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Authors: Rhiannon Held

Reflected (Silver Series)

 

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To Rowena

The sister, brainstormer extraordinaire

Not least because she thinks her “the” is as funny as I do

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This book extended my research into new areas, so I have several new people to thank this round. Commander John Suessman and everyone at the Washington State Criminal Justice Training Commission Basic Law Enforcement Academy in Burien were friendly, welcoming, and very patient with all my hypothetical questions. You know you’re doing your police research right when you have to use a multipoint turn to escape the one-way lane in the parking lot because there’s a traffic stop exercise blocking the other end. Elizabeth Tereno (Esquire!) answered my legal questions, and Olwen Sanderson, my therapist ones. All mistakes are the fault of gremlins.

On the writing side, this book owes its quality to the usual, faithful suspects. Corry Lee, Kate Marshall, Mae Empson, Renee Stern, Harold Gross, Erin Tidwell, David Silas, and Kim Ritchie read early drafts, among others who I am sure I am forgetting. Rowena Held heroically helped me brainstorm, and it’s for her that I made the sympathetic sister the younger one. Not that
either
of us is
ever
unsympathetic, annoying, or frustrating.

This book was shaped by my wonderful and patient editor, Beth Meacham, and agent, Cameron McClure. I’d also like to thank Melissa Frain, Amy Saxon, Alexis Nixon, Aisha Cloud, and the whole team at Tor.

The director and members of the Market Street Singers community choir have kept me sane along the way, and this time they can look for a loved one of one of their own tuckerized within, in gratitude for their donation to the choir. My life is also enriched and bolstered by the archaeologists, gamers, writers, singers, and now fans who surround me. Thank you all!

 

CONTENTS

Title Page

Copyright Notice

Dedication

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Tor Books by Rhiannon Held

About the Author

Copyright

 

1

Felicia ran full tilt, tongue lolling out as she panted. She’d let Tom catch her soon, but not quite yet. She skidded in a U-turn, showering a bush with dirt and needles kicked up by her paws. Up ahead, near where they’d left their clothes, erosion had carved the descending path into a bare, hardened slide. Exposed roots provided improvised steps only here and there. It was much harder to navigate on four feet, without hands to grab at branches, but Felicia cleared most of it in one soaring jump and skidded down the rest.

At the bottom, she turned back in time to see the sandy-colored werewolf trip and slide down nose-first. Tom rolled into it, ending on his back with his legs in the air. He gave Felicia an upside-down canine grin. Felicia snorted. Dignity? What was that? His fur tended to stand up every which way anyway, so the additional disarranging hardly made a difference.

Even without dignity, he was good-looking as a man and had an intriguing scent in both forms. Felicia twitched her tail as he righted himself and crouched low over his forepaws in an invitation to wrestle. Felicia waited to make sure he was watching her, then shifted back to human. No one cared about nudity, but watching the exact moment of shifting was very intimate. She knew he’d look away if he had warning. She wanted him to see her shift.

The Lady was near full, so the shift was as easy as diving into water from the bank above. When she finished and straightened, fully in human, his face showed he realized what she’d done. He turned his head belatedly.

Felicia crossed her arms under her breasts and waited. Even though it was June, it was late enough in the day that only slices of direct sunlight peeked through the trees, leaving much of her body in cool shadow. Seattle hadn’t managed to muster much of a real summer the three years she’d lived here. She supposed at least they were better than the summers near Washington, D.C., where her father’s home pack had been based before he’d expanded their territory to the rest of the country.

Tom shifted after an awkward moment. Felicia watched unapologetically. The twist of muscles from wolf to human had a real grace this close to the full.

“Felicia…” Tom pushed himself to human feet, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He held his ground, but only barely, as she walked up to him, rolling her hips. “What are you doing? We were just playing.”

Felicia placed her hand on his shoulder and went to her tiptoes to breathe his scent from the curve of his neck. His light hair was too shaggy in human to stick up, but it tried anyway, making him look perpetually rumpled. His attraction was clear to smell, and it fed Felicia’s own. She was tired of all this waiting. “You don’t smell like just playing.” She nipped at his ear and he shivered.

“That’s not fair.” Tom pushed her to the length of his arm. “I can’t help that. But your father would kill me—”

Felicia caressed his wrist until he had to release the pressure holding her back if he wanted to avoid the touch. “What, I have to be celibate forever because I’m the alpha’s daughter? How is
that
fair?”

Tom huffed. “It’s not just that—” This time, when Felicia touched him, palm against his chest, he didn’t push her away. He was still lankier than she thought of as her type, but he’d definitely filled out some muscles since she’d first met him. She wanted to caress them, sternum to navel and lower, trace the delicious curve of his hip bone, but she stopped herself.

He didn’t push her away, but he didn’t pull her closer, either. Felicia’s stomach wobbled. Was he making excuses because he wasn’t actually interested? She’d smelled attraction, but every Were knew that was sometimes physically unavoidable. Just because you smelled it didn’t mean the other person wanted to act on it.

Felicia shook out her hair, wishing the black waves would curve smoothly together rather than always curling against each in an unruly mass. She looked down at her side, checking the smooth curve to her hip. There were other young men she could invite to a game of chase—
had
played that game with. They thought she was pretty enough. But Tom had never thrown himself at her. If she was honest with herself, she’d have to admit she could never really tell what he was thinking under the silly exterior.

Well, fine. If she was going to get herself rejected, she might as well get herself rejected for really trying. “I’m eighteen. Even the humans think that’s legal. I can make my own decisions.” Felicia balanced against his chest to whisper in his ear. “But if you’re so scared of my father you can’t get it up, I’d totally understand—”

Tom jerked back, but only to give himself room to claim her lips in a fierce kiss. His hands came up to her back and ass, yanking her tight against him. Felicia arched her body within the hold and gripped those glorious hips. Thank the Lady. She hadn’t misread him. He did want her.

When they came up for air, he glanced at the lowering sun. “You know this close to the full the rest of the pack will probably be coming out here to hunt once they get off work,” he said, resigned laughter in his voice.

“We have plenty of time. That just makes it more exciting.” Felicia braced herself for another round of objections—why did Tom care so much what other people thought?—but he just grinned mischievously. He freed one hand and ghosted fingertips down her spine. The sensation was surprising, not quite ticklish, but something that made her back muscles arch without thinking. She gasped and shivered all over.

Tom rocked back a step, grinned wider, then danced out of her reach. “Better capture me quick, then.” He dropped to rest fingertips on the ground as he shifted back to wolf.

Felicia shifted as quickly as she could to follow. Wouldn’t want to give him
too
much of a head start, though she didn’t want to capture him immediately either. That was the best part of sex, catching someone who was delighted to be caught.

Tom raced off through the thickest part of the underbrush, and Felicia dashed after, jumping branches and crashing through ferns. Rather than going for distance and speed as they had in their earlier running, he captured the intensity of this chase by using the obstacles to keep them tangled close. When he darted one way, she darted the other, trying to cut him off, but he countered her every move until she panted with canine laughter.

Time for a new strategy, Felicia decided. She sprinted in a straight line away from him and hunkered down behind a downed tree’s upturned roots. She pressed herself flat to the ground and watched between hanging clods of dirt as he followed her trail, slowly and suspiciously.

She surged out of her hiding place and bowled him over, both of them nipping at each other’s fur as they rolled around in the dirt and pine needles. She knew perfectly well he’d been expecting that, but she didn’t mind. She got on top of him and he surrendered with a flop of his head to lie stretched out flat on his side. She scrabbled back just enough to give herself room to shift to human to smirk at him. She’d captured him fair and square.

Tom shifted back and pushed to his feet, head bowed. Too late, Felicia caught the grin he was hiding. He lunged away, but she was fast enough to get a tight grip on his ankle. “Dirty cheat!” She was breathing almost too hard to get the laughing words out.

“You didn’t think I’d make it easy on you—” Tom lost the rest of his words in the wheeze as she yanked his foot out from under him and he fell on his ass. She grabbed his calf and then the opposite thigh as she climbed up his body, knees on either side. No way was she taking her hands off him now.

“Gotcha.” Teasingly, Felicia stopped short, straddling his thighs rather than his hips, and slipped her fingers along his length. She began by mimicking the ghosting pressure he’d used on her, growing more and more insistent. He moaned, whatever smart answer he’d been planning lost for good. She used her free hand on herself, rocking her hips as she tapped into the familiar delicious rhythm.

Tom touched her upper arms and drew her up until she was leaning over him and he could draw her nipple into his mouth. Felicia was about to prompt him, but his own experimental graze of teeth against it made her gasp and he increased the pressure until she almost couldn’t stand it.

When she moved down his body again, she stopped at his hips and guided him into her. His hands settled on her hips as she wriggled, finding the perfect angle. Then the rhythm, slowly increasing. Felicia abandoned herself to it.

*   *   *

Tom might have seemed silly, but he was really good with his hands. And tongue. Like any first time together, it took some experimenting to find just the right pressure, just the right rhythm, but when they collapsed to tuck against each other, Felicia had no complaints. That had been
nice.

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