Haunted Sanctuary (Green Pines Sanctuary) (11 page)

Shane’s computer had proven to be a treasure trove of supernatural lore and ancient texts, each book lovingly scanned and catalogued with a thoroughness that had piqued her curiosity and earned her professional respect. If an explanation for her current situation couldn’t be found in the endless pages of information he’d amassed…

Unease crawled over her skin. She focused on Jay’s fingers in her hair and on taking slow, steady breaths. “My vacation and personal days will take me through the full moon, but after that I have to go back to work or lose my job. Do you think I’ll be steady enough by then?”

“It’s a very good possibility, though there is another one.”

Judging by the tightness in her chest, she’d need it. “What is it?”

“It’s old magic, something the witch Shane contacted will be able to do.” He stroked her hair again, the touch followed this time by a wave of soothing power. “A Guide bond, a connection between a new wolf and a mentor, of sorts. It can help balance you until you get back on your feet.”

A bond. She already felt like she had one with him, a connection that made every touch sizzle or soothe far more than it should. How much more intense would such a thing be with magic? Or maybe helping her process the overwhelming sensory input was the point. “How does it work?”

“It links us together so that I absorb all the excess power that causes you problems. I can do it already, but the bond makes it effortless.”

She heard the words, and heard the meaning under them.
Us. I.
“You want to be my Guide?”

He blinked, as if the question startled him. “Yeah, I do. I mean, your choices are limited anyway because of your strength. But…yes.”

Eden smoothed her thumb over his lower lip with a self-conscious smile. “And it won’t be complicated by how much time I spend wanting to kiss you?”

He cleared his throat and adopted a serious expression, though the way his lips kept curving up at the corners ruined it. “Actually, it’s not uncommon for the relationship to include a sexual component.”

“Really now?” It wasn’t the wolf who prodded her to slide into his lap. She straddled his thighs and rested her hands on his shoulders, fighting to keep her own expression deadly serious. “Jay Ancheta, are you trying to lure me into some kinky sex magic?”

He held up both hands. “Hey, I said you had limited choices, not none. There’s Fletcher, Colin, even Shane.” The words were easy, but a thread of tension ran through them.

Her wolf surged to the surface, demanding to exploit his unexpected weakness. Make him jealous, make him fight for the right to possess. Eden slapped her down hard enough to make them both reel from the internal battle before framing Jay’s face with her hands.

“You’re already my guide to werewolf things in all the ways that matter,” she whispered. “If it’ll make it easier, I want to be bound to you. Kinky sex magic would be a bonus, as long as
you
want to go there with
me
. Because I’m mostly trying to keep from ripping your clothes off right now.”

He rasped her name and wrapped his hands around her waist. “Sex is too dangerous right now. You don’t have the control for it, not yet. You haven’t even faced your first full moon.”

“No sex?” His hands were strong. Even his innocent grip felt dirty, felt more like challenge and invitation than caution. “That’s not fair.”

His fingers slipped under her shirt to stroke her back. “It’s not?”

“No.” Just one little rock to align her hips over his, and she wanted to groan in relief when she ground down against his erection. Arousal accompanied so many of his touches that it had become like background static, an embarrassing state of almost-turned-on that flamed into need when his skin brushed hers.

She could come like this. It wouldn’t take much. A little grind, riding him
and
the thrill of holding the dominant position while the strength of his fingers warned her he could take it away at any moment.

She wanted him to try.

He growled and scratched his nails down her spine. “Eden…”

Too gentle. She bared her teeth and grabbed his shirt, winding her fingers in the fabric before jerking. It ripped with a satisfying noise, revealing his beautiful, glorious chest.

He caught her mouth in a rush of teeth and tongue, a kiss that pleasured as much as it controlled. His fingers dropped to her hips, tightened and rocked her harder against his body. His teeth scraped her lips, dug in. Dominance. It was in every line of him, every movement, in the way he’d taken control of her.

It made her hot. Hungry. Power rose inside her, meeting dominance with strength, with challenge. She tore her mouth from his and tilted her head back, panting for breath. “Is this us not having sex?”

He released a shaky sigh. “Much more and your wolf’s going to want out. It’s nothing to play around with, Eden. It hurts.”

out out out

Eden pressed both hands to her chest as the wolf surged to the surface, like the beast could fly out of their human skin. “Can I change when it’s not the full moon? Can I choose to change?”

“Yes,” he whispered against her throat. “But you have to make sure it’s you choosing to do it, not her fighting her way out.”

“Oh, she’s fighting. Seems like she always is.” Eden closed her eyes and tried to quiet her body, but it was too late to dial back arousal. Jay’s breath skidding over her throat sent shocking tingles straight to her core. “The first night, you did something. You bit the back of my neck and she stopped fighting.”

“It wasn’t the bite.” Jay brushed his lips over the hollow of her throat, and the tingles spread, solidified into a feeling of well-being, of
rightness
. It felt like dropping into a soft chair after a long day, like slipping between cool sheets at night, every knot in her body unraveling as her toes curled. She moaned, wallowed in it.

Jay’s low growl subsided into a pleased rumble. “See? Once we’re bound together, that’s all the time. That easy.”

Eden dropped her face to hide in the crook of his neck and let her body relax against his. “Soon?”

“As soon as this mess with Memphis is done.”

A few days, at most. Eden listened to the strong, swift beat of his heart and let go of the last of her anticipation. Sex could wait. Probably
should
wait, considering how much of it seemed tied up in a feral sort of insanity.

They could be something more than urges. “Jay?”

“Hmm?”

She didn’t know the words for what she wanted to say. She wasn’t sure they existed. “They’re ours, aren’t they? The pack? They feel like mine.
You
feel like mine.”

His chest shook under her cheek, a soft chuckle that washed over her, warm and sweet. “Ours. We’ll take care of them, honey. I promise.”

Chapter Seven

Eden tucked the fitted sheet under the foot of the new mattress and slid her hand over the soft cotton with a smile. “There you go, Quinn. Better than a sleeping bag, I hope.”

He offered her a faint smile. “I’m used to roughing it. The bag would have been fine.”

“Well, the bed will be better.” Straightening, she propped her hands on her hips and eyed the rest of the room. Though the farmhouse had been a warren of sad, empty bedrooms for as long as Eden could remember, the rooms stood testament to a time when the Greens and their extended family had filled the halls with love and laughter.

Now they were filling again, as quickly as Eden could clean them. Quinn was the quietest of the wolves who’d arrived with Zack. The bruised look in his eyes and the careful way he moved made Eden all the more determined to give him a little bit of something he could call his own.

Moving to the sliding door, Eden pushed it open, revealing the second story porch. “We can get you a screen door for this if you want. Keep the bugs out but let you enjoy the fresh air.”

“That’d be nice,” he answered vaguely. “Any more bed frames you need me to assemble?”

Now wasn’t the time to push, no matter how much his pain made her ache. “There’s one in the bedroom across from Zack’s. I thought we could set it up so it will be ready when the witch from Red Rock arrives.”

He nodded and left, heading into the large, all-purpose room at the head of the stairs where Mae sat with her sewing machine. Shane knelt by a baseboard, running cable for the internet, though he looked up when Eden walked by. “Let me know if you need any help.”

Eden let Quinn go and leaned against the wall to watch Shane. “I think everything’s well in hand. I’m just a hovering mama annoying everyone.”

He taped down a length of cable and rose. “I think everyone could use it, at least for a while.”

“Maybe.” And maybe she wasn’t the right kind of soothing, not with her own wolf so volatile. “How’s the wiring coming? Will we be able to get a decent wireless signal, you think?”

He grinned. “I’m putting a second router up here, Eden. That’s what the wires are for. Signal on the one downstairs will never reach, so you’re going to have two.”

“Whatever works,” Eden said, glancing at Mae. The girl had her attention fixed on her sewing like Shane wasn’t there, but Eden had watched the tension ease from her in the hour since he’d come upstairs.

Eden had been worried at first when Jay had insisted Shane stay at the farm while the rest of the men went to Memphis, but something about him soothed even the most traumatized wolves. He spoke in murmurs, moved with calculated deliberation and never approached anyone or stood close enough to back them into a corner.

It seemed very, very precise to her—and utterly natural to him.

He met her gaze and stilled. “What?” he asked curiously.

Before she could answer, Kaley stuck her head through the open doorway. “Have any of you guys seen Zack?”

“They’re not back yet,” Eden said, and Mae whipped around, wide-eyed and pale.

Oh shit.

Kaley stared at Eden, her brown eyes huge in her suddenly pale face. “Back? From Memphis?” She whirled on Mae, her heart pounding loud in the quiet of the room. “He went?”

Mae cringed, shrinking in on herself as if the words had ridden rage instead of terror. Eden stepped between the girls and tried to project confidence along with her words. “He’ll be fine, Kaley. Jay and the others are with him.”

“No, you don’t understand.” Kaley’s hands shook, and she clenched them into fists. “We’re all here. There’s no one there he has to protect. That’s what Zack wanted,
all
he wanted.”

Wild power swept through the room. Strong. Fierce. Mae’s chair tipped over with a clatter, but Eden couldn’t worry about the girl when her own magic was rising fast and vicious.
Dominate
, it urged, begged, screamed. Kaley’s power was a challenge. A rebellion.

Shane stepped forward as Kaley’s chest began to rise and fall with harsh, rapid breaths. “Come on, calm down—”

“No.” She brushed past him, advancing on Eden. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen it, because I know you have. Now that we’re all here, he’s just waiting to check out. He’s—he’s—” The words broke on a sound too splintered for a sob, and she bent double with a cry of pain.

Eden gave up thinking and acted on instinct, grabbing Kaley by the shoulders and dragging them both to the floor. “Shh,” she whispered, pulling the girl into her lap. Heat spilled from her hands, and she smoothed one up to the back of Kaley’s head, unsure what she was doing but driven by something beyond herself. “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”

Kaley shuddered. “He was dead,” she babbled. “He was dead and now he’s not, but he doesn’t believe it.”

“We’ll make him believe it. We’ll have time.” She tightened her grip on Kaley and poured all her belief, all her hope into every word. “You’re not alone with this anymore. You don’t have to be the alpha. Jay’s here, and his friends, and me too. We’re going to make it better.”

Another shudder, and the girl’s near-sobs subsided into whimpers. “I’m so tired.”

Oh God, Eden’s heart ached. She tucked Kaley’s face against her shoulder and whispered more words, soothing lies of comfort wrapped in brazen confidence. She poured all of her hope into Kaley and prayed things were going well in Memphis.

If Zack didn’t come home, Kaley would be the next to break. But she wouldn’t be the last.

Jay cut the engine and peered out at the sprawling, two-story apartment complex. Paint curled off pitted siding, windows had been taped, and at least one door had been broken in recently, the jamb still splintered. “You sure they’ll come?”

Zack stared blankly at the broken door. “They’ll come.”

“Do you want to go inside?”

“Probably should.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Might be some stuff I left behind that no one’s picked over yet.”

“Eden said people had to leave their things behind.” Jay tugged the keys from the ignition. “What happened that last night? Before you went to the farm.”

“They were coming to kill everyone.” Zack bit off a harsh laugh. “Mostly. The bastard stalking Mae tipped their hand. He didn’t want her to get caught up in the purge by mistake, so he showed up and told her to pack her bags like a good girl.”

The man had been obsessed enough to follow her. No way would he have risked her getting hurt in the crossfire. “How did you get everyone away?”