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Tugging at my hair, Jace moved ever faster, his thick, muscular cock filling me, stretching me. I let out a scream of ecstasy.

“Please, Jace, fuck me!” I begged, gasping as he gave me exactly what I wanted.

The final thrust sent me over the edge, and I exploded. Jace grunted as he came inside me. My own orgasm shook the very earth, rattling me to my core. Pleasure cascaded through my body. My hips bucked against him as I came.

“Fuck!” I cried out.

I rolled to my side, the sex toy still inside me. I rode out the orgasm, pressing my face into my pillow to muffle the scream that tore from me. “Jace!” Exhausted and out of breath, I slipped the toy from between my legs and lay back, catching my breath.

Satiated at last, my analytical mind shoved the animalistic desire aside and brought me back to reality. The fantasy had been like no sexual experience I’d ever had. It had been far more intense and aggressive than anything I’d ever fantasized about in my life. Could my magic have done that? Made me imagine things like that? Hair pulling? Rough sex? I’d been reduced to nothing but a horny teenager.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I asked the silent room.

Chapter 14

Jace

The night before hadn’t gone exactly as planned. First, Shayna had come by to bust my balls about something, but I hadn’t given her the opportunity because I kept asking if she or her mate Dustin had noticed anything about Eren or heard anything weird about Kirsten. She’d finally given up.

When Kirsten had shown up, I’d been over the moon, but my wolf had damn near completely taken over. Things had gotten intense—fast.

I’d barely slept. I needed to see her, talk things out. With a clear head, maybe we could discuss what she’d learned.

If I was her tether, then this pull between us had nothing to do with the curse. That wasn’t something anyone, even a witch, could cause. It would be like trying to shake hands with God. There were many powerful witches in history, but not one of them could force someone to be a witch’s tether. Keeping me from finding a mate was child’s play compared to that.

Which brought up another uncomfortable question. If I was her tether, and Kirsten was my fated mate, did that mean none of this was related to the curse at all? Could both things be natural occurrences?

Halfway out the door to go see Kirsten, my phone rang. As I dug into my pocket, I experienced a little thrill of boyish excitement. Maybe it was Kirsten. The thought of hearing her voice made my heart flutter like I was a little kid on Christmas morning.

My happiness and excitement faded like a plane going down in flames when I saw the name on the caller ID.

Eren Miller.

With something like a sigh and a growl, I answered. “What do you want, Eren?”

“Is that any way to greet a fellow alpha, Mr. Stone?”

“I said, what the fuck do you want? I’m busy and don’t have time for bullshit.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll cut to the chase. We’ve chosen a location for the annual mating party. It’ll be on my pack lands. I have the perfect location to host.”

“Uh, excuse me?” I bit out. “That’s news to me? That isn’t a decision you can make unilaterally, Eren. Or did you forget that it’s a partnership between the five nearest packs?”

Asshole was trying to call shots without discussing it with us? What kind of balls did he have? The mating party was a tradition my father and a few other alphas had begun nearly a hundred-and-fifty years ago. The main reason was to show unity and happy cohabitation with the other packs. The true reason was so younger shifters could meet and mingle with others and hopefully meet their fated mate.

I would have thought the whole thing a silly, pointless tradition if not for the fact that Shayna had met and fallen for Dustin at the party three years before. Regardless, the location was always discussed beforehand, and in all the years I’d been alpha, I’d always voted against having the party on Eren’s pack lands. The guy was a sleazeball. The party was supposed to be peaceful, with no fighting allowed, but I didn’t trust Eren as far as I could throw him.

Eren barked a laugh. “If you wanted to vote against it, then why weren’t you on the call last night?”

“Call?” I asked dumbly, eyes narrowing. “What call?”

Eren chuckled, and my skin crawled at the sound of it. White-hot anger exploded in my chest. “Something funny?” I said, hoping he could hear how pissed I was.

“You know,” Eren said, “when Dustin told me you brushed off your sister Shayna when she was trying to get you to check your email, we all assumed you would join in on the call, confirming. You are that type of person, aren’t you? Too big and important to deal with a reminder from the little sis?”

I froze, the sudden and undeniable fear that I’d forgotten something very important drenching me like ice water dumped from a bucket. Email? I switched the phone to speaker, and while Eren kept blathering about how unreliable an alpha I was, I pulled up my email app. I’d been so preoccupied with Kirsten and the curse that I couldn’t even remember the last time I checked it.

The first unread email I had was from almost a week ago from Ivy Shaw, alpha of the Goldstone Pack an hour north of Crestwood. It had been sent to everyone to inform them of the conference call to discuss the mating party.

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