Blood Rites (37 page)

She took a shuddering breath as she felt him
untie the robe and slowly push it off her shoulders until it fell
in a gentle heap on the floor at her feet.

Fane never took his eyes off hers as he
pulled her into his arms. As his lips met hers Jacque trembled at
the skin to skin contact. She felt his hands on her back, his
fingertips lightly moving over her skin. Fane pulled back and they
were both breathing hard as he continued to torture her with his
gentle caresses.

Fane chuckled at her thoughts. "It's not
meant to be torture, love," he told her gently. He pulled her
closer to the bed and then tilted her chin up with his fingers to
look him in the eyes.

"I would make love to you now, Luna." Fane's
eyes continued to glow as he stared intently at her. And as Jacque
felt his love pouring through their bond, wrapping around her and
filling her up, she knew she was ready, ready to be Fane's mate.
Finally.

"Then why are we still talking?" Jacque
whispered. He pulled her onto the bed with him and into his arms,
arms that would always hold her, always protect her, and always
wrap her in love.

Epilogue

Jen
and Sally sat at one of the tables in the
gathering room, the celebration slowly coming to an end. After Fane
and Jacque had left, Alina and Vasile had thrown one hell of a
party in honor of their son's mating. Jen had danced until there
were blisters on her feet. She had eventually taken off the
ridiculous sweater that Decebel had demanded she wear but she had
felt the weight of his stare on her all night. Even now as she
listened to Sally ramble about all the pack members she had met she
could feel his eyes on her.

Jen looked around the room for what felt like
the hundredth time trying to find the gold eyes that she knew kept
her in their view. But just like the other ninety nine times she
could not see him.

"Are you listening to me, Jen?" she heard
Sally ask her. Jen turned back to her friend and saw her eyes
narrow. "Who ya looking for, chicka?"

"No one," Jen lied.

"Uh-huh, sure. And I'm your freaking
fairy-god mother."

"Well, I wish you would get on a couple of my
requests then instead of sitting around here yapping," Jen teased,
hoping Sally would just drop it.

"He's awfully protective of you, and
possessive," Sally continued, ignoring Jen's attempt to change the
subject.

"Sally, it's not going to happen, okay? In
case you've forgotten he happens to be a werewolf and I am human.
So," Jen didn't get to finish as she was interrupted by a voice
from behind her.

"That's not completely true." Dr. Cynthia
Steele pulled out one of the chairs at their table and sat
down.

"What's not completely true?" Jen asked
cautiously.

"You aren't human…"

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Look for the third book in the Grey Wolves
Series,

Just One Drop

To be released February 2012

Note from the Author:

I just want to once again say thank you so much for
reading Blood Rites. I truly hoped that you felt like it was worth
your while. Come check out my other titles on my website at
www.quinnloftisbooks.com.

Sincerely,

Quinn Loftis