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“That’s my girl,” he whispered at her ear. “Feel me inside you. You’re taking all of me, love. Every inch. Such a good girl.” He trailed kisses along her neck. “You like that?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, nodding as she pressed her ass back into his thrusts.

“I want to feel you come with my cock in your ass.”

“Yes,” she hissed, panting as they moved together faster.

“You want to come?”

“Yes! Please!”

He slid his hand down her stomach, fingers plucking her clit briefly before he pinched the bud. Jemma screamed, her ass fisting his length as she contracted around him. He pressed his thumb over her clit, rubbing tight circles as she came, her ass milking his cock of every drop as he joined her with a yell. This time, when they collapsed to the bed, neither of them moved. It was long moments before he could even tug free of her grip.

Jemma whimpered, turning to burrow against his side, lips pressing over his heart.

“Oh, my God,” she moaned. “That was incredible.”

“You liked that, huh?” He knew she did. She’d damn near killed him with how good it had been.

“I know we need to clean up then go check in with the others,” she murmured as she nuzzled closer, throwing her leg over his, her knee brushing his cock as she pressed her pussy against his thigh. “Can we lie here for just a moment?”

She was asleep almost as soon as she finished the question. He reached down and tugged the blanket over them. He’d give her all the moments she needed. Everything else could wait.

Chapter Seventeen

Jemma was a shameless hussy. Though Brock had fucked her when they’d awoken, then again in the shower, she was counting the moments until they were back in the bedroom. She wanted him again. It was as if every encounter increased her hunger for him. At that moment, they were having dinner with part of his family, and she couldn’t seem to sit without wiggling in her chair. She swore she still felt him buried in her ass, and the smug look he gave her said he knew it.

“What are we going to do with Caleb?” Slade asked, bringing her attention back to the conversation.

She’d been surprised to find out the sniper who’d shot Titus was Caleb Oaks, Roco Oaks’ younger brother. Roco had been an enforcer for the Holloway den when Matthew Holloway was still alive. Though Laramie had called back all the enforcers, Roco had disappeared during the first surge of attacks that had wiped out so many of them. Now, they knew Lawrence Walker was the one responsible for those, but Caleb couldn’t get to the well-guarded male, so he’d decided to take out his fury on Titus Walker instead. Now, Caleb was locked up, awaiting his alpha’s judgment.

“Laramie hasn’t decided yet,” Declan told them, sharing a look with Slade.

Laramie and Em were with Jensen, Malachai, and a recovering Titus. Jemma had spoken briefly with Jensen, to tell him about feeling her bear again. He’d been relieved, guessing it was the mixture of the poison and the suppressant that had kept it asleep inside her for so long. He thought she should be able to shift again any day. She hoped he was right. He’d also ordered her to meet him in the morning for more bloodwork just to check.

Ruby was with her father. The little girl was afraid to let her dad out of her sight, so Jemma figured the alpha and his mate would be spending a lot of time with Malachai. The twins were with their older brother, as well, while Koby and Holt oversaw Walker’s continued interrogation. Jemma wasn’t sure where Matheus was. Maybe, helping Milo guard Caleb.

“What’s your take on Titus?” Brock asked Slade’s mate, Rissa. As someone who’d grown up as part of the former Langston den in Washington, she’d know Titus better than any of them.

Rissa thought for a moment. “He stepped up when no one else would and tried to keep us together, tried to find out how the attack happened. He lost his best friends during the assault.”

“Malachai seems to believe Titus didn’t have anything to do with the strike in Washington,” Declan offered.

“He’s not like Lawrence,” Xandra added, and she would know since the elder had kept Xandra captive for just over five years. “You can feel the evil in him. Titus doesn’t have that.”

“He seems sad,” Jemma told them, drawing their attention to her.

“What do you mean?” Brock asked, trailing his fingers through her hair.

“Like he’s lost everything. Like he doesn’t belong.” She shrugged. “I know what that feels like.”

“Jemma.” Brock leaned in and kissed her on the temple.

“Not anymore,” she assured him. “But I lost my family then immediately got taken and hidden for years. I got lost in grief, in the dark and silence. When Fletch brought me here, I didn’t belong. Not really.”

“I’m sorry I ever made you feel that way,” Brock whispered, tugging her from her chair and pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her.

“You didn’t make me feel that way. None of you did. It was circumstance. I had no family. No friends. I was alone, even when I was surrounded by all of you. I’m guessing Titus feels similar. He lost his family. Most of his friends. He tried to step up and do what was right, but even those who accepted him are here now, a place where his name could be a death sentence. He has to stay alert to what lurks behind every face.”

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