Page 19 of Savage Trap

I hum as he presses his hips against my ass, one hand stroking my belly as the other grabs my hair, tilting my neck. His tongue slides over his mating bite without warning, and I groan as arousal licks between my legs. Even with all the stress, the last few hours have been the best kind of foreplay, and I press back against his groin, grinding on the hard shaft of his erection.

“Remind you of the first elevator ride we took?” he asks, gently biting his mark and making me shudder. I watch the crackle of heat in his green eyes as he licks away the sting. “My little spitfire, who didn’t want to hug me.”

I roll my eyes, partially at his exaggerated pout, but mostly at the way his fingers are working my nipple through my jumpsuit. “I said I didn’t hug strangers, and you said you fucked them. Then you told me sorrow is beautiful…”

“Sure is, but I wanted to scoop yours out and fill you up with something better.”

I groan, half-laughing. “I can’t believe that line actually worked on me.”

“Nearly as good as calling the sweet mess in your pussy Rory’s slick.” I groan again, this time grinding on him harder, and he whines. “Love the jumpsuit, babe, but it’s not exactly easy access.”

I laugh for real this time, but I’m pretty sure we’d be full-on fucking if I had gone with one of my flirty little skirts. And that’s probably something the Leon security team doesn’t need to see on our first night in town.

But my laughter dries up as we enter the suite and I drop my purse and kick off my shoes. There’s a strange stillness in the air and I shoot Rory a worried glance as we hurry towards the main bedroom. There’s actually three bedrooms in the suite, but only one with a nest big enough to take us all. And that’s where I find Kelly, curled in a tight ball and fully shifted into his wolf form.

My throat catches as I stare at his silky red-gold fur. Kelly is as beautiful in his wolf form as he is in his human skin, but my steps are hesitant as I approach the bed. He’s clearly sound asleep, but every few breaths he gives a soft whimper that shoots straight to my heart like an arrow. It takes me a long moment to tear my eyes away and look at Link. He’s lying next to Kelly, close but not quite touching, and I raise a brow at him. They love each other to death, and it’s rare for them to ever keep their distance, except for the times when I’m in the mix. But Link’s body is tight with tension. “Everything okay?”

Link is lying on top of the covers and is wearing just a pair of black sweats, low on his hips. Tattoos curl down his neck – a mix of swirls and jagged edges framing a bullet, a claw, and Kelly’s name – and there’s a white scar on his chin. He has sharp cheekbones, a broad forehead, and a slightly hooked nose over a puffy bottom lip. I remember the first time I saw him, I thought he was the poster child for a pack enforcer, but there’s a sharp intelligence in his eyes that I rarely saw in Bisha’s lieutenants. And then there’s the fact the only pack he recognizes are his blood brothers, and to a certain extent, me.

As much as I know he’s a devil, I cannot deny that Link is a stunning man.

“He’s better,” he murmurs, not looking away from me. “I wanted to check the feeds, but he starts whimpering every time I move.”

That explains Link’s tension, and I smile as Rory steps past me and hands him his laptop. We all know Link is better when he’s wired in, and the furrow leaves his brow as he starts to work the keyboard. “Nate is helping Cam get access to the club feeds,” I tell him.

He grunts. “I can probably do it faster from here.” But then he tips his dark eyes up to mine. “What did you see?”

“Not anything useful,” I admit, my gaze dropping back to Kelly. “He didn’t say anything to you?”

“Just something weird.” His fingers pause in their rapid typing, and he bites his lip. “We were in the bathroom, and he looked spooked, like he was staring straight through me. I was talking to him, trying to get him into the shower, but he kept saying one word over and over.” I arch a brow, impatient, and he slants a glance down at our mate. “Wolf.”

“Wolf?” I feel my heart rate jump back up. “Did he say Wolf, or Loup?”

Link’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Why would he be talking about the Wolf of Washington?”

“Because he was in the club.” I sink onto the edge of the bed, rubbing at my face. “Hopefully you can find him on the feeds. He was in the chillout room, back behind the main bar. Just him and one other guy, probably his personal security. He asked me that same bullshit about Arben, only more threatening, and I… sort of popped a claw…”

Rory sucks in a sharp breath, since I didn’t share this with him while we were still in the club. I’d been too freaked out hearing Cam had to take Kelly home. Plus, I wasn’t sure where Loup was. He’d made his offer and then left, but I could still feel eyes on me. And not just the usually drunk alphas checking out an omega on her own. This had felt … predatory.

“So, he knows you’re special,” Link says, and I can’t deny the tiny lick of warmth in my chest at the word. But he’s scowling now. “What else?”

“He offered us a deal. We get Arben to meet him for a private conversation, and he’ll make sure he gets immunity from any prosecution by Washington.”

Rory makes a low growling sound as he wraps his arms around me. “The fucker shouldn’t be talking to you, let along offering bullshit deals.”

I twist to look up at him. “That’s what we’re here for, though, right? Politics.”

I almost spit the word, and Rory chuckles, since I’ve made my feelings clear on the subject. But then he’s reaching down and scooping me into his arms, bridal style. “Come on, babe. I’ll wash that dirty word out of your mouth.”

Link watches us for a moment, then gets back to work on his laptop. “Just keep it down in there.”

Rory shoots him a finger, which isn’t easy since he’s carrying me, but I get his full attention when we reach the bathroom. It’s luxurious, like the rest of the suite, with a long marble vanity, a huge tub, and a walk-in shower. He props me on the vanity and, sweeping my hair aside, tugs the zipper on my jumpsuit. “We get clean, then we go sleep with our Sunshine, yeah?”

I nod, resting my head on his chest as he helps me step out of my clothes. I’m exhausted, my adrenaline crashing now I know Kelly is safe, but I’m still squirming inside my skin. And my brain is whirling a mile a minute, the noise and lights from the club still ringing in my ears. So when Rory nudges me towards the shower, I pull on his arm. “You, too,” I tell him. “I need you to peel me out of my skin, Rory.”

The flare in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I mean. And then he’s backing me under the spray, boots, jeans, and all. I gasp, but he swallows it down, his mouth plundering mine as we circle each other. As soon as I’m lined up with the timber ledge, he drops to his knees, lifting my leg over his shoulders. His silk shirt is plastered to his skin and I tug at it, but it’s stuck to his hard muscles like glue. Which is a damn fine sight, but I need to feel his skin on mine, and I finally resort to a claw through the top couple of buttons. He chuckles as he tears the ruined fabric over his head, and I sigh.

Damn, I love this man with every fiber of my being.

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