thought he recognized the scent but was unable to place it.

Rogues, Samson said firmly.

On our land?  They wouldn’t dare! Jack said angrily, his eyes becoming brighter with every passing second.

They are chasing someone, Jaron said.

For a moment, nothing moved. Then a battered and bleeding tawny-coloured wolf emerged from the trees and sped past them. The Black Ridge Pack held position, waiting to see what came next, and a group of rogue vampires appeared.  The Black Ridge Pack sped after the uninvited guests. Running all out, Jack began to issue out orders.

Get the rest of the pack. It will take all of us to take them down! Jack ordered his youngest brothers.  Jared and Josiah immediately heeded him.

Father, you and Jamieson go wide. I need you to come from the west.  Jamieson and Samson broke away.

Jaron, follow me and come from behind.  I will head them off. Jack then put on a burst of speed in order to catch up to the horde chasing the tawny wolf.

Jack was familiar with all of the forests that surrounded the pack land.  He knew there was a clearing coming up, and it could be used to trap the tawny wolf if the rogues were also familiar with the land.  He made sure to lay low as he came to the clearing, nearly invisible. Just as he feared, the rogue vampires encircled the lone wolf. Jack caught sight of his father and Jamieson. In position, they awaited his command.  A few moments later, he sensed Jaron approach from the rear.

Whilst the others did recon, Jack sized up the enemies who had dared to violate their Pack’s land. He counted at least twenty, at most twenty-five. His brothers and father were extremely strong wolves, but rogues were notorious for their strength and dishonour, hence why only vampires hunted them.  Wolves were vulnerable except when in large groups.

We are one and a half—two at the most—minutes away, Alpha, Jared’s voice came through loud into Jack’s mind. Jack grinned.  His baby brother was always so efficient. He glanced back at the tawny wolf trapped in the middle of the circle of rogues. The wolf wasn’t backing down. Whenever a rogue made a move towards it, the wolf turned eyes that blazed fire on the culprit.  Jack couldn’t help but be impressed with the way the wolf fought.  It never stood still, continuously pacing and keeping its eyes on its surroundings.

It is a she-wolf, Samson said softly.

With a silent snarl of disgust, Jack reassessed the situation.  He had a feeling he should know this wolf, but he didn’t.  She was not known to the Black Ridge Pack, because if she were, he would’ve killed the rogues immediately.  No one fucked with his Pack—especially its females—and lived.  Where did this wolf come from?  Why was she here?  Before Jack could come up with answers, hell broke loose.

*«*»*

Destiny and Charity shared a moment of complete comfortable silence. Destiny grinned at her good fortune. Her wolf’s mother was totally cool, baked amazing chocolate cake, and made hot, big, big, big sons.  What was there not to love about Charity Mann? Destiny contemplated her answers when she felt the air move around her. Turning, she found Lukas and the Locke Brotherhood standing behind him in the room. Star stepped forward, surrounded, as usual, by her new bodyguards.

“I apologise for the intrusion, Mrs. Mann,” Star said politely to the former Alpha’s wife and the present Alpha’s mother.

“Oh, that’s all right, dear.  Would anyone like something to eat or drink?” Charity asked.  Having no takers, she rose.  “I’ll let you all talk in private, then.  I’ll just be the kitchen, dear,” Charity said gently and kissed Destiny on the cheek.

“Thank you, Charity,” Destiny said with a smile.

As soon as Charity left the room, Destiny turned to Star.  “What’s going on?”

“There are rogues here.  We believe they’re chasing Jaylee,” Star said quietly.

Destiny shook her head.  “Isn’t she...?” Destiny trailed off as she saw the banked anger in Star’s gaze.

With a small smile that was nothing more than a lifting of one corner of her mouth, Destiny looked Star right in the eye.  “So, you found out, eh?”

Star’s eyes closed for a moment.  “Why, Dessie?”

Destiny inhaled and met her sister’s look without flinching from the hurt and anger she saw there.

“She needed help.  Lord de Vires came to me and asked for assistance.  You were down and out and couldn’t help me help her.  I was out of options,” Destiny said.

Lukas and the Locke Brothers stepped back. Star’s bodyguards didn’t move a muscle.  Star approached and Destiny assumed a fighting stance…just in case.

“She was upset—”

Destiny shook her head sharply and frowned at the woman she’d known all her life.  “Jaylee was more than upset, Star.  She was almost rogue when she came after me.  I wasn’t going to ignore that and simply pat her on the head and let her continue the way she was going.”

“She’s our sister!” Star exclaimed.

“The woman I brought in wasn’t our sister, Star.  The woman I brought in was barely human.  Jaylee was the closest thing to a monster I’d ever dealt with.”

“She’d lost her True Mate!”

“He wasn’t her True Mate,” Destiny said softly.

“How—?”

“Look, Star, Jaylee was on the verge of rogue.  I know you’re pissed off about how shit turned out but deal with it.  Jaylee didn’t come after you.  Jaylee came after me and she kept coming and kept coming…even in my sleep.  So if you have a problem with me not waiting around for her to kill me, get over it.  I might be the craziest vamp bitch you know, but I’m not about to let someone kill me just to stay friends.”

“Dessie, that’s not—”

“Ladies, there’s a problem in the forest,” Lukas interrupted.

“Let’s go, then,” Destiny said and stepped forward.  When Lukas shook his head, her eyes narrowed to slits.

“You and Star are to stay here,” he stated.

“Don’t you dare!” Star said at the same time Destiny yelled, “Oh, fuck no, you didn’t!”

Rather than argue, Lukas and the Locke Brotherhood flashed out of the room, leaving the bodyguards with the women. Star and Destiny looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

Lukas grimly eyed the scene he met. There were injured wolves and yet the rogue vampires were far from finished. He caught sight of a tawny wolf watching from the trees; but when he looked again he didn’t see it. He briefly wondered if he’d imagined it when a wolf growling at his knees brought him back to the present.

No one touches the wolves, Lukas commanded his crew.  His men silently acknowledged his order and drew swords.  Without warning, they began dispensing smackdowns like only the Locke Brotherhood could.  Up to his ass in rogues, Lukas growled seeing his wife and her sister enter the fray.

“Shit!” He kicked ass on anything that looked even remotely rogue and stepped between him and his woman.

“Move, Dessie!” Star cried as she saw a rogue dripping in wolf blood rush her sister.  She tried to reach Destiny, but the rogue was faster.  Star watched in amazement as Destiny levitated just as the rogue went to grab her.  Destiny kicked in the crazy and took the rogue out using moves that looked like they came from bad karate films and the wild, Wild West.  They looked crazy but it worked beautifully.  Someone threw Destiny a weapon and she used it lethally.  Star was totally stunned by the display of violence, mainly because as a Healer Destiny had not been privy to defence and attack lessons like she and Jaylee had been.

“Why does everyone look like that when I kick ass?” Destiny asked as she brushed the ashes of her victim off of her jeans.

Before Star could answer, Destiny looked up and, with a dexterity she didn’t know Destiny possessed, tossed a dagger past her ear, imbedding it into the heart of the rogue that had been creeping up behind her. Star twisted her arm and sliced the head off the rogue.  Then, retrieving the knife, she handed it back to Destiny.

“Possibly because you fight like a stereotypical girl the rest of the time?” Star suggested lightly.

She caught sight of her husband, and he did not look pleased.  Well too fucking bad!  That made two of us!

He stalked towards Star and Destiny. Was it wrong to think about how fucking hot he looked at a time like this?  Another rogue got in his way and immediately met a gruesome end.

“Wow, he looks pissed.  You are sooooo in trouble Starbright!” Destiny sing-songed right before breaking into her trademark grin.

Star was about to respond when she felt a wolf nuzzling her knees.  Being that it was a freakishly large jet-black wolf with emerald-green eyes, she knew it was a member of the Black Ridge Pack, though not Jack.  She also realised it wasn’t nudging her to get her attention; it was nudging her to move back—and so was the wolf at Destiny’s knee.

“Fido, do not mess with me right now,” Destiny warned.

Another wolf joined in and not-so-gently nudged her sister, getting cussed out for its efforts.

“Don’t make me get the dog whisperer!” Destiny hissed.

“You’re part of their Pack, Dessie.  They’re trying to protect you because you’re their Alpha’s woman and all,” Star told Destiny softly.

The noise from the fight had dissipated.  There were only a few rogues still standing and all of the males—both two- and four-legged—were fighting their way over to them.

“But the ass-whipping’s almost over!” Destiny said before crumpling to the ground.  Star and the wolves were beside her in a second.

“What’s wrong?” Star asked, her worry etched into her features.

“Something...I can’t...” Destiny gasped out.  Her eyes went wild as she searched the area.

“What are you looking for? Dessie!”  Star yelled as Dessie struggled to her feet, stumbling around.

“I have to find...arrggh!” Destiny once again fell to her knees.

“Lukas!” Star screamed out to her husband.

Lukas was next to Star in a blink of an eye.  The two of them tried to carry Destiny to safety, but they couldn’t hold her.  She was writhing uncontrollably and levitating, all whilst in acute agony.  It made their task dangerous, especially considering the weapons in Destiny’s hands.

She could barely talk through her pain.  They couldn’t discern most of what she said until finally she muttered one word they all understood: “Jack...”

Destiny was on fire.  She tried to take a breath; but every time she moved, her lungs felt like they were being incinerated…slowly.  She couldn’t get past the burning pain in her side.  It seemed as if her skeleton was trying to climb out of her body…all at once…and in all different directions.

Dammit, she needed to find Jack!  She kept trying to convey that simple message; but since air couldn’t make it beyond her lips, words were having a helluva time.  Unless her brain was going to voice speech out of her ass, she was going to be in a world of trouble trying to explain.  Destiny cried out as something shattered through her head, briefly wondering if her head had actually exploded.  Not all the way, just enough to make her need a shitload of pain meds and a good plastic surgeon.

Would Jack still want to fuck me if I’m in a body cast?  Fuck, she needed to get to him.  Something was wrong with Jack.  Grabbing onto Star and Lukas, she dug up every ounce of energy and breathed out his name.

“Jack.”

“We have to get her out of here!” Lukas shouted.

Destiny began to shake her head wildly.  “Find Jack!”

Vampires kept trying to lift her; wolves kept trying to drag her off.  Rolling away she beat the ground with her hands in frustration.  “Jack!  Jack!  Jack!”

She didn’t know where she got the energy, but she really didn’t give a fuck, either.  Dragging herself to her knees and then her feet, she searched for the most peaceful place in her mind to help her clear out all of the pain.  She smiled when she found it.  The most peaceful place in her mind was Jack.  Closing her eyes, she staggered through the woods.  The vampires tried to get to her, but the crazy seeped out of her along with a little bit of “you don’t want none.”

The vampires didn’t understand but one wolf did.  He got behind her and emitted a growl that clearly said, “Keep your fucking hands off!” And then she had a pack of wolves surrounding her, howling out warnings.

She fell with every other step until finally she gave up trying to walk and simply crawled all over that forest, searching for Jack.  Her knees were cracked wide open and bleeding; her fingernails were caked with dirt; and the palms of her hands were raw, but she’d found him.  And though she was all kinds of fucked up, she gathered energy from who knew where and was about to kick some fucking rogue ass.

Lukas and Star followed Destiny’s gaze.  Jack’s human form was lying prone beneath two rogues who were about to feed off of him. Before anyone could stop her, Destiny went to her mate, snatching up a lone sword that was embedded in a pile of ashes.  Baring her teeth, she ran for the two rogues hovering over Jack.  She threw the sword into the air above them, leapt up, grabbed the sword out of the air, and twirled around like an F5 tornado, decapitating both rogues with a single swipe of the sword.  Ashes rained down on her and Jack.  No one said anything.  After all what could you say to that fucking awesome display of destruction?

*«*»*

Kneeling beside Jack, Destiny assessed the damage he sustained. Her hands remained steady as she lightly ran them over Jack’s battered human form. Damn, even fucked up he was still the hottest fucking man she’d ever seen.  He was breathing, although it was laboured.  Still, she’d take fucked-up breathing over no breathing any day.

“C’mon, Jackass.  Don’t do this to me,” Destiny whispered, discovering all the broken bones and ripped tissue. She looked into her beautiful big, big, big man’s face.  His eyes opened but the brilliant green was dimmed by the torturous pain he felt.  He quickly closed his eyes and his breathing almost stopped.

Honey, I think it’s fatal.  Jack’s deep voice whispered through her mind.

Destiny shook her head.  It didn’t escape her notice that in his close-to-death state her man didn’t mention the pain.  Instead he tried to block her from feeling anything, which only served to further weaken him.

No fucking way, Jackass! STAY WITH ME, MOTHERFUCKER! Destiny screamed into her man’s head when she felt his essence fading.

Honey...

There was so much love in his tone that Destiny almost gave in to her tears and pain.

“If you give up, I will fucking kill you, Jack! I mean it!” Destiny yelled.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, staring at her hands for a moment before turning up the bloodied palms up and lifting them to the sky.  She bowed her head and offered pleas and prayer to every bit of goodness in the universe.  She also beseeched God, using all the names she knew.  Keeping her palms up, she slowly brought her hands together.  When her hands were full of blessings, she turned them over and poured the blessings out over Jack.

Every warrior in attendance watched Destiny with a new kind of awe.  She’d been willing to fight everything in the universe to protect her mate…even if the thing she had to fight was herself.  And though she was bloodied, she acted as Jack’s shield.

No one spoke above a whisper, knowing something sacred was happening.  The silence allowed the sounds of the night to serve as the choir.  The space where Jack lay was an altar.  The words falling from Destiny’s lips were prayers.

“What is she doing?” Lukas whispered to his wife.

“Asking for favour,” Star whispered.  “And then she’ll summon her healing powers.”

The wolves formed a loose circle around their Alphas.  The vampires formed a circle around the wolves.  The rest of the Black Ridge Pack surrounded the forest, quietly howling for their Alphas.

An amber glow formed beneath Destiny’s palms.  Holding her thumbs against each other, Destiny placed her hands directly over the gaping hole in Jack’s side. The wound healed.  It was as if someone had stitched it from the inside out, but there was no scar.  Moving her hands over the rest of his body, she healed every hurt, closed every laceration, and mended every break.  Everywhere she touched glowed; and by the time she’d repaired the last wound, most of Jack’s body glowed.  The light was blinding against the inky darkness that was their backdrop.  Like a comet in their midst the glow rapidly faded until there was nothing left but darkness.

*«*»*

Destiny’s kiss awoke Jack.  Breathing in a lungful of crisp night air, he discovered it was Destiny’s scent that invaded his nostrils and smiled.  He sat up just in time to catch Destiny.

Destiny, he breathed her name through the link.

Destiny opened her eyes briefly.  Jack, she sighed.  Smiling weakly, she reached up to touch his hair.  After a moment, she closed her eyes, tears escaping down her cheeks.

“Honey,” Jack’s voice vibrated through the forest.

When she didn’t respond, he turned to Star frantically. “What is wrong with her?  What did she do to herself?”

“She saved you,” Star whispered.

“If she did it at the cost to herself, then she didn’t save me; she merely postponed my death,” his voice cracked.

“She’s merely tired.  It’s been centuries since she used her Healing and your injuries must’ve been fatal for it to drain her so completely,” Star said softly as she crouched beside her sister.  “I’m so sorry, Dessie!”

Jack rose with his arms full of his woman.  “Thank you for your help,” he said and gave a respectful nod to the two soon-to-be leaders of the Vampire Nation.

“You never have to thank us, Jack,” they said before flashing out.

Reaching out to his entire Pack, he thanked them and received a chorus of howls in return.  Looking down at his future, he closed his eyes and listened to the steady rhythm of her beating heart before placing a gentle kiss on her lips.  Then he held Destiny up to the sky, closed his eyes, and thanked the Creator.

Epilogue

The half moon moved slowly across the sky as Jamieson Mann sat watching the valley where the Black Ridge Pack resided. He could see his brothers’ homes, and all were dark except for the Alpha’s house.

His blood still hummed through his veins after the evening’s events. He’d witnessed his brother’s mate fight for him as well as bring him back from the brink of near death. Jamieson had been impressed and he knew his brother had been gifted with the one woman meant only for him.

Jamieson grinned to himself as he thought of Jack’s mate.  Destiny was a firecracker and everything his little brother needed.

He snickered at the way she talked junk to him.  Whenever he watched his brother watch his woman, he smiled and tried not to think of the time in his life when he’d had something similar.

Jamieson laughed aloud at the protesting howls of his youngest brother, whose house was closest to Jack’s, as he took the brunt of their Alphas’ noisy lovemaking.  And they were loud; he heard their cries from all the way out here.  As soon as Destiny had regained consciousness, Jack had had her flat on her back.

Jamieson smiled and silently contemplated each star above him.  Exhaling, he slowly let the fight out of his system.  Two minutes later, he was fast asleep.

*«*»*

Destiny lay on top of Jack.  Idly, she played with a lock of his hair and enjoyed the feel of his big hands kneading the full globes of her ass. She’d almost drifted off to sleep when Jack suddenly spanked her ass...hard.

“Ow! What the fuck was that for?” Destiny yelped as she sat up and straddled Jack’s wide torso.

“That was for putting yourself in danger—again,” he answered quietly as he reached his other hand up and pinched her nipple.

“Oh, please–!”

The hand cupping her abused buttock moved again and came down in exactly the same spot.

“Dude, do not make me kick your ass!” she said, starting to rise, but his big hands held her hips in place.  Destiny turned her caramel eyes upon him.

“If you think–!”Jack’s hand on her ass again interrupted her.

Destiny moved then, or tried to anyway.  Though she managed to get off of Jack, she soon realised he allowed her to when she found herself positioned on her hands and knees.  Feeling Jack cover her with his big, hard body, she couldn’t stop the moans that fell from her lips or the cream that slid down her thighs.

“Jack, c’mon, dude,” she pleaded.

Jack liked it when his mate begged.  There was just something about her sexy ass purring his name, asking him to fill her with his big cock.  He did not, however, like it when she placed herself in danger.  Thus, he raised his hand and smacked his mate’s plump ass again.

“Months ago I told you I would handcuff you to the nearest immovable surface if you put yourself in danger.  I’ve done that and I know now that doesn’t make a difference,” he growled as he continued smacking her ass.

“So you’re going to spank me for not listening to you?” Destiny gasped out.

Jack paused his spanking to kiss her reddening cheek.  “Yes.”

He grinned when he felt his woman’s cream coating her thighs.  Then, he bent down and swiped his tongue through the tight curls, growling his pleasure as her flavour hit his taste buds.  Destiny pushed her ass back at him, but he ignored her silent plea.  Straightening, he continued his spanking.

“That’s not fair!” Destiny yelped.

“Who said anything about fair, honey? Now you know the consequences of putting yourself in danger, don’t you?” Jack asked as he smoothed his big hands across his woman’s fine ass.

“Yes!” she panted.

Gripping her hips, he plunged his hard cock balls deep inside of Destiny.  Her walls contract around him as he withdrew. Destiny gripped his cock like a lifeline and he was soon driving them both to orgasm.

Destiny never did answer his question; then again, Jack really couldn’t remember what he’d asked, as he was distracted by her delectable body.  Regardless, he sure as hell didn’t expect this to be the last time he’d have to spank his woman.  She was feisty and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Later that night, Jack held a snoring Destiny in his arms.  He felt the spirits of Peace settle inside his human body.  His wolf was at rest and his heart felt the joy of love. He nuzzled his nose into Destiny’s curls.  She smelt sweet; she smelt like him, she smelt like forever.

Oh, yeah!

She sighed in her sleep and gripped him tighter with her body, then went right back to snoring.  Jack pressed a kiss to her soft cheek and smiled at the picture Destiny made.  Naked as the day she was born, she managed to be all over him and around him all at once.

“I have waited all my life for you,” Jack whispered into Destiny’s hair.  “You are my light, my heart, and my soul.  Forever is how long I will need and cherish you.”

Jack finished his vow and sealed it by kissing her lush mouth. Closing his eyes, he allowed his mind to rest.  Just as he was about to slip into slumber, his mate spoke.

“Me, too, motherfucker.”

*«*»*JJ*«*»*

This concludes Destiny and Jack’s beginning.

Thank you for reading the second book in the Otherworldly series.  I hope you enjoyed the tale as much as I enjoyed writing it.

~Jeanie Johnson

To read more about the characters connected to this book, check out the following stories:

Volatile: The Empress and the Executioner (Star and Lukas)

Vicious: the Assassin and the Wolf (Sunny and Jamison Mann)

Visceral: the Faerie and the Wolf (Tag and Jaron Mann)

For more information on the Otherworldly series, please visit my website: www.jeanieandjayha.com.

Praises, compliments, adulation, and the like for Jeanie can be left at:

ms.jeanie.johnson@gmail.com

Jeanie Johnson

Okay, what can I say about me?  Hmm.  I’m crazy and I smoke too much (And, yes, my momma knows that.  Don’t worry, she’s trying to get me to quit!).  My favourite beverage is cold Coke, Coke with ice, Coke in a glass, Coke in a bottle...I think y’all get the picture! I’m of the grandiose notion that world peace will only happen when women take over all the top jobs.

My little sister describes me as the hot, sexy brick sh*thouse badazz filmmaker, and you know why?  Because she has great freaking taste.

My older sister describes me thusly:  Jeanie is a shagalicious word slinger who will be world-ruling side-by-side with her momma.  As long as her Polar Bear (shhh it’s a secret) doesn’t drink all of her Cokes, all will be well.  After gifting her clan with a knee-buckling narrative or two, Jeanie intends to relax by throwing on her favourite hoodie and waiting for her momma to put her on restriction.

See people, this is the kind of praise you get when you have Yvonne as your MMFIC and Rolanda as the MNWIC.  Thanks for the props, you guys!