Page 9 of Deadly Ties

“Okay, but this is urgent.” She knows enough about our situation to keep quiet. “If you can tell me anything about the players, and how I could get in touch with them, I’d owe you big time.”

She sighs, cupping the phone so I can barely hear her whisper. “One name. But it’s a doozy.”

“Anything will help.”

“Ferrier,” she says, and I can hear the wince in her voice. “As in the Alpha of Boston. I heard he’s taken over management of the omega trade.”

Elvana

I roll over with the deep, throbbing kind of stretch you only get from unexpected exercise… or having your brains fucked out by a lusty alpha god.

Everything we did last night – from my meltdown in the limousine, to the chase through the woods, and Arben finally,finally, admitting we’re meant to be together and accepting the bond – runs through my mind. I want to find his wrist and suck on my bite mark again, but it was starting to look like a chew toy before I finally fell asleep. As if he can read my mind, a warm hand strokes lazily along my spine and I smile into the soft bedding. Which is topped by the green blanket Arben’s been hoarding since he stole it from my apartment all those years ago, and which is now drenched in his scent.

Goddamn, my lusty alpha god is delicious.

Not quite a god, princeshë. But happy for you to call me your dark prince if you like.

I give a little humming laugh, rubbing against the hard, muscular body at my back.Not my king?

I prefer to stand at your side, princeshë. Or in this case, stay close behind you, so I can spoon your very regal rump.

My snort is cut off by the way he rocks his hips forward, his cock nudging at my warmth. I press back eagerly, humming with happiness despite the state of my overworked pussy. He teases me with just the tip, our hips circling languidly as I blink at the grainy dawn.

We’re lying in his very sex-rumpled bed, in his very cozy cabin in the woods, and I have zero idea where we are in relation to anything or anyone else. Not that I give two shits, since I feel perfectly at home, and have no interest in moving ever again.

Because home is where the heart is.

A cheesy but totally accurate sentiment in this case. Although, I’m not sure which one of us said it…

As the reality hits me, I jerk upright. “Did we just flirt…inside my head?”

“Ourheads,” Arben corrects me, his hand gripping my hip and rolling me onto the cushion of his bicep. I stare up into his sleep-softened face, trying to read his expression. His voice is rough, proving it’s the first time he’s used it this morning, but his eyes are glowing with satisfaction. “It’s the bondlink.”

I shake my head, not completely missing the delicious way his muscle clenches under me at the movement. “A bondlink? But that’s just a fairytale. No one can actually do it.”

Arben smiles, his teeth so white and perfect it makes me want to offer something up for him to bite. “Well, like all good stories, it came from somewhere. Back home they’ said it was part of thelidhje shpirti. The soul connection. It allows bonded shifters to communicate mind-to-mind, like we do with our wolves. It’s so rare because it’s only granted to the strongest of alpha and luna pairings.” His finger traces my bottom lip, which is gaping open in shock. “I imagine you got the ability from your grandmother, Angela.”

I remember Ferrier telling me the same about my half-shift and I feel a warm glow bloom in my belly. As Bisha’s baby, my bloodline never gave me anything but trouble. Could I really have inherited something like this from a woman I’ve never met? “You know her? What is she like?”

A shadow darkens the obvious pride in his face. “Iknewher. I’m sorry, but she’s passed, princeshë.”

“Oh.” That warm glow fades so fast it leaves me with a sick, hollow feeling in my stomach. As I curl into Arben, I feel his wolf brushing up against mine, offering comfort for the grief that echoes through us both. “Will you tell me about her one day?”

“It would be my honor.” He tips up my chin, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “But right now, you need food, and I have half a pig in my deep freeze.”

I screw up my nose until I make the connection. “Bacon!”

My stomach roars back to life, but when Arben goes to move from the nest, my wolf makes a keening sound and my teeth latch onto his hand. It’s not a love nip either, but a deep, warning bite. The growl that slips from my lips is almost feral and his brow crinkles in surprise. “Princeshë?”

“Sorry!” I blurt when I’m finally able to force my jaw open. “You moved, and my wolf just went nuts…”

A look of animalistic satisfaction darkens his features. “That’s because she wants to complete the bond, too.” A grin stretches across his face, his teeth gleaming in the early morning light. “She wants my furry ass.”

I gape at him. Never in a million years did I imagine these words leaving Arben’s lips. “As in...?”

He gives a low, belly-clenching chuckle. “Doggy style, princeshë.”

The throb of arousal through the bond is so strong, I feel a gush between my legs. I don’t know if it’s me, or Arben, or my hornbag of a wolf, but it’s as embarrassing as hell. “Oh my God… You’re not just making this up? Our wolves want to get it on right now?”

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