Free Chance Lost by Jo Larue Page A

always seem to know what I’m thinking. I kind of like that,” she whispered into his fingers that were still roaming. “I like that you wanted more, Sylas, and you’re right, I’m not ready yet. Can I give you one more confession?”
     
    “Only if you want to tell me, Chance.” He reached over and replaced his fingers with his lips for a quick kiss.
     
    Chance hesitated; unsure of how to tell him she had never been with a man before, much less kissed one before. “I’ve never… you know, been with anyone before. Last night, with you, was magical.” She blushed and looked him directly in the eyes. “That was my first kiss and I’m glad it was with you.”
     
    Sylas smiled at her and pulled her closer. Lightly pulling her hair to expose her neck to him, he whispered between kisses down her chin and onto her neck. “Just the first of many more to come, if you will let me, Chance. Just one of many.”
     
    Chance moaned as he tugged her hair. Who knew that having someone gently tugging on her mane could be so erotic! Her only experience from the past was yanking it with full intent to harm her. It had been yanked out, used to throw her across the room, and just recently in the bar it was used to try and trap her. As far as she was concerned, after today, Sylas could pull it all he wanted and she secretly hoped that he would want to pull it, a lot.
     
    Sylas gave her one more deep and mind shattering kiss before he got up and pulled her with him. “I’m starving, and I bet you are too. Let’s get out of here and find some food.”
     
    After she caught her breath back, she smiled and nodded. She was ready to tackle another day and for the first time in a very long while, not alone.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 13
     
    Trey paced the house, cursing. This was the third subject on his Chance list, and it was another no go. The first one he waited almost a full day for. It turned out to be a male subject who apparently was out of town. The second he waited a few hours for while he waited near the apartment. There were woods on the backside of the building and he was able to shift and watch from some bushes right outside the hall corridor. Again, it was a male.
     
    This third one came home from work and yet again, another male. He confirmed each one by waiting until someone identified them by saying their name. He was tired, hungry, and pissed. If the next one was a washout, he was screwed. There was no possible way he could follow up on thirty eight other people named Chance. He could not go back to Craven and admit lying. Or explain what he was doing for the last two days. His quest for Alpha could be lost if he missed his opportunity on this next, and last, person.
     
    Trey kept his plan simple. Find the girl, allow the pack to see how deranged Craven is, catch his weakness for her, and kill him. He knew there was no way in hell Craven could resist punishing her in front of the pack. Craven wanted to make an example of her, but his mistake and downfall would be the human aspect. If Trey didn’t kill him first, the council would call in the Fate’s Enforcer. He could lose the pack as well if this wasn’t done his way. He didn’t want chaos, at least not to the point where he couldn’t control the situation. He wanted to kill Sylas, not be hunted by him. This was his row to hoe, and he would finish it.
     
    Letting out a frustrated sigh, Trey started cleaning the house of his prints. He’d found a house empty of the occupants. Early springtime meant a lot of people on vacations. This one was checked for an alarm system and finding it lacking, he picked the back door lock. Some skills came in handier than others did, and in another lifetime his was thief. This was before he found out he was a shifter. He was too young when he lost his parents to know what he was.
     
    A nurse who worked in the orphanage