Page 13 of Her Three Wolves


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I rubbed the towel around my neck and breasts, arching my body as I did so. I turned around and curved my body, dragging the towel up and down my spine, twirling to show him every inch of me. I saw him gulp and he struggled to keep his gaze from drifting to my body, but he was unable to stop himself. He drank in the sight of my body and he was quickly becoming mine.

I finished drying myself off and threw the towel aside before I picked up a robe and pulled it around my shoulders, although I didn’t fasten the belt, so the robe hung loosely and still displayed my naked front. I walked up closer to Jamie, who stiffened, and stopped inches away from him.

I pressed my hand against his heart and felt how quickly it was beating. I smirked and ran my tongue over my lower lip.

“You know, I don’t blame you for what happened earlier. Jackson is obviously stressed and it means a lot that you stood up and refused to do something you were uncomfortable with. That’s what it takes to be a real man, and I’m glad that there’s one person here I can trust. I just wanted you to know that sometimes you don’t have to take things you want, sometimes all you have to do is ask.” I got on my tiptoes and kissed him softly on the cheek, allowing my lips to linger against him for a few moments. I exhaled deeply and softly as I rolled back on my heels, but I kept my hand on his chest. His breaths were fervent and nervous, and I knew I had him.

But then the door flung open and Logan was standing there. He cried out to Jamie and grabbed me by the arm. I yelped but he dragged me to my room and locked me in there once again, leaving my alone with my thoughts. I didn’t bother pressing my ear to the door as I knew I wouldn’t be able to hear what they were saying, but I imagined Logan was warning Jamie against my feminine wiles and how he should be on guard against me. It might make things more difficult the next time I attempted to seduce Jamie, or perhaps it might work in my favor. The brothers were fractured. They had lost their Alpha, and maybe Jamie might just start seeing things in a new light. After all, he was becoming a man now, and men liked to be in charge.

I went to sleep feeling more confident and comfortable than I had at any other point during my captivity. Something horrible had almost happened to me, but I had managed to evade that fate and now I had the chance to fight back. I would get Jamie alone again and try and turn him to my side because I knew I could offer something that his brothers couldn’t, and in my experience men were all too willing to sacrifice anything for their desire, even the people closest to them.

12

When the morning came I noticed that it was Logan, not Jamie, who brought me my food.

“Where’s Jamie today?” I asked.

“He’s looking after Jackson,” Logan said, and then slammed the door. I didn’t know why they were so angry with me when they were the one who had tied me down to an altar and almost raped me. I knew that I would never have any affinity for them, and at the first moment that presented itself I was going to escape and never look back.

I was glad to have had a bath, but I couldn’t help wondering what had attacked the cabin. They were obviously on the run from someone, but who? And why would these people be hunting for the brothers? I tried to piece together the story from the limited information I had. I was still sticking with my theory that Logan and Jackson had been in the military, so maybe this was someone from their past, maybe a relative of someone they couldn’t defend? Or they had tried to stop someone, tried to fight a war in their own country and it hadn’t gone the way they expected. Logan didn’t want to take Jackson to a hospital despite the severity of his injuries; this suggested to me that their privacy was paramount. They were hiding here, and they had something to do, and somehow I was a part of it. But no matter how much I thought I couldn’t see where I fit in. The only person who could tell me that was Jackson, because I knew that Logan and Jamie were too obedient.

The one thing I was sure of was that I didn’t want to end up in a situation like earlier. I vowed to myself that I would do anything before being strapped to that altar and held there to be used by them however they saw fit. I wasn’t going to have my body reduced to a simple object. I wished now that when I had been released I had taken more notice of what was on the altar, for I was sure it would have given me a clue about what they were trying to accomplish, but I had been too busy saving Jackson’s life to look.

Part of me did wonder if I should have let Jackson die, but the thought made me shudder. I’ve always turned my back on the world, and I certainly didn’t owe these men anything, but to see him dying there, knowing that you can do something but not? That’s not something I can get behind. It’s the same reason why I came after Mel, after all.

Time passed slowly, as it always tended to do, and I thought again and again about the questions running through my mind. I did look to the horizon out of the window, gazing into the thicket of trees, wondering if at any point a savior was going to come and pluck me from this prison before it was too late, but it seemed as though Jackson’s threat had chilled Mel, for if she had spoken about this someone would have come. I wondered if Mel had changed in any way because of her experiences here. I wondered if she had become more responsible and a little more discerning with whom she spent her time, but I doubted it. Mel was always quick to push away thoughts of tragedy and I didn’t see why this time would be any different.

I was expecting Logan to come and bring me lunch, for they had been good at keeping to a schedule, but when he didn’t appear on time I began to grow worried. Was this some kind of punishment for what I had done to Jamie, or had someone else found them and they had been attacked? I assumed I would have heard something if that was the case, but I couldn’t be sure. I grew anxious and paced around the room, breathing with relief when the door opened and Logan was standing there, but he wasn’t holding a tray of food.

“Come with me. Jackson wants to see you.”

“Wait, what?” I asked, surprised to hear that Jackson was conscious, let alone able to speak.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? I wouldn’t delay if I were you.”

“But how is this possible? He should be dead.”

“I told you that he heals well. He’s grateful for what you did and he’d like to thank you.”

“How magnanimous of him,” I said haughtily, but I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to speak to the one man who might give me questions. Logan led me to the other room and as we walked through the cabin I peered around to try and catch a glimpse of Jamie, but he didn’t seem to be there, and I didn’t think Logan would tell me even if I asked.

Logan showed me into Jackson’s room, which was at the rear of the cabin near the entrance to the basement. It was a large room with a bookshelf on one side and a desk on the other. The bed was placed against a window, with the outside light shining down onto it, and currently Jackson was laying there under the covers, shirtless, his broad chest rippling with masculine energy, the wound looking much better than I would have predicted. There was some discoloration around the wound, but other than that it looked fine, certainly different to the deep gash I had seen. I started to question myself, wondering if I had actually seen that or if I had made things worse in my mind given the circumstance of the situation.

I stepped into the room and perched on the edge of the bed. Jackson looked at me and then nodded towards Logan, who left shortly after. Jackson looked tired, the lines on his face were pronounced and his eyelids were heavy. Bags sagged under his eyes and every breath was labored. He may have healed well, but it looked to me as though there was still a lot of healing to do.

“You saved me,” he said in a neutral tone. I wasn’t sure if that counted as a ‘thank you’ or not, although I certainly wasn’t getting the sense that he was grateful, as Logan had stated.

“I did,” I replied, equally as neutrally.

“Why?”

I pressed my lips together, trying to figure out if I should answer him with the truth or with what I thought he wanted to hear, but to be honest I got the sense that I couldn’t fool him. He must have been practiced with liars as whenever I’d tried to tell him anything before he had always dismissed me and hadn’t given me any kind of respect, which I thought was strange if Jamie was right and I was here to save them from whatever they needed saving from. And, really, I was getting tired of acting. I was cooped up in this cabin and I simply didn’t have the energy to appear to be someone else to this wounded man, so for a rare time in my life I decided to tell him the unadulterated truth.

“Because it was the right thing to do. I’m by no means a good person, but I don’t let people die. If I hadn’t done anything you would have bled out. What you should be concerned about is why your brothers wouldn’t take you to the hospital. I know you’re out here keeping yourself quiet for a reason, but is it really that important that they’d risk your life for it?”

“They were acting under my orders.”

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