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And then Jay's gone, withdrawing and moving down my body to settle between my thighs.

"I want you to keep sucking that cock, Gorgeous. Suck it while I feast between these silky fucking thighs, hmm?" Jay hums, licking my center once, then again and again, lapping at my clit and plunging his tongue into me.

"Yes,sir," I gasp, running my tongue along the tattoos that line the underside of Saint's cock.

He hums, pressing it down onto my face. "Just like that-" Saint gasps, watching my tongue move against his skin.

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Crystalized

Afew days later, I muster the courage to tell Jay about my suspicionsjustas we're about to enter the Packhouse. I halt Jay with a hand on his wrist, leaning against his pretty blue GTR.

Impeccable timing, as always, Artemis.

Blue-green eyes swing to me, all of his attention, his focus, hiswolfzeroing in on me the only way Jay can. He's always had that look, even as a kid. "What's wrong?"

Instead of immediately answering, I look around, taking a deep breath. Snow lines the parking lot's edges, dusting the roof and the tops of the trees. Dark, cloudy skies above threaten to dump more at any second.

And then I'm talking. All at once, like a stream of consciousness, I blurt everything out to Jay without even looking at him, finishing with, "I can't tell if I'm just being stupid or if maybe my dislike of the Whites runs deeper than that."

Despite not looking at him, I can see his face from the corner of my eye. But instead of looking at him, I just watch as snow begins falling from the gray sky.

"Istill don't understand why you stayed there so long, but you're not stupid, Artemis," Jay counters and pulls my face back towards him, gripping my jaw in his large hand. "Don't ever say that about yourself again. Hear me?"

The ferocity in Jay's eyes startles me just a little. I blink at him, but he doesn't remove his grip or back down, so I slowly say, "Okay," dragging the vowels out with a tiny eye roll.

Jay smiles wide and brightly at me when I agree, pressing a kiss to my forehead before letting my face go. "Did you ever actually see inside the office?" he asks. I know he's dissecting all the information I dumped on him, wolf probably pacing the darkened corners of his mind, just as mine is by the flash of silver around his pupil.

"Just the once. It wasn't much more than a glimpse." I reply, carefully watching his face. Jay's jaw clenches before he speaks again.

"But they did hunt, right?"

I shrug. "Yeah, I guess. There were guns around. And the office had a bunch of mounts, at least. Stephen didn't strike me as a man who'd buy taxidermies that he didn't personally take down either."

"Guns don't exactly equalhunters," Jay hedges, scrunching his face, hands tucked into his front pockets.

"I know the difference between a hunting rifle and a pistol, you shithead," I grouse, jabbing his rib with my fist.

"Alright, alright," Jay relents, taking his hands out of his pockets. "What makes you think that the Whites are Hunters of our kind, not just regular sportsmen? Did anything else happen in the dream?"

I wince, realizing I forgot to tell him that my dream also included Ethan saying they'd tracked another wolf before. "Well, I think there was also something about tracking another wolf a long time ago…"

"You think they killed your Dad?" Jay asks, hooking his arms around my shoulders.

"No…" I pause, drawing a deep breath. "Maybe? I don't know."

"Okay, I'm not saying you're right that the Huntersarethe Whites, but if theyare,what are they doingall the way out here?"

He makes valid points…but…

Again, I shrug at Jay. "I don't know. Maybe Ethan's swinging his dick around, trying to make me jealous?" As the words spill out of my mouth, I cringe.

Jay, at least, doesn't scoff at the idea. "You think he's that petty?"

Well, when you put it that way…"Yeah, I do."

"What made you think of all this?" Jay's blue-green eyes zero in on me, his palms coming to brace on either side of my shoulders on the roof of his car. I barely restrain myself from sighing. I can think of several things I'd rather do than tell the love of my life I had a dream about my ex-fiance and didn't immediately tell him.