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I quickly scanned for Sienna. Nowhere to be seen.

No one else seemed to be paying attention to us, so I relaxed a little.

The sexy male in front of me waited, arms crossed and biceps popping. He was using the moment to eye fuck me. I couldn’t help but smile at him as I mimicked his stance, knowing it would make my boobs look that little bit better. By the way his gaze shot down there, I knew it did the job. I heard a little appreciative growl rumble in his throat. “I’ve got to admit, I’ve come to love my job. You were late because you wore those shorts for me and I get to punish you for it tonight.”

I swallowed roughly, getting into my starting position. He continued, “I don’t know if I can wait until tonight though. I might have to come up with an excuse to get you out of here … now.” His provocative voice, his suggestive words, drove me insane.

“Griffin, we shouldn’t keep doing–”

“We should,” he stated, cutting me off and stepping closer. He grabbed my hips, twisting one side towards him. “We definitely should.” Then his hand ran up my waist to my shoulder and he adjusted my arms. “I make the rules around here, remember, Supernova?” When he had me positioned how he wanted, he tried to knock me off balance by jutting his leg between mine while striking with his hand towards my chest. “Besides, do you really think you can resist after last night?”

I caught his arm just in time and held my stance. Cocky bastard. He grinned at me, impressed, and then grabbed my body to set me up for the next position. “There’s no point trying to run from it. Don’t lie to yourself, baby.”

“This has to be just for fun though,” I warned as his hands traversed my body, leaving tiny goosebumps in their wake. “Just an outlet. I’m not ready for anything else.” Really, I wasn’t ready to get hurt again. And if I tried to keep it fun, maybe I wouldn’t let my heart get too involved. Maybe it could just be sex.

Studying my face, he considered his next words. “Fine with me. I’m not what one would call the ‘boyfriend’ type anyway.”

“Good.” Maybe this would prevent me from getting hurt. Although a part of me really wished he was the boyfriend type.

“Great,” he agreed. This time I was too distracted to block his next move and he threw me to the floor, his enormous body landing on top of mine. The breath was knocked out of me, and not just because of his weight. He leaned in and licked my lip—right there in the open for anyone to see. Before I knew it, he was pulling me up to my feet and his voice boomed to the squad who were still busy practising their defences.

“It appears I got a bit carried away. I’ll be taking Venus to the infirmary to make sure she’s okay. Billie and Kitana will take over with demonstrations.”

He was already pulling me away before he finished speaking. The second he dragged me into the hall and closed the sliding door, he lifted me to wrap my legs around his waist and roughly pressed me against the steel wall, consuming my mouth hungrily while his hands continued his exploration from earlier, enjoying the benefits of my tiny shorts. He swallowed my bewildered moan.

“You waste no time,” I panted when I was allowed to take a breath. I didn’t know how I was going to get through this. Once I got a taste of him, I just couldn’t get enough.

“I can’t keep my hands off you, Supernova,” he proclaimed breathlessly.

He walked me down the hall and fumbled to find the door as we continued to taste each other's mouths. He finally got us through one. The large room was thankfully empty. By the whiteboard on the back wall and the round table in the centre, framed by an array of mismatched leather chairs, I was guessing this was the notorious strategy room. I’d not yet been in here and definitely wouldn’t have guessed my first time would be for the type of war games Griffin and I were now playing. “Should we be in here?”

“It’s safer than the hallway, isn’t it?” He continued to press kisses along my lips and down my jaw. He had a point and I was in no mood to stop him as my body was a tinglingly, wanton mess. At least it was private.

Griff placed me on the table and stopped his attack on my mouth long enough to take his shirt off. The hanging pendant lights above the table illuminated the defined ridges of his abs and the photographer in me wanted to capture this moment—the exquisite artwork that he was.

His face took on a predatory expression in the dim lighting with his cheekbones and wicked grin glowing. My body reacted with excitement rather than fear as I recalled last night, and I ran my hands along the smooth, hard planes of his chest. He stood between my legs and grabbed both sides of my face with his broad hands, his soft lips once again meeting my own, leaning into me as he lowered me down onto the table until my back pressed against the hard, cold surface. His hands moved down my chest, tracing the edge of my halter top before he pulled it over my head, leaving me in just my shorts and boots. His long arms hit one of the lights as he did so, causing it to swing violently above us. We both broke out laughing. He gave me another melting grin before resuming his assailment of my body.

I was about to get my workout in for the day—and likely not my last.

I could get used to this.

CHAPTER 34

Once we had satiated our desires, at least for the moment, the two of us headed back to training. It had been challenging to keep our hands off each other and I was grateful when Griff got called away for a meeting with Thea and the other officials soon after so I could catch my breath—a moment of reprieve.

Of course, I still had to spill the beans to the girls. Which meant going through the details, bit by bit in order to satisfy Kit’s nosiness. She wouldn’t be content until she knew she had all the goss. And honestly, I didn’t blame her. I felt the same way about her budding relationship. But it meant I wouldn’t really get a chance to relax or rest my hyperfixating mind.

While physical combat was vital in our line of work, it was also imperative that we understood the theory behind wolf protection, including myths, legends, antidotes and history. Therefore, among all our training, we occasionally replaced the final hour of physical training with a strategy class or had larger workshops between 10am-12pm instead of weapons and combat. Today happened to be one of those days.

In a previous class, we had been taught about the best way to ‘put down’ a wolf. The animal lover in me physically cringed at hearing such a thing, but the hunter part—that now lived within me—tolerated it. Only as an absolute last resort.

I took the information with a grain of salt, taking note of how to take down a wolf instead. Today’s lesson was similar, looking like a scene from a science lab as we mixed chemicals and herbs to make enhanced weapons or toxic potions and antidotes. Turns out, things like wolfsbane from the Vampire Diaries were very real. And here I was, once again feeling like Jeremy and a member of The Five as I made these concoctions.

Kitana, all gloved up, was crushing the purple plant with a mortar and pestle to use in a special bullet casing, the empty capsules scattered all around her. It was a crazy sight to behold and once again I had to mentally reassure myself that this was my life now and it was indeed very, very real.

“Alright, we’ve waited long enough now, Vee. You’re killing me,” she said, sticking out her tongue in concentration as she ground the last bit before she continued. “Did he pat that kitty? And if so, how many times?”

I was using a dropper to transfer a few drops of wolf’s venom into a test tube. Which I needed to pause in order to appropriately look at my friend in shock. “Oh my god, Kit. You need to wash that mouth out with soap! Do you talk to your mother with that thing?”

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