Long after midnight, they crawled into bed and each other’s arms. Nick was assured they were safe and free from listening devices but they couldn’t trust everyone in the Pack.
Exhausted, each sought comfort rather than sex and both males were terrified of injuring her. Gabe
itched to knock Jack out for putting Tracy in the middle of this brewing war. The fear of the news that she’d been taken still echoed within him, shocking him in moments where he thought he’d gotten past it.
The helpless rage, the terror. He never wanted to feel that again. If he had to sit on her that’s what he’d do to make sure it never did happen again.
Tightening his arm around her waist, he nuzzled his face into her neck.
Nick’s mind raced. Fury rode him hard. He wanted to find Warren Pellini and end this himself. How dare he threaten his family? How dare he try and destroy his Pack? And Jack and Templeton? He growled and Tracy started and then stroked fingertips up and down his spine to calm him.
“I’m all right. I’m here,” she murmured.
Damn right, and she wasn’t going anywhere without him or Gabe until this was all over and done with.
He wanted to rip Jack Meyers’ head from his body for hitting Tracy. He knew it was necessary and all, but the way she’d looked when he stepped off that elevator, he’d never be able to erase that from his memory. Helpless, bruised and battered. Warren Pellini would pay for that.
Tracy felt her men at war with themselves. She knew it couldn’t be easy for them to have seen her that bruised, for them to have endured her kidnapping and the minutes she’d been gone. Worse, she knew the fear of it happening again would make them stick to her very closely until this was all over. She’d be lucky if she got to go pee alone.
No, until this was over, she’d be watched like a hawk. Overprotected by her mates and surveilled by the f**king werewolf mafia.
Things were a long way from over. In fact, she had the distinct feeling that they were just beginning.
Despite that part, she had Nick and Gabe at her side. And each day they worked to make the relationship better. Feelings would get hurt and territory would have to be renegotiated between the three, but their bond was solid, and healthy. And she felt love and belonging. It was complicated, belonging to two men, but worth it. And she still held out hope for more boy-on-boy action, as she quite often teased. Sometimes they gave her some. Ah, a girl is lost without hope.
Laughing, she pressed a kiss into first Gabe’s shoulder and then Nick’s. It would be okay.
Exhausted, each sought comfort rather than sex and both males were terrified of injuring her. Gabe
itched to knock Jack out for putting Tracy in the middle of this brewing war. The fear of the news that she’d been taken still echoed within him, shocking him in moments where he thought he’d gotten past it.
The helpless rage, the terror. He never wanted to feel that again. If he had to sit on her that’s what he’d do to make sure it never did happen again.
Tightening his arm around her waist, he nuzzled his face into her neck.
Nick’s mind raced. Fury rode him hard. He wanted to find Warren Pellini and end this himself. How dare he threaten his family? How dare he try and destroy his Pack? And Jack and Templeton? He growled and Tracy started and then stroked fingertips up and down his spine to calm him.
“I’m all right. I’m here,” she murmured.
Damn right, and she wasn’t going anywhere without him or Gabe until this was all over and done with.
He wanted to rip Jack Meyers’ head from his body for hitting Tracy. He knew it was necessary and all, but the way she’d looked when he stepped off that elevator, he’d never be able to erase that from his memory. Helpless, bruised and battered. Warren Pellini would pay for that.
Tracy felt her men at war with themselves. She knew it couldn’t be easy for them to have seen her that bruised, for them to have endured her kidnapping and the minutes she’d been gone. Worse, she knew the fear of it happening again would make them stick to her very closely until this was all over. She’d be lucky if she got to go pee alone.
No, until this was over, she’d be watched like a hawk. Overprotected by her mates and surveilled by the f**king werewolf mafia.
Things were a long way from over. In fact, she had the distinct feeling that they were just beginning.
Despite that part, she had Nick and Gabe at her side. And each day they worked to make the relationship better. Feelings would get hurt and territory would have to be renegotiated between the three, but their bond was solid, and healthy. And she felt love and belonging. It was complicated, belonging to two men, but worth it. And she still held out hope for more boy-on-boy action, as she quite often teased. Sometimes they gave her some. Ah, a girl is lost without hope.
Laughing, she pressed a kiss into first Gabe’s shoulder and then Nick’s. It would be okay.
