Page 21 of Savage Trap

I’m pretty sure a blush stains Link’s high cheekbones, but then he’s moving aside a little, exposing the warm strip of bed between him and Kelly. My wolf makes a pleased chuffing sound, striding forward and lowering herself onto her belly. Link pauses, then eases back onto the pillow, my wolf giving a low yip as his hand slides across her flank. Kelly wriggles closer, maybe sensing her wolfy heat, and a feeling of smug contentment rises off my wolf as Link’s fingers twist in her fur.

I’m about to tell her not to read too much into it when she drops her head on her paws and it’s lights out.

Elvi

I blink awake to warm skin and Kelly’s chocolate scent, his amber eyes fixed on me. “Good morning,” I whisper, pressing my naked length along his and giving a happy sigh. Kelly is just the perfect balance of hard muscle and soft curves. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Better,” he murmurs back, and I lift my head enough to realize we’re alone. “The guys are getting breakfast and checking the security feeds from last night.”

I push myself up on an elbow, brushing his hair back from his face. It always comes out tangled after a shift, but also brighter and softer, the highlights like spun gold. Come to think of it, the tangles might be because my fingers are always buried in it, greedy for its silky texture.

“I’m sorry we got separated.” I bite on my lip, all the guilt from last night returning in a gush. “It was stupid. I should’ve come back to find you earlier, or at least checked in with our bond.”

“I could say the same,” he tells me, rubbing a hand over his face and letting his head fall back on the pillow. He peers up at the ceiling like he’s looking for answers. “There’s a bunch of stuff all jumbled up in my head, and none of it makes sense.”

“You said something about a wolf. Do you think it was Loup?” I ask carefully, but he’s already shaking his head. I wait for him to say something more, but when the silence stretches, I lean down and give him a soft kiss. “Well, maybe the guys have something for us. You want to get up, or cuddle some more?”

He rolls quickly, covering me with his hard length, his eyes sparkling down into mine. I gasp, because there’s no way I can get this close to Kelly without forgetting how to breathe. “I always want to cuddle with you, Angel. But your dad’s going to be here soon, and I’d prefer to take our time. Raincheck until tonight?”

“Definitely,” I whisper, leaning up to taste his lips again. “But I wouldn’t say no to a midday quickie either, just so you know.”

His mouth quirks into a masculine smirk. “I think that could be arranged.”

We eventually head out into the main sitting area, the guys split between two loaded room service carts and a bank of laptops on the dining table. My appetite wakes up with a roar, which is typical after a shift, and I head straight for the platter of bacon. There’s Turkish coffee in a traditional wide-bottomed copper pot, and I make grabby hands as Cam pours me a cup. “Make sure you have some of the spinach omelet with that,” he tells me, frowning at the mountain of bacon stacked on my plate.

I roll my eyes at him. “I thought you were going to wake me for a grueling training session this morning.”

“Exactly. I let you sleep in, but now you need to fill up on something nutritious.” He points back at the healthy cart with its egg whites and whole grains. “Because I plan on going double hard on you tomorrow.”

I grab a piece of bacon between my fingers and bite into it with a snap of my teeth. “Or you and Rory could just DP me in the shower again.” I flutter my lashes at him. “Is that what you mean by double hard?”

I’m pretty sure Lincoln just spat his coffee across his keyboard, but I’m too busy grinning at Cam’s shocked face. Rory, meanwhile, has a hand clutched to his heart. “My angel just fell. This is the proudest day of my life.”

I’m feeling pretty proud, too, until Kelly steps up beside me, his hands on his lean hips. “You sure we can’t just blow off this council and fuck all day?”

I choke, putting my coffee down before I scald myself. “What happened to the raincheck we just talked about?”

Kelly gives me a sly smile as he steals a piece of bacon from my fingers. “You know my wolf is a horny beast around you, Angel. I’m pretty much primed to go whenever you are.”

That gets all the guys on their feet, but Link gives a groan that sounds like it’s torn from somewhere deep inside him. “Incoming,” he says, rubbing his face as he checks his monitor. “Your dad’s at the door.”

I shake my head at Kelly, who’s grinning like a devil, and go to let my dad in. If he can sense the tension swirling in the air, he doesn’t comment, dropping a distracted kiss on my cheek. It’s not a new thing, these little displays of affection, but they still make me tingle all over. After thinking Roan Bisha was my dad for the first twenty years of my life, I’m lapping up every bit of normal parenting I can get.

“Quick debrief,” my dad says as we all sit around the dining table. “I heard what happened last night at the club. But can I have your take on it?”

We look around at each other and Cam nods. “Two separate events, as far as we can tell.” He quickly describes my run-in with the Wolf of Washington, and my dad’s eyes turn flinty. But he doesn’t interrupt, and Cam turns to Kelly. “From what we can gather, Kelly was in the omega restroom when he was approached by someone. A stranger, and not Loup. He wasn’t hurt physically, but he was badly shaken up. There aren’t any cameras inside, but we think the guy may have drugged him somehow; possibly through blowing an airborne powder into his face, or applying something to his skin.”

My eyes go wide, my hands coming down on the table with a thump. “Drugged?”

Kelly squirms in his seat, his earlier playfulness gone. “I… panicked. But I remember something weird about his teeth,” he says quietly, fidgeting with his fork. “Maybe I was just off my head, but I think that’s why I kept talking about a wolf.”

Teeth? I can feel my back molars grinding so hard, the bacon in my mouth is dust. But my dad comes around the table, leaning down to wrap Kelly in his arms. My anger instantly melts into gooey love for both of them, especially when my dad pulls back and cups his cheek. “Next time something like this happens, I want to hear about it right away. I know I’m not technically part of your pack, but you’re like a son to me, Kelly. I probably can’t do more than what you’re all doing, but I can give you a hug, and promise we’ll work it out together.”

Kelly stares up at him with wide eyes, and I can feel a heap of admiration for my dad through my bonds. We all have messed up experiences with our parents, but damn, I won the genetic lottery with him.

“Thanks, Daddy Ferrier,” Rory murmurs, sliding in to share Kelly’s seat and shoot heart eyes at my dad. “Believe me, we all want to be your sons. Except in the way it’d be weird with Angel.”

I grin, but force myself to focus on Cam. “What about cameras outside the restroom?”

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