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The almost brutal thrusting intensified, and the world around her disappeared, as if she’d been thrown into an entirely different dimension. The pleasure was monumental, and she stood on the brink of orgasmic heaven. Feeling him driving in and out of her, his deep grunts and groans echoing in her ear were too much.
Her body reacted, the pleasure coiling tightly within her. Brie’s nails dug further into the hard planes of his back as she started to unravel beneath him. Her body trembled from the onslaught of pleasure. Tightening his grip on her hip with one hand, the other came up to cradle the back of her head as he buried himself deeper.
Brie’s world shattered into jagged shards as an earth-shattering orgasm rolled through her, blurring her vision as her body writhed beneath him, her pussy convulsing around his cock as she cried out his name.
With a last savage thrust, he found his own release before collapsing against her, both of their bodies coated in a thin sheen of sweat. There would never be anyone for her but him.
“Colby,” she sighed, as hot tears spilled slowly down her cheeks.
Brie woke with the same hollow feeling in her gut that always followed a dream (or was it a nightmare?) of being with Colby. She rose from the bed, shaking off the last vestiges of the dream, wandered over to her wood stove, stoked it to life and then took a quick, tepid shower. She pulled on sweatpants and a sports bra, putting her red curls up in a high ponytail and slathering moisturizer over her face. She made a bacon, gruyere, and sweet onion omelet, grilled a sourdough English muffin, spreading it with apple butter, and made her way to the computer system to review her incoming email.
She thanked whatever gods watched over these things for the day Cayetana South, the younger sister of Hayden North, alpha to the hellhounds, had left her home and joined the Shadow Sisters. She’d risen among the ranks quickly to become Brie’s de facto beta. The friendship between them had been forged in the fires of danger, adversity, and triumph. Their latest ‘fuck you’ to the Shadow League and the ruling council had resulted in a memorable weekend in Paris to celebrate.
“What is the deal with you and Colby?” Caye had asked while they sat sipping café au lait and eating chocolate croissants.
Brie had shaken her head. “I don’t know that I can explain it. I don’t know if I even understand it myself.”
“Try,” said Caye encouragingly. “Sometimes when you don’t think anyone is paying attention, I see you watching him with a combination of lust, longing, and hunger that is heartbreaking.”
“You are far too observant.” This was definitely not a conversation she wanted to have, but Caye meant too much to Brie for her to lie.
“It isn’t just lust alone. I know you’ve been with him. Each time it happens, I can tell.”
“No, you can’t.”
Caye nodded. “Oh yes, I can. There’s a look on your face as though your heart has been shattered and you don’t know that you can ever mend it.”
“That about covers it,” quipped Brie.
Caye leaned over, placing her hand on Brie’s arm. “It’s not my business except for the fact that you’re my best friend, and what hurts you, hurts me. I had almost convinced myself that he needed to die…”
Brie had looked at her in horror—not because she found the idea that her friend could kill shocking, but that she had considered killing Colby. “Caye…”
“Don’t worry. I was all set to do it, until I saw him watching you with the same anguish in his eyes. I realized that him being dead wouldn’t alleviate your pain, it would merely magnify it.”
Brie took a bite of her omelet as she read the after-op report from Caye detailing their latest success. Caye had been assigned to follow up and keep an eye on the woman they had managed to spirit away, Maria. Even though she had been under close watch, Brie and Caye had snatched her from beneath the noses of her father, her alpha, and the man she had been promised to: an odious toad of a man who might think twice—after his encounter with the Shadow Sisters—about trying to force another woman to mate.
Smiling, Brie recalled the girl’s father and alpha hadn’t fared much better. She skipped over the next email, procrastinating opening it as she ate her breakfast and did absolutely everything else that needed doing.
Finally, she sighed and opened the email from Colby Reynolds, the alpha of the Windsong lynx shifters in Mystic River, Alaska. The clowder was known all too well to Brie. It was where she’d been born.
Brie,
We need to meet. There are things you need to know about the Resistance’s plans. Plans that should include the Shadow Sisters.
Windsong would be the most secure, but I know the likelihood of you agreeing to come here again is slim to none. I am mindful this place holds painful memories for you. But your father has been gone a long time. I still hope one day that you will feel at home here.
That, however, is neither here nor there. I have a secure site in Seattle where I can assure your safety.
Please come, Brie.
Colby
Colby. She couldn’t even think his name without a wistful sigh. She glanced at the large, comfy iron bed. The mattress was luxury itself, and many nights she had dreamed of what it might be like to have him in her bed. Even Colby, or perhaps especially Colby, had no idea as to the location of her home.
They were fated mates. She knew it, as did Colby. Each time they met, the longing she felt to surrender herself and allow him to claim her grew stronger. Each time it became more difficult to resist and lock down her emotions. Each time she had to guard herself against the magnetism she felt for him, and each time it became just a little more difficult to do.
CHAPTER 2
