easily. “You want to go first? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
“I’m not uncomfortable,” I bluffed, though it was totally a lie. I was squirmy and nervous as hell, my pulse fluttering in my throat. “And sure, I’ll go first.”
I strode to him and stood before Jackson, sizing him up. His posture was easy and relaxed, so different from my own. It was as if he walked into a new pack and established himself on a daily basis or something.
Hell, for all I knew about him, maybe he did.
But…beggars couldn’t be choosers. Jackson was an alpha, and he was going to let me keep my spot without making my life hell, and I’d get to continue to protect what was left of my small family.
He was my only option.
So, despite the quiver in my stomach, I reached up and put my hand to the back of his neck, pulling him down to mouth level. I didn’t rise up to meet him - that meant I was adjusting to his dominance, and I wanted him to adjust to mine for my mark.
He bent low, and then his neck was close to my mouth, bare and pulsing with heat, and I saw the brush of the loose curls against his nape. He smelled like sweat and wolf and that spicy faint scent I was coming to identify as Jackson. It was an…oddly pleasing combination. I studied his neck for a moment longer, then licked his skin with a long swipe of my tongue, readying him.
I’d never given the mate mark before. Cash and I weren’t marked because we were siblings, and it always threw off other werewolves until they saw us working together. We’d been a unified team from day one. Marks and matings weren’t necessary with a sibling as an alpha like they were with a stranger.
I hadn’t realized how erotic licking another alpha’s neck could be, though, and just how much I’d missed when I’d shared alphadom with my brother in a chaste working relationship. Because licking Jackson’s neck? Kind of arousing. His skin was warm under my tongue, and I tasted the salt of his sweat. His throat flexed in response, as if he was swallowing hard, but he didn’t touch me. I was in control.
I wanted to lick him again.
But I didn’t, because I didn’t know what that would do to our weird relationship. So I simply bared my teeth and bit down on his skin in a hard, aggressive mark.
A small jerk of response was the only reaction I got.
I pulled away, and he moved back, too. I noticed Jackson was watching me with an intense look on his face. His eyes were slitted as he straightened, and I watched him touch the mark I’d left on his neck. It was bright red, the outline of my mouth clear.
I’d just claimed myself a mate.
I was feeling a little weirdly breathless about it, too. I couldn’t stop staring at the mark, pleased and aroused at the sight of it. That was mine. He was mine.
“You ready?” He asked in a low voice.
“Ready?” I echoed, my thoughts a blur. Ready for what?
That gorgeous, slow smile curved his mouth again, making my pulse flutter again. “For my mark.”
“Oh. Right.” I knew that. I pulled my almost-dry hair off of my neck in an effort to be helpful, and stepped closer. I tilted my head back, showing my throat in an extremely vulnerable angle that immediately set my hackles on edge. I never showed throat to anyone. My entire body locked with tension.
His hand brushed through my hair, grazing my hand and then clasping over it. With his other hand, he tilted my chin a little more so I was even more open to him.
I jerked when his head bent low, almost stepping backward, but his hand over mine, both tangled in my hair, kept me in place.
“Calm, Alice,” he told me in that low, soothing voice. “You know it has to be done. You know I won’t hurt you.”
I knew both. It didn’t mean I wasn’t skittish. I forced myself to stay still as he leaned in closer, and I could hear him inhale. Then, he licked my skin in a long, slow swipe of his tongue that felt entirely too good. I sucked in a breath, startled.
And then he