“Before everything went to hell?” Kaley asked. “He made everyone laugh. After? He kept his head down and tried not to make trouble, just like the rest of us.”
Mae protested with a soft noise. “He didn’t just keep his head down. He could have, and they might have left him alone, but he did what he could. Checked up on me. Made sure I was okay, even when it put him in danger.”
Kaley didn’t answer, and a closer look at the girl’s slightly out-of-focus eyes told Jay plenty. The six-pack might’ve been her second of the night already, even the third.
He topped off his drink. “A toast?”
Lorelei lifted her cup with a smile. “For Quinn.”
“Quinn,” Mae whispered, her voice hoarse. The others followed suit, sipping from glass bottles and plastic cups and Colin’s silver flask. The fire crackled, sending sparks up into the sky, and that warm air ghosted across the back of Jay’s neck again.
At his side, Eden shivered, and he tightened his arm around her. “For Quinn,” he said.
Zack was nowhere to be found, and a single light burned in the bedroom Fletcher had claimed in the little house. They both had their reasons for not joining the pack around the fire, reasons no one could argue with or counter.
All the rest of them could do was be there.
Chapter Ten
Eden woke to the sun slanting over her face at an odd angle and her pulse kicking viciously inside her skull. She was sprawled on top of the blankets but half under Jay, the illicitness of their tangled limbs undercut by the fact that they were both fully clothed.
Her mouth tasted like cotton. Her body tingled. Opening her eyes increased the throbbing in her head, so Eden clenched them shut and burrowed farther under Jay, all too ready to hide from the morning.
It was totally unfair that werewolves could get hangovers.
His arm tightened around her waist, steely and immovable. “Too early for squirming,” he growled.
Eden stilled as her wolf rose, swift and hungry, as enraged by Jay’s gruff command as she was seduced by his show of strength. This wasn’t a spike of unbridled power that could spill down their bond and dissipate. The urge to challenge him lived in every atom of her being. It was her.
Snarling, she whipped her head around and bit his shoulder.
“Ow.” He laughed and rolled to his back, rubbing his shoulder. “Feeling feisty, honey?”
Eden surged over him, straddling his h*ps before bracing her hands on either side of his head. Her disheveled hair fell around both of them, a blonde tangle that smelled of last night’s bonfire. The fire was still burning inside her, smoke and flame and everything wild. “I feel—” What word encompassed this? What could?
His amusement faded as he stroked his hands up her thighs. “You’re already feeling the moon.”
“Am I?” She scraped her nails down the bronze skin of his arm, pressing harder until white lines rose in the wake of her fingers. Marks. Possession. “I don’t know if I want to fight or—” At any other time she might have blunted the truth, but today only one word fit. “Fuck.”
“Or both?” He flipped her suddenly, pinning her to the mattress with her hands above her head. “Can you even separate them right now, with the moon so close?”
No. It was too terrifying to admit, too alien. She bucked up with all her newly won strength, and it wasn’t a game. She wanted to twist free, wanted to rake her nails over his skin and bite him again, wanted him to tear open her clothes and shove her against the bed—
She whimpered and tried to force the lurid fantasy from her mind. “This is kind of perverse.”
He didn’t argue. Instead, he bent his head to hers, nuzzling her cheek and the spot just below her ear.
Gentle and soft. A trap, and she tumbled into it, craning her neck back in silent encouragement. “My skin is too tight. My clothes are too.”
His soothing hum vibrated against the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. “We have a bond now. Give a little of it to me.”
“I don’t think she wants me to.” She tugged at his grip, wriggling her wrists as irritation and arousal rose in equal measure. “Can you take it?”
“It doesn’t work that way.” He gripped both of her wrists with one hand and lowered the other to her cheek, brushing her tangled hair back from her face.
His eyes glowed. Gold, beautiful, flaring with the same fire that licked inside her skin. Power curled around her, pressing in as her wolf struggled out. As fierce as she felt, the unshakable strength inside him burned brighter. Hotter.
She couldn’t meet his eyes, so she squeezed hers shut as Jay stroked over her, around her, inside her. A touch beyond that of flesh, and her wolf yielded with an irritated murmur, leaching the tension from Eden’s body. “Oh…”
“See?” Just a whisper, softer than the power that encircled them both. “We don’t take. We give.”
Yesterday, she’d sprawled on this bed and worried about the supernatural senses of the men sleeping upstairs. Now, with her wolf so close to the surface, modesty seemed a foreign concept. “But I want you to take me.”
A tiny shudder ran through him, and he captured her mouth with a low groan. Thrilled by the fracture in his self-control, Eden licked his lips and tangled her legs around his, using the only leverage she had with her hands still pinned.
His tongue rubbed over hers, a gentle tease, and his groan was more growl when she opened wider to let him in. He rocked his h*ps against hers, reached down to grip her leg and pull it higher on his body.
The wolf struck without warning, taking advantage of Jay’s moment off balance. Eden slammed her heel into the bed and rolled them both as hard as she could, fighting for the top, for dominance, for that thrilling moment of hovering over him—
Only a moment. Momentum propelled them in a tangle of limbs, and Eden choked on a startled shriek as they tumbled to the floor.
Jay gasped and shook, his eyes squeezed shut. After a heartbeat, his suppressed laughter bubbled out in a breathless chuckle. “Well. That didn’t exactly go as planned.”
Eden rolled off him and scrubbed a hand over her face. Her body still throbbed, but she couldn’t tell if the need riding her would be satisfied by sex—at least, not by the sort of sex she was used to having. “I want to…” His chuckle dwindled, and she missed it. Craved it. “I want to play.”
He propped his elbow on the floor and rested his head on his hand. “That’s what the full moon is for. We’ll run, play. It’s about the wolf, the pack.”
“The needs are getting all mixed up.” Facing him, she traced a finger down the row of buttons on his plaid shirt. “That’s just because it’s you, right? I like everyone else, but I don’t want to play the same kinds of games with them.”
“I hope not.” He caught her hand and held it, even as he slipped free the button under their fingers with his thumb.
Eden pushed herself to her knees with a grace she was starting to enjoy possessing. It made her feel more seductive as she inched down his body until her head was even with his hips. “Are you going to let me play games with you?”
Someone pounded on the door, followed quickly by Colin’s voice. “Everything okay? I heard a crash.”
Groaning, Eden dropped her head to Jay’s stomach. “I hate life.”
Jay drove his hands into her hair with a sigh. “First full moon with new alphas? It’s a big day. They’re going to need us.”
Colin obviously agreed. He cleared his throat loudly on the other side of the door. “Okay, I take it you’re both fine. There’s coffee in the kitchen and I’ll get out of here, but people are already up and moving at the big house. Fair warning.”
“We’re on our way,” Jay called. He climbed to his feet and helped Eden up. “Breakfast, or Advil and water?”
Her stomach rumbled, and her head still hurt. “All three, I think.”
He grinned. “Something tells me there’s going to be a lot of that this morning.”
She scrunched up her nose and tried for an expression of annoyance, but God knew he was right. Colin had started sharing his teeth-fuzzying moonshine between the stories about Quinn and the tears, and everyone had had enough of it to blunt the edges of pain.
Everyone except Zack.
Willfully pushing aside her worry for her cousin, Eden straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her tousled hair, trying to comb it into something respectable enough for breakfast. “My hangover’s fading pretty fast. It’s the rest of it I’m worried about. Sniffing people is bad enough. I don’t want to start pouncing on people just because my wolf’s feeling…frolicsome.”
“You’ll get straight soon enough.” Jay buttoned his shirt and grabbed his boots from the foot of the bed. “Come on. I think I smell pancakes and sausage.”
She could, too, but faint enough that it had to be coming from the big house. She found her sneakers where Jay had dumped them the night before and followed him out of the bedroom, then through the French doors in the kitchen.
The main farmhouse rose up against the bright morning sky, less ominous in the daylight than it had been last night, when liquor and darkness had combined to bring ghosts to life. She’d gotten more than one chill when ghostly fingers shivered up her spine or she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Easily blamed on the moonshine…
And yet.
Eden’s foot came down on a twig with a crack that startled her back to the present. Shivering, she wrapped an arm through Jay’s and pressed closer to his side. “I guess I proved one thing last night.”
“What’s that?”
“That you were right,” she said softly. “I’m strong enough to do this. If I made it through yesterday…I think I can do this.”
“Good.” He kissed the top of her head. “Because I wasn’t kidding. They’re going to need you.”
The words felt right. They resonated with a part of her that was already too comfortable back on the farm. “You’ll have to help me figure out the day. What do the alphas do for the pack during the full moon?”