Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

15

Callum

“Do you have any coffee?” Nessa asks, her sweet voice pulling me from sleep.

I peel my forearm away from my eyes, squinting them open to look up at her. She’s bouncing on the bed on her knees beside me, clad only in those little red panties and one of my old t-shirts. She looks sexy as sin with her bedraggled hair and sleepy eyes, the hem of my shirt sweeping the tops of her bronze thighs.

How the fuck is it possible that she looks this good first thing in the morning?

“Top shelf of the cabinet next to the fridge,” I grumble, licking my lips as my hungry gaze traverses her body.

“Thanks!” she chirps, leaning in to give me a peck on the cheek before shuffling off the bed and padding out of the room. My eyes linger on her bare legs until she disappears through the doorway, heading down the hall and to the kitchen.

I blow out a breath and tuck my arms behind my head, my mind conjuring up memories of last night as I hear the coffee start to brew. The little cries of pleasure that left her lips. The way her pupils were blown, eyes clouded with lust. The way she wrapped those long legs around me and rocked her hips against mine, taking everything I had to give her like she was fucking made for me. 2

It may have been her first time, but she was so sexy and confident, so uninhibited. Last night was a first for me, too. It was the first time I actually connected with a woman while getting intimate; the first time I put her needs and pleasure before my own. The first time I slept beside someone else all night, and the first time I cuddled.

Yeah, we fucking cuddled afterwards, and you know what? I don’t regret a single thing.

I got the best night’s sleep of my life with Nessa wrapped up in my arms, her head against my chest, her warm breath fanning my skin. I didn’t even have to shove my earbuds in and turn music on to fall asleep, I just listened to the sound of her soft breathing and for once, the quiet didn’t bother me.

I trace the pads of my fingers along my lips, remembering how she sunk her teeth into them as I pushed deeper inside. I held back because I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she took it all and even asked for more. Fuck,

I’m rock hard again just thinking about it.

The sound of a knock at the front door of my apartment rips me from my delightful daydream and I sit up in bed, wondering who the hell could be here at this hour. It isn’t even ten yet, for fuck’s sake.

Maybe they’ll just go away.

Then I hear the deadbolt unlocking and the creak of the hinges, bolting out of bed at the 2016 realization that Nessa has taken it upon herself to answer the door. 3

“Oh hey,” she greets, a friendly lilt to her voice.

“Hey yourself,” I hear Miles reply as I stumble into a pair of sweatpants, darting out of my bedroom and down the hallway to intercept him.

His gaze lifts to meet mine when I emerge from the hall, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Long night?”

“Something like that,” I grumble, raking a hand through my disheveled hair.

Nessa peeks over her shoulder at me as I approach, smiling sweetly with a blue ceramic coffee mug clutched in her hands. I slide up next to her and wrap an arm around her waist, tucking her into my side possessively and leveling Miles with a warning glare.

He’d better not say something stupid.

“I’m gonna go take a shower,” Nessa says casually, passing me the coffee, lifting up on her tiptoes, and planting a kiss on my cheek.

I turn to watch her walk away, my eyes fixated on the way the hem of my t-shirt brushes her upper thighs. Something about seeing her in my clothes triggers this primal, possessive part of me and has my wolf preening. The feeling quickly warps into agitation, though, when I turn back to Miles to see that he’s also watching her, a smirk on his lips. I ball my fists at my sides, resisting the urge to punch that stupid look off his face.

“Looks like I’ve gotta pay up,” he chuckles, nudging me with a fist. “A deal’s a deal.” 3

voice low.

spot on the mission, so you never

little too loudly

The only way that fucker is getting my spot

debts,” Miles replies matter- of-factly,

me of not holding up

that way,

hear our conversation?

he drawls, patting me on the shoulder and turning to exit

the counter and make my way down the hall toward my bedroom, my feet slapping against the vinyl plank flooring. The door to the en-suite bathroom is

ask warily, glancing

have any conditioner? Or just this weird three in one stuff?” She blinks, little droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes.

hand over my face to mask my

a path between her breasts and sliding over her pert nipples. “Wanna join me?”

on the front door interrupts me before I can

fuck is it now?” I groan, fisting my hair as I glance toward the hall. I turn back to her, putting up a finger. “Hold that

curtain back over as I back out of the bathroom, stomping toward the front door as another

a fucking death

door with every intention of taking my friend’s head off.

here to

block his entry, Troy shoulders his way inside like he

need to learn to start picking

I need to get him out of here.

want?” I ask, agitated. I kick the door shut

swiveling around to face

have some things to

my eyes on him suspiciously.

hands in his pockets, a slimy grin sliding across his

“I’m busy.”

said which

“Doesn’t matter.”

eyeing me with disdain. ” You’re an unemployed high

my teeth, wondering how long he’s been waiting to pull that one out. My stepdad never misses an opportunity to point out my shortcomings. “Been busy with Chase,” I mutter, knowing that the one thing Troy can’t argue against is me being of service to our pack’s future alpha. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that he resents the fact that Chase and

picking a piece of lint off his shirt and flicking it onto the floor. “I wonder if he’ll be as lenient as his father was as Alpha. If he’d keep you so close if he knew what

at my sides. I shove them into my pockets to hide my reaction. “Chase knows me,”

a brow.

our gazes in that direction and my heart leaps into my throat.

her wet hair. She’s wearing her denim skirt and cropped t-shirt from last night, and she freezes when she sees Troy, her eyes

Fuck.

Nessa back to me. “Well, aren’t

fuck.

Nessa, this is Troy,” I grumble, gesturing to

stepfather,” he supplies, sticking out his hand for her to shake. 2

It’s so nice to meet you!” She smiles brightly, crossing the room and taking his hand, shaking it eagerly. She steps back and I curl an arm around her waist, pulling her backwards into my chest. I wrap both arms around her protectively,