“Yeah. If I don’t work on claiming her as mine soon, Roxie will continue to hound the shit out of me to make sure I don’t screw it up.”
Saskia chuckled. “Roxie told me about the rules she said you had to follow.”
Eli moved to stand beside Saskia and put his arm around her shoulders. His black hair was just as sweaty-looking as his mate’s. “It makes me glad I was just a regular mortal before Saskia and I became mates. I would have hated to go through the mating urge and then have a bunch of rules to follow on top of it.”
“Yeah, you lucked out with that one,” Jager said. He then turned to Saskia. “Is there any way we can put a muzzle on Roxie? I seriously don’t think I can handle any more of her talks.”
Saskia grinned and shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t help you out with that one. She rules over all the packs, which includes us. Roxie can pretty much do what she wants.”
“Well, you’re no help,” he grumbled.
“Go to your mate, Jager, and forget about Roxie. Also, don’t worry about having to take your turn protecting her until you’ve claimed your mate. I know Roan was pretty much useless before he claimed Ansley. And you look to be just as stressed as he was.”
Oh, he was stressed all right. The need to make Daylen his was a living, breathing thing inside him that he knew would not go away until he’d made love to her. Plus the lack of sleep wasn’t helping any. After Roxie had left him, he’d tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Daylen.
“You can say I’m stressed” he said. “I guess I’ll leave you two to get back to your sword practice. I should be back later tonight.”
As he walked away, Eli said, “Try not to get arrested.”
Jager turned back around and flipped him off. He doubted he would ever be able to live it down that Daylen had almost gotten the better of him.
Parked across the street from the entrance to the long driveway of the Protectors’
mansion, a lone wolf sat in his car watching who came and went. When a black Camaro pulled out onto the street, he quickly started his car and started to follow it. He smiled, knowing the werewolf who drove the Camaro was the one his leader wanted followed.
Keeping a discreet distance between it, he followed the Camaro out of Marin County and into San Francisco. When the werewolf pulled his car into the driveway of a bungalow in a residential area of the city, the lone wolf slowly drove by, making note of the house number and the street name.
Sure that Miles would be more than pleased to learn the address of Jager’s mate, the lone wolf turned his car in the direction that would take him to their new headquarters.
They now had something that would put one of the Protectors at a distinct disadvantage.
And maybe this information would make up for the fact that Jager had cornered him in that alley.
Chapter Six
The sound of someone knocking on her front door made Daylen jump on the couch where she sat watching television. Ever since that morning, she’d been jumping at the slightest noise thinking Jager could have returned like he’d said he would. She also hadn’t been able to stop replaying how it had felt to have him kiss her. Her body craved more of his touch, much to Daylen’s disgust. And when she had found the hair elastic she had pulled out of his hair on her bedroom floor, she hadn’t been able to throw it in the garbage. It now sat on top of her dresser. Just another sign of her weakening toward him.
Getting up, Daylen walked to the front door. She figured it couldn’t be Jager. He would more than likely break in again instead of knocking on the door. She opened the door and came face to face with the last person she thought she would see on her porch.
So surprised to see it was Jager knocking on her door, Daylen stood there and stared.
After a few seconds, he smiled and said, “Does the sight of me leave you speechless?
I must have left you with a better impression than I’d thought.”
It was partly surprise, and something else that Daylen didn’t want to admit to, that was making her stand in the doorway unable to get her brain to function properly. As soon as her gaze had landed on Jager, something inside her had stood up and shouted with joy. He hadn’t even touched her and her nipples had already tightened beneath her long sleeved t-shirt. Against her will, her gaze lowered to his firm lips. Hers started to tingle as she remembered how it felt to have those lips moving across hers. Daylen knew she had to snap out of it, that she had promised herself she wouldn’t let him do this to her again, but all she could do was stand there like a twit and stare.
Jager chuckled at her continued silence. “I’m going to take your reaction as a good sign that you no longer want to haul me away to jail.” He then brushed past her and walked into the house.
Daylen sucked in a breath as Jager’s body came in contact with hers when he walked past. A shiver of arousal shot through her. A small ache started to pound between her legs. She wanted to reach out, grab Jager by his long pony tail and take his mouth with hers until neither one of them could think straight.
Then his words sank in. Why the hell wasn’t she trying to haul him away to jail?
Moving quickly, Daylen shut the front door and came up behind Jager as he made his way toward the living room. She ignored the thrum of arousal that surged through her and kicked out her foot so it connected with the back of his knee. When he stumbled, she quickly kicked his other knee out from under him. As he started to fall forward, Daylen jumped on his back and used her weight to push him completely over. Straddling him, she yanked his arms behind him. Holding onto his wrists, she pushed his hands to the center of his back.
Jager started to chuckle. “Damn, you got me again. I’m going to blame this on the fact that whenever I’m near you I’m not my usual, observant self.” He lifted his head and turned it to give her a sideways look. “Now that you’ve got me, let’s see if you can keep me down.”
With a show of strength, Jager surged beneath her and threw her off his back.
Thrown onto her side, Daylen tried to get enough space between them so she could try another karate move on him, but Jager proved to be faster. His large hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her across the floor toward him. He shoved her flat on her back and threw himself on top of her.
Her hands pinned between their chests, Daylen futilely tried to push him away. “Get off me,” she said through gritted teeth.
Having him stretched out along her body with her legs trapped between his heavily muscled thighs made her blood heat, which caused the throb in her pussy to pick up tempo.
Not moving, Jager said, “We’re going to have to work on this, Daylen. I wouldn’t mind you jumping me every time you saw me if it led to me and you in bed. I know that isn’t what you had in mind when you kicked my legs out from under me just now.”
Daylen arched her back to try and throw Jager off. She then had to bite her tongue to stop the moan that threatened to break free when his hard cock ended up pressed against her lower abdomen. “The only thing I have to work on is keeping you down long enough to cuff you.”
Jager shook his head. “Are we ever going to get past this point? I’d like to get over it so we can move on to more pleasurable things like getting to know each other better in the most intimate of ways.”
“I don’t think so.” That was the furthest thing from the truth. Daylen felt herself weakening, wanting Jager to touch more of her as each second ticked by.
He gave her a knowing smile. “Now I know that is a lie.” His gaze dropped to her chest, which caused her already taut nipples to tighten even more. “Your nipples are just begging for me to suck on them, and the scent of your arousal is like a drug in the air.”