“Hawke.” She moved to him, her hand lifting, shaking, as tears began to fall from her eyes.

He turned on her then. Golden eyes flamed with his rage and a sob shook her entire body. He had heard everything. He had heard her speak of betraying him, of betraying him further. He had heard the lies she told to distract Todd, lies that would be her death sentence now.

“My mate,” he snarled, suddenly jerking her to him, shocking her with the force of his hold and the snarled demand in his voice.

“Hawke.” She whispered his name through her tears as one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, the other gripping her hip as he jerked her closer.

“My mate,” he growled again. “Always mine.”

Before she could affirm or deny, his head lowered, his lips covered hers and his tongue pushed forcefully between her lips.

Immediately the taste of the mating hormone exploded through her senses. It was richer, spicier than ever before. She could feel the burn almost immediately, the explosion of sensation, hunger and need that lashed through her body and drove her to claw at his chest to get closer.

As though the threat of death had pushed him past reason, he kissed her with a desperation she had never known before, a desperation she returned. Their tongues twined, mated, fought and surrendered in a dance as old as time.

When he managed to jerk back she could only sway against him, dazed and uncertain, as she heard the men behind her, heard Todd’s frightened cries, his breathless accusations against her. The details of the plan she had given him, the plan that had never existed.

“Get that bastard out of my mate’s home.” Hawke turned to Wolfe as Jess struggled to turn in his arms. “I want him dead.”

“Quietly,” Wolfe stated, his dark eyes going between Hawke and Jessica. “He’s bringing some serious charges against Jess already, Hawke,” he warned.

“Lies.” His arm tightened around Jess. “The bastard thought I was senseless from the drug he slipped me at the party. He didn’t give me near enough. I was weak, not unconscious. He lies. He bragged of his part in betraying the Breeds and his connections to the pure blood society that attacked in Advert before Jess’s release. I want him taken care of, Wolfe. Permanently. He knows Jess is my mate. He’s been deceitful enough that he’s put together the information on mating. He’s a risk we can’t afford.”

Wolfe stared back at him for long seconds as Jess watched and fought to catch her breath. She felt as though she were falling, as though the strength had seeped from her limbs the moment she realized Todd was pulling the trigger.

“He’ll be taken care of.” Wolfe nodded before turning back to the Breeds that had restrained Todd. “Take care of it, Jacob,” he ordered his second-in-command. “Quietly.”

Todd would never be heard from again.

She watched as he was dragged from the room, kicking, screaming, begging for mercy.

There would be no mercy, she knew. If he hadn’t tried to kill Hawke, if he hadn’t admitted to being a part of drugging her, of attacking Haven, then he might have had a chance of escaping Breed law.

“I’ll need your report in the morning.” Wolfe turned back to them.

“How did you know?” Jess finally found her voice, her brain. “How did you know to be here?”

Wolfe turned his gaze back to her, his eyes penetrating, as though he could see clear to her soul.

“It’s a tradition,” he told her. “We came to hang a wreath on your door, to welcome your union into the pack. That was when we heard your screams and Hawke’s howls.”

A tradition of acceptance. Her lips parted as emotion swamped her and the events of the day began to clash inside her.

“Hawke, I expect your verbal report tomorrow after you turn in the written report,” Wolfe informed him. “Until then, I’ll clear your house out and leave you with your mate.”

She could still hear Todd screaming outside. It was muted, distant, but the sound struck at her heart and left her shaking on the inside.

He had been a friend. Tonight he had toasted to her union with Hawke; he had smiled and wished her every happiness. Hours later, he had tried to kill her.

The door closed behind Wolfe and his enforcers, leaving them alone as Jess moved, pushed herself from Hawke’s embrace and went to the tree.

Kneeling on the floor, she picked up the figurine that had fallen and touched her broken wing carefully.

“She can’t be fixed,” Jess whispered as another tear slipped down her cheek.

Taking the figure from her, Hawke wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her against him. She watched, silent, as he hung the ornament again, the broken wing sending fragments of light glittering around it.

“She doesn’t need to be fixed.” Hawke’s voice was soft, his breath feathering along her temple as she stared at the wing. “She’ll always remind us of what we survived, Jess.”

She bit her lip and tried not to cry.

“I was lying,” she finally bit out desperately, another sob tearing from her chest. “What I told Todd . . .”

Hawke swung her around, his finger pressing to her lips as she saw the surprising crooked grin on his lips.

“Breeds can smell a lie, mate. Have you forgotten that?”

Her lips parted. Yes, she had forgotten that. In the fear and the confusion, she had forgotten that Breeds could smell a lie.

“You knew?” Her breathing hitched as happiness seemed to flood her. “You knew I was lying?”

“I knew you were fighting to hold on until I could get my bearings.” He touched a tear on her cheek, wiped it away. “I knew you were saving both our lives the only way you could, baby. You didn’t hurt me. I never once believed otherwise.”


ould he love anyone more than he loved her at that moment, Hawke wondered. Pure joy lit up her gaze; sweet heat and unconditional love filled the air around them. She was indeed a mate he could be proud of. One he knew would always walk at his side.

Turning, he lifted her in his arms and bore her back to the mattress.

“I believe we were in the middle of something when that bastard disturbed us,” he stated as he came over her, her arms wrapping around his neck as her lips curved into a tempting, loving smile.

“We weren’t exactly in the middle,” she shot back saucily. “I believe we were just getting started. Don’t go missing steps there, mate.”

He had to laugh at her. She’d always been able to make him smile, make him laugh. She had always lightened his heart even as she hardened his dick.

“I love you, Jess,” he growled, the man and the animal speaking, the primal need and emotion that erupted inside him impossible to contain.

“I love you, Hawke Esteban. With everything I am, I love you.”

His lips covered hers then. Deep, sipping kisses kept them both drugged as they fought with their clothes, pulling them from each other, tossing them to the side, baring their flesh to the stroke and caress of the other.

Her hands roved over his back, her nails rasping over his flesh as she arched against him, urging him with little moans and cries for the possession he couldn’t hold back.

He had nearly lost her. So easily, she could have been taken away from him tonight. How the hell was he supposed to live if he ever lost his Jess? Not just his mate, but his woman, his lover. She was a part of his soul that he knew he never wanted to be free of.

Sliding his hand along her side, he reached the ripe curve of her breast. He cupped the mound in his palm and lifted it, rolled his thumb over the distended peak of her nipple before lowering his head to taste it.

Drawing the tight little nub into his mouth, he suckled at her as though he was dying for the taste of her. Actually, he had been dying before he tasted her. Frozen on the inside, locked in a loneliness he couldn’t bear. For a year he had fought to prove her innocence, fought for her release. And now she was here, in his arms, touching him, arching to him as he touched her.

He moved down her body and relished each broken cry of pleasure as he fought the heated, slick folds of her pussy. Starving for the taste of her, for the heat of her, he licked through the narrow cleft, moaned at the slick essence of her and devoured her. With lips, tongue and sucking little kisses, he teased and tormented her silken flesh. Tasted her until there was no doubt in his mind that he could ever live without her, then drew in the tight little knot of her clit and sucked it, flicking his tongue over it until she erupted in pleasure.

And it wasn’t enough. He could never get enough of her.

He pressed her thighs farther apart, lifted her knees and opened her farther to his gaze.

Soft pink flesh parted, revealing the snug little entrance he sought. Tucking the head of his cock against the fluttering, clenching entrance to her snug pussy, he shifted his hips, moved, penetrated until the crest was pressed firmly inside her.

Tiny eruptions of the pre-seminal fluid jetted from the tip of his cock, filling her, easing the tender, delicate muscles, allowing her to take him without pain, without distress. It increased her pleasure while adding to her natural lubrication and allowing the wide width of his shaft to sink inside her.

Hawke watched as he took her, listened to her excited little cries and knew he wasn’t going to last long. His balls had drawn up tight to the base of his cock, a sure indication that his release was only a few strokes away.

Tunneling inside her slowly, working his way in by small degrees, he grimaced at the building rapture surging through his body.

Sweet and so hot. Her pussy wrapped around his cock like the tightest, most silken glove. Each stroke of her intimate flesh against the crest and shaft of his erection was torturous ecstasy. Sizzling fingers of electric current wrapped around his balls, stroked along his cock and had him gritting his teeth to hold back until he was firmly seated inside her.