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"I think my wolf hates me." I rolledover in bed and snuggled up against Jackson with a pout. It had been two weekssince he brought my wolf and claimed me as his mate. My life should be perfect.I had everything I ever wanted; a place in the pack and my very own 'tall, darkand handsome' man to warm my bed, but things weren't seamless.
I felt itchy in my new skin, as if itwasn't the right size. From the way some of the other wolves treated me, itseemed they felt the same. I hadn't fit in when everyone thought I was a nulland now I didn't fit in as a wolf.
Jackson wrapped a strong arm around meand gave me a reassuring squeeze. "It just takes some time, Clo. Changing isawkward at first."
"She looks at me like I'm offendingher." I frowned. She was doing it right now, in fact. Whenever I blinked, herhaughty expression flashed against the backs of my eyelids. "How does your wolflook at you?"
He cocked his head and thought for amoment. "He just looks at me."
"That's it?" I sighed and rolled away.Jackson oozed sex like a pagan god and he looked the part too, with hissculpted muscles, dark molten chocolate eyes, and black, wavy hair. However, itsometimes seemed he didn't think overmuch about anything but sex. Not that Iwas complaining. He was a fantastic lover, but I would've appreciated a littleintrospection just then. Maybe all the hot steamy sex we had was messing withthe blood supply to his brain.
Punching my pillow, I attempted tosettle in for the night. Sleep eluded me more often than not these days. Everytime I closed my eyes, there was my wolf, her gleaming yellow gaze boring intomy brain. She seemed to be expecting or wanting something, but I had no ideawhat.
"I know a way to guarantee sweet dreams."Jackson's hand spun little circles on my shoulder as his other hand inched thecovers off me. I shivered, both from his touch and the cool air. We'd startedour relationship in the fall when the sun was still strong enough to blunt thechill. Now, on the cusp of winter, the air nipped at my skin.
"Oh really?" I arched an eyebrow andresisted the urge to pull the covers back over me. Jackson was warmer anyway.Not to mention he provided orgasms.
"Yep." He straddled my hips and leaneddown to nuzzle the nape of my neck.
"Let me guess." I put a finger to mylips and pretended to think very hard. "Is it sex?"
His deep chuckle seemed to rumblethrough my body as well as his. "Yep." Jackson gently kissed my neck workinghis way to the hollow of my throat.
"Again?" I gave a soft gasp as his lipsroamed my sensitive flesh. We went at it so often I wondered if we were reallyrabbits. The sensual pull between us was magnetic. We almost couldn't helpourselves.
"And again," he murmured in a baritoneso deep, it vibrated through my neck. "I can't get enough of you Chloe. Notsince the day I first saw you."
I laughed. I couldn't help it. "That'swhy you slept with every other bitch in the pack, right?"
He sighed, but knew I wasn't trulyangry. Before we'd clarified things between us, he'd tried to find someone elseto claims as his. Cal, our alpha, had put a lot of pressure on Jackson to mateand cement his relationship with the pack. Jackson wasn't just new to theHuntsville pack, Cal planned for my alpha lover to take his place when the timecame, which meant he needed a mate.
As a result, he'd told Jackson to avoidme because I was a null--I would never be a true wolf let alone an alpha'smate. So, trying to find a match, Jackson slept with every bitch who'd showninterest. Sometimes two different ones on the same night. By the time hebrought my wolf and claimed me, he'd slept with almost every eligible female inthe pack.
We'd fought about his many flings atfirst, but I no longer carried any bitterness. Jackson was mine. I was his.There was no going back. That didn't mean, though, that I wouldn't give himshit about it.
The only problem? He gave me shit rightback.