Lion's Share
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“You’ve been on the job for all of twenty minutes. Brian’s been an enforcer for nearly five years. He should have noticed. And he should never have left you out here alone. Patrol always works in pairs.”
“He was a little distracted.” And now so was I. Jace was three feet away, and I could see every cerulean striation in his irises. Even in the dark.
“An enforcer can’t afford to be distracted.”
Was he still talking about Brian? Or was this about me now? “It wasn’t his fault. I was…”
“Giving him false hope.” He stepped closer, and I caught my breath. Something was different. His pulse was steady, but each beat of his heart sounded harsh and tight, as if the muscle was working harder than usual.
“No I… It might have been hope, but it wasn’t false,” I insisted.
“You’re lying.”
I’d heard his heart beat like that many times before, right before he pounced on prey. Yet he no longer looked angry enough to pounce on me. Maybe hungry enough, though.
That was it. Jace looked hungry. And not for food.
My heart jumped up into my throat. I’d seen glimpses of that craving in him before. When he’d seen the carnage I’d unleashed in the hunters’ cabin. When he’d seen the short cut of my skirt. But both of those times, professionalism and willpower had overruled any inappropriate appetite.
Now that hunger seemed to have been unleashed somehow, and I couldn’t decide how to react. Surely, anything was better than the icy gaze he’d turned on me after the council meeting.
I was suddenly hyperaware that my idle hands wanted…something. “I’m going to marry him, Jace.”
“Yes. You are.” He stepped closer, and my pulse tripped, not in panic—I wasn’t afraid of him—but with nerves. This wasn’t the big-brother-Jace who called me kiddo and told me to wear a longer skirt. This was a pensive, intense Alpha I’d only seen glimpses of before. This was a predator closing in on his prey, and I couldn’t tell whether he intended to devour me or simply play with his food.
“‘Knuckle-dragging cavewoman.’” Jace chuckled, and each rich note resonated low in my stomach, then burned even lower. He took another step forward and we were a foot apart. “You’re going to eat that poor kid alive. If he hasn’t figured that out yet, he has my sympathy.”
“Does he?” I wasn’t sure how else to respond to the rapacious shine in his eyes or the way each movement he made suddenly felt tightly controlled, as if he were one overstressed thread of willpower away from reaching for me.
What would happen if that thread snapped?
What did I want to happen?
“No, you’re right. I don’t feel sorry for Brian.” His voice was just a hint of sound, yet I heard every syllable. “Why did you railroad me, Abby?” Jace put one hand on either side of my shoulders, pressing me against the tree at my back with his very presence, and I couldn’t tell if my sudden disorientation was because of his proximity or the rapid subject change.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t even think about lying to me.” His body was a torch blazing in the night, threatening to burn right through my clothes, though we had yet to touch. “You made a fool out of me in front of half the territorial council, and if Brian is the reason, so help me—”
“Brian? What?” I frowned up at him, confused.
“If working for me is just a way to delay your wedding, I’m disappointed in you. Faythe would never have used—”
“The hell she wouldn’t!” I pressed myself so hard against the tree that the bark caught on my borrowed jacket and bit into my palms. “She would have done whatever it took to get what she needed out of life. She still would. But that’s not what I was doing. I’m going to marry him. Eventually.”
Jace stared down into my eyes, his breath warm against my cheek. Stirring my hair. “Your pulse didn’t race while you were with him. Your pupils didn’t dilate. There was no attraction.”
Panic flooded my bloodstream like fuel dumped onto a fire. If he could hear what hadn’t happened with Brian, surely could hear what was happening now. With my gaze caught on his beautiful mouth…
My face flamed, but I couldn’t look away. “The job isn’t about Brian.”
“Then tell me the tru—”
I pushed up onto my toes and kissed him.
Jace went completely still, evidently as shocked by what I was doing as I was. Then he relaxed and slid one hand into my hair, not surrendering to my kiss but guiding it. He tilted my head and tasted my lower lip. I opened my mouth for a taste of him and Jace growled with pleasure, a sound so deep and strong, it triggered primal tremors all over me, lighting me up from the inside.
My entire body was on fire. I’d never felt anything like it.
Then Jace stepped back, ruthlessly severing all contact, and the space between us seemed suddenly colder than before. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
What was I doing? “It takes two.” Yet the deflection of blame made me feel even guiltier.
Jace took another step back, and a brutal sense of loss settled over me with an almost tangible weight. “Abby, this can’t happen. I’m your Alpha. Hell, now I’m your boss. And you’re…” He glanced at the ring on my hand, which suddenly felt too heavy to lift. “Those are all lines I can’t cross.”
Can’t cross. He hadn’t said he didn’t want to cross them.
I sucked in a deep, cold breath, trying to purge treacherous thoughts.
“I know.” I had to fight to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry.” What the hell was I thinking?
“I mean it.” He stepped back again, and his eyes closed. “I’m a mistake you don’t want to make. I’m sending you home with your father. We’ll start your training after the holiday, if that’s still what you want.”
Jace started to turn, but I grabbed his wrist and he froze. “I won’t change my mind,” I whispered, suddenly desperate to be taken seriously. Working for him had nothing to do with Brian or with my wedding. Hell, it had nothing to do with him, or with whatever had almost just happened between us. “You said I could start now. Alphas don’t go back on their word. You have to keep me, Jace,” I said, and his exhalation came on the tail of a frustrated growl.
“He was a little distracted.” And now so was I. Jace was three feet away, and I could see every cerulean striation in his irises. Even in the dark.
“An enforcer can’t afford to be distracted.”
Was he still talking about Brian? Or was this about me now? “It wasn’t his fault. I was…”
“Giving him false hope.” He stepped closer, and I caught my breath. Something was different. His pulse was steady, but each beat of his heart sounded harsh and tight, as if the muscle was working harder than usual.
“No I… It might have been hope, but it wasn’t false,” I insisted.
“You’re lying.”
I’d heard his heart beat like that many times before, right before he pounced on prey. Yet he no longer looked angry enough to pounce on me. Maybe hungry enough, though.
That was it. Jace looked hungry. And not for food.
My heart jumped up into my throat. I’d seen glimpses of that craving in him before. When he’d seen the carnage I’d unleashed in the hunters’ cabin. When he’d seen the short cut of my skirt. But both of those times, professionalism and willpower had overruled any inappropriate appetite.
Now that hunger seemed to have been unleashed somehow, and I couldn’t decide how to react. Surely, anything was better than the icy gaze he’d turned on me after the council meeting.
I was suddenly hyperaware that my idle hands wanted…something. “I’m going to marry him, Jace.”
“Yes. You are.” He stepped closer, and my pulse tripped, not in panic—I wasn’t afraid of him—but with nerves. This wasn’t the big-brother-Jace who called me kiddo and told me to wear a longer skirt. This was a pensive, intense Alpha I’d only seen glimpses of before. This was a predator closing in on his prey, and I couldn’t tell whether he intended to devour me or simply play with his food.
“‘Knuckle-dragging cavewoman.’” Jace chuckled, and each rich note resonated low in my stomach, then burned even lower. He took another step forward and we were a foot apart. “You’re going to eat that poor kid alive. If he hasn’t figured that out yet, he has my sympathy.”
“Does he?” I wasn’t sure how else to respond to the rapacious shine in his eyes or the way each movement he made suddenly felt tightly controlled, as if he were one overstressed thread of willpower away from reaching for me.
What would happen if that thread snapped?
What did I want to happen?
“No, you’re right. I don’t feel sorry for Brian.” His voice was just a hint of sound, yet I heard every syllable. “Why did you railroad me, Abby?” Jace put one hand on either side of my shoulders, pressing me against the tree at my back with his very presence, and I couldn’t tell if my sudden disorientation was because of his proximity or the rapid subject change.
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t even think about lying to me.” His body was a torch blazing in the night, threatening to burn right through my clothes, though we had yet to touch. “You made a fool out of me in front of half the territorial council, and if Brian is the reason, so help me—”
“Brian? What?” I frowned up at him, confused.
“If working for me is just a way to delay your wedding, I’m disappointed in you. Faythe would never have used—”
“The hell she wouldn’t!” I pressed myself so hard against the tree that the bark caught on my borrowed jacket and bit into my palms. “She would have done whatever it took to get what she needed out of life. She still would. But that’s not what I was doing. I’m going to marry him. Eventually.”
Jace stared down into my eyes, his breath warm against my cheek. Stirring my hair. “Your pulse didn’t race while you were with him. Your pupils didn’t dilate. There was no attraction.”
Panic flooded my bloodstream like fuel dumped onto a fire. If he could hear what hadn’t happened with Brian, surely could hear what was happening now. With my gaze caught on his beautiful mouth…
My face flamed, but I couldn’t look away. “The job isn’t about Brian.”
“Then tell me the tru—”
I pushed up onto my toes and kissed him.
Jace went completely still, evidently as shocked by what I was doing as I was. Then he relaxed and slid one hand into my hair, not surrendering to my kiss but guiding it. He tilted my head and tasted my lower lip. I opened my mouth for a taste of him and Jace growled with pleasure, a sound so deep and strong, it triggered primal tremors all over me, lighting me up from the inside.
My entire body was on fire. I’d never felt anything like it.
Then Jace stepped back, ruthlessly severing all contact, and the space between us seemed suddenly colder than before. “What the hell are you doing?” he growled.
What was I doing? “It takes two.” Yet the deflection of blame made me feel even guiltier.
Jace took another step back, and a brutal sense of loss settled over me with an almost tangible weight. “Abby, this can’t happen. I’m your Alpha. Hell, now I’m your boss. And you’re…” He glanced at the ring on my hand, which suddenly felt too heavy to lift. “Those are all lines I can’t cross.”
Can’t cross. He hadn’t said he didn’t want to cross them.
I sucked in a deep, cold breath, trying to purge treacherous thoughts.
“I know.” I had to fight to maintain eye contact. “I’m sorry.” What the hell was I thinking?
“I mean it.” He stepped back again, and his eyes closed. “I’m a mistake you don’t want to make. I’m sending you home with your father. We’ll start your training after the holiday, if that’s still what you want.”
Jace started to turn, but I grabbed his wrist and he froze. “I won’t change my mind,” I whispered, suddenly desperate to be taken seriously. Working for him had nothing to do with Brian or with my wedding. Hell, it had nothing to do with him, or with whatever had almost just happened between us. “You said I could start now. Alphas don’t go back on their word. You have to keep me, Jace,” I said, and his exhalation came on the tail of a frustrated growl.
