The Claiming by Cooper Book 4

The Contest by Cooper (Jaxon & Evangeline)

Chapter 22 Evangeline

When my sisters pulled me onto the dance floor, Maggie went in for the kill. “You know he thinks you’re his mate, right? I mean, he’s not showing anyone any attention but you,” she says.

“I know.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“And how do you feel about him?” she asks, giving me a look like I’m being purposefully dense.

“I like him. I like him a lot.”

“Are you going to dance with him again?” she asks. I turn and look at him on the edge of the dance floor, talking to his sister.

“He told me to save every slow dance for him.”

She stops dancing and stares at me. “Evangeline! Super Hotty wants all your slow dances. He is definitely on the mate track. Have you thought about what you want to do?”

“What do you mean? I’m not going to DO anything,” I tell her. “Well, I mean, I’m going to date him, but I’m not quitting the competition.”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes, I’ve been very clear about that. And

and she agreed we could come train with them. Now I just need to find out who dad got and who Alpha Jordan got for the fighters

smart,”

her as Makayla hops

get

to where they are providing

becoming slower. Maggie nudges me and I look up to see Jaxon heading my way. I finish off the

extend my hand and without a word, he takes it and guides me

dance with my sisters, or get something to drink, but the minute a slow song comes on, Jaxon

on and people begin to head off to sleep before they have to get up

asks, tugging me close and

driving for you, Jaxon, first to get home then to come see me. Are you sure you don’t

positive I don’t want to wait a day before I see you again. I’m already

the outline of his jaw, just visible in the moonlight. His short hair tickling my finger until I slide it up his chin to his

k*isses my finger as I bring it to his mouth. There’s something about the night that makes it easier to bare your soul to

I say, without taking my eyes

again. “What do

do look up at him. “I think it’s possible. I feel drawn to you, and you

my finger. “Only ‘pretty drawn’ to you?” he asks, sucking my finger into his mouth and gently licking and sucking on it. The feel of his tongue on my finger, warm and wet,

as my finger suddenly feels like it has a direct line to

I can tell, you haven’t given any other she-wolves attention since you’ve

anymore. The only person

that I’m your mate.” It’s a

moment I smelled your honeysuckle scent in the middle of a crowd of people in this competition, that you are the one

lips with my

a little sweet, a little floral, all you and all mouthwatering. So

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