GODDAMN.
It nearly killed me to tell Jasmine she had to cut and dye her hair. Espelillly since I haven’t fulfilled my fantasy yet of riding her from behind with a fistful of that dark auburn thickness to hang onto.
But she looks absolutely angelic as a blonde. The deep red played up her personality—she rocked with the large-framed glasses and the dark lipstick. Now she looks like the girl next door. And damn if I don’t want to tie her to the bed and fuck her until she weeps for mercy.
I bang around in the kitchen, trying to satisfy my lust with food. I can’t seem to eat enough.
After a full spaghetti dinner, I’m still hungry for red meat. I’ve already eaten the cans of chili in the cupboards. I pull out a container of spaghetti sauce and eat it straight out of the jar. And let me tell you—it has pathetically few chunks of meat for what’s advertised.
I can’t seem to eat down the heat though. Ever
I GRIP the gun with shaking fingers. The LIL couldn’t send a wolf to get me. This isn’t a sci-fi film. It was just some enormous, rabid wolf that must’ve smelled food inside and wanted in.Still, my heart won’t stop thumping against my ribs, the sound of the gunfire and the wolf’s yelp echoing in my ears.And Tom’s still out there.But he’d know what to do. He’s that kind of guy. He’ll have a weapon onhim, or he’ll make one out of a branch or rock. He’s a trained assassin, for God’s sake. I don’t need to worry about him.As if I could stop though.Bryce finally gets Johnson to sleep, and I’m starting to freak out about Tom’s long absence and the giant rabid wolf. I pick up the gun.“Maybe I should go out there.”“Are you crazy?” Bryce snaps. “That’s how every movie character gets killed.”“What i
JASMINE’S BURNER phone rings on our way down the mountain. She looks at the screen, then meets my inquiring gaze. “Washington, D.C. It might be Senator Flack.”“Answer it.”Her hands tremble a bit as she slides the phone on. “Agent Gray speaking.” “Jasmine, hi. This is Senator Flack returning your call.” With my new andimproved hearing, there’s no conversation I can’t eavesdrop on—including Jasmine and her sister’s yesterday about me. The senator sounds warm and friendly, almost grandfatherly.“Senator, thank you for calling me back. I know you were director of the LIL when my father died, and I remember you coming to the funeral.”“Yes, that’s true. Your father was a friend of mine, Jasmine. He was employed as a covert agent under me.”“Can you tell me what his mission was when he died?”Senator Flack goes quiet for a mo
TOM DUNE IS A MADMAN. That’s all I can conclude. Who breaks into the LIL? Holy shit, I’m about to break into the freaking LIL!When we realized Agent Tentrite wiped my dad’s file, I was ready to call the trail a dead end.“Not so fast,” Tom said. “There are two reasons Tentrite would meddle. The first is if she was involved in your dad’s career.”“That wouldn’t make sense, she wasn’t around at the time of his service.” “So, it’s the second reason. Someone ordered her to do it.” “Who?”“That’s what we have to find out.” A search through Tentrite’s file didn’t reveal any connection to my dad at all.“That’s the first reason ruled out completely,” Tom muttered. “Now we work on the second.”Which brought us to the present moment.“So, what are we going to do?” I ask, tryi
WE’RE ALMOST to the elevator when I realize I didn’t completely shut the Director’s door. The elevator is taking its sweet time coming up for us. It’s almost at our floor when the security guard sees the Director’s door, then glances back at us. He hesitates as if questioning his instincts. Two janitors, he’s never seen before, on a secure floor, and we only cleaned one office before leaving. He’s putting the pieces together. I see the moment we’re made.“Hey,” the guy turns, drawing his gun at the same time. “Stop right there.” Wide-eyed, Jasmine raises her hands.“Something wrong, man?” I ask, feigning surprise. He wouldn’t have a gun on us if he didn’t suspect something.“Stay there,” he orders. “I’m going to check something.” Gun still trained onus, he pulls out a walkie-talkie. I can’t let him call this in.I
I PULL Tom’s clothes off the second we get in the motel room. His growl is pure animal. He yanks my shirt off, pulls down the straps of my bra, and tosses the contents of my father’s file onto the floor. As much as I want to read it, my blood is humming with need. Here. Safe. Tom.Judging by the hard cock poking me the stomach, Tom feels the same way. My lips lock onto his as he walks me backward toward the bed, a low rumble coming from his chest the whole time.I work the button on his pants while he unbuttons his shirt and shucks it.“Clothes off,” he orders as if I’m not working on it. “I need you naked.Now.” I love the urgent command of his tone.In a flash, I’m stripped and on my back, legs spread wide. Tom drops to his knees on the floor and pulls my wet pussy against his mouth.“Do you need me to kiss you here, Jasmine?”I weave my fingers into his hair. “Yes. God, ye
OH, Christ. Fuck, fuck, fuck.I stumble back off the bed and find my way to the bathroom. Something happened when I orgasmed. It was like I was about to shift.Only different. My canines lengthened, and a sweet taste came into mymouth. My vision is also domed and sharpened like the monster’s.And a terrible desire came over me.I wanted to sink my teeth into Jasmine’s flesh.I throw the condom in the trash and splash water over my face. The teeth still appear long although they’re starting to recede. My irises glimmer a pale blue. Jasmine’s told me that happened before when we had sex.What the fuck?Does a werewolf try to turn his mate? Like a bite at full moon makes her a werewolf too? Or do I actually want to kill her? Is the instinct to hunt and to fuck so close, the animal can’t tell the difference?Of all things unholy and wrong.I am a monster.Jasmine’s not safe with
TOM DRIVES to the National Mall where we walk the moonlit expanse of pathways and grass in front of the Smithsonian Museums.You would think after wolfing down three hamburgers he’d be moving slow, but it’s like he still has energy to burn. I wonder how fast a field agent’s metabolism runs. Twice the normal person’s? Three times?Getting to know Tom Dune as a man, not just a super agent is just as thrilling as watching him in super agent action. Every minute I spend with him deepens my interest, increases my desire.As terrifying as this whole adventure is, I don’t want it to end.Because I know when it does, Dune and I will have to part ways.Of course, I don’t even know if going back to our old jobs, our old lives is a possibility. Have we both gone too far off the rails to be allowed back in?Tom interlaces his fingers between mine like we’re a couple—boyfriend-girlfriend. I like it way too much.
I HEAD out into the night air, away from Jasmine’s intoxicating scent. Already I want to claim her again. But even when I do, it’s not enough. That desire to bite her—visions of it—keeps rising up.I fire up a burner phone and dial a Tucson number. It’s not like me to call some dude and ask for help. Hell, everyone knows guys don’t stop to ask for directions, espelillly not me. But I don’t know what the devil I’m going to do next, and the moon is nearly full. Jasmine’s life could be in danger.Tonight.“Hello?”“What happens during the full moon?”The shifter on the other end of the line is silent for a moment. Then he says, “Dune.”“Yeah.”“I wondered if you’d call.”“Answer my question.”“You really still think you’re in a position to interrogate me? Try again, asshole.” He ends the call