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Chapter Twenty-Eight
Claire
Jack was hiding something from me. I didn’t want to be one of those women who accused her man of being distrustful. But it was impossible to pretend that something hadn’t changed between us the moment he’d taken Sebastian’s call. He’d went from being unable to keep his hands off me to nearly running from the room.
After he’d left, I considered gathering my things and making my way back to my house. We’d cocooned ourselves in his cabin anytime we were able. Almost as if we were living two different lives.
When I heard Jack’s car crunching across the gravel, I realized I’d spent hours lying in bed. Instead of doing something about the situation, I’d sat stewing over it.
Wrapping the sheet around me, I rushed downstairs. I didn’t want him to find me in bed moping. I didn’t know what I would say to him — if anything — about my worries, but I wanted to see him as he walked in the door. As if seeing him walk inside his house might give me some clue what was going on in his mind.
I walked to the coffeemaker, turning the appliance on for no other reason than the need to busy myself. Nervous energy roiled through me. The excitement at being close to my mate again and the worry about what Jack was thinking.
As the door opened, I turned, intent on seeing him in that unguarded moment before he would recognize me standing in the kitchen.
If I’d hoped that he might spend a few moments going through the mail on the table or fussing over his jacket, my hopes were soon dashed. The minute he walked through the door, his eyes zeroed in on me. I knew I had to look a mess, wrapped in a sheet and my hair in disarray. I had the sudden clarity to realize that I could have at least bothered to comb through my hair before I came downstairs.
It wasn’t as if Jack hadn’t seen me mussed during my heat, but I felt vulnerable as I stood there watching him glare back at me.
He moved so quickly through the living room and toward the kitchen, I almost ran. My blood sang with the adrenaline of prey spotted by its predator. My stomach flipped with the feeling of wanting to be caught.
He was on me in seconds, pulling the sheet from my body and then lifting me onto the kitchen island. My bare ass hit the cold granite, and I hissed. Jack pushed my thighs open, stepping between them as he fumbled for his belt.
Any doubts I’d had were forgotten as my body reacted to him. He was a man on a mission and as his cock sprang free, ready to impale me, I forgot about talking.
His hands gripped my hips, bringing me to the edge of the counter. His eyes met mine, a flash of a question in them.
“Yes, Jack,” I answered, not exactly knowing if he was asking, but not wanting to bother with the formality of it, just in case.
He slammed into me, his cock stretching me so quickly and completely that I shouted out a curse. For a moment, he stilled, feelings of concern wafting off of him before I met his gaze. Pressing my forehead to his as I wrapped my arms around his neck, I licked my lips as I looked down at him nestled inside me. The sight of it drove me wild.
“Move,” I breathed.
That one-word command was all he needed. He began pumping in and out of me as if he were trying to fuck me right through the kitchen island. Jack was usually one to talk his way through our lovemaking. Now, the only sounds that reverberated through the cabin were his grunts, my moans, and the slap of skin on skin.
In the back of my mind, as our bodies slapped harder and harder together, I knew that something was wrong. Something was different after that call.
“You were right,” a voice said in the corner of my mind.
I pushed that voice aside as he swelled inside of me, his knot claiming me, flooding me. My pussy clenched and shuddered around him.
I wasn’t sure how long he held me to him, his cock flooding me as I convulsed around him. By the time his knot released me, my ass had gone numb. Our breathing was ragged, but we didn’t release one another.
“What’s going on, Jack?” I asked when we both caught our breath again.
He pulled away from me, re-situating his clothing, and I had to grip the counter to keep myself from reaching for him and pulling him back to me. I knew that now that I’d finally shared my heat with him, I’d want to be with him always.
I just hadn’t expected the feeling to be this strong.
After he cleaned me up, he looked down at me as if he wanted to do it all over again. But there was trouble behind his eyes. I jumped down from the counter and wrapped the sheet around me once again.
“Sebastian seems to think they’ll be abducting more witches this weekend at the festival,” Jack said with a sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. Something was troubling about the words. Not that he wouldn’t be upset about the idea of more witches going through what I had gone through, but that I knew there was more he wasn’t telling me.
“He’ll have his men on the ground, but he wants backup,” Jack said. He walked toward the fridge, opening the door, and extracting a bottle of water. He picked one out for me as well and handed it to me. I took it, even though I knew he was trying to distract me.
“I’ll be going as well,” I said.
Jack growled. Had it not been for my nervousness about what it was he was hiding from me, I might have laughed. Even with the irritation churning in my stomach, I felt that growl. Felt it right between my legs.
