Page 114 of Mated to the Wolves

“Yes, Sir,” I scream.

“Then come, Brat.”

I slam down once more and throw my head back in a silent scream. Taking over, he drives up into me.

Bottoming out, he stills and fills me with a warm spray that eases the ache inside. Nuzzling his neck, I sink my teeth into his gland as he roars. Time gets fuzzy as his knot pops, locking us together.

Full and exhausted, I slip into a state between sleep and waking as he rubs my back in a soothing circular motion.

“Mine.” His breath ruffles the hairs escaping my French braid. Each mating brings me closer to clan heat. It’s a band- until they all mate me. I gratefully latch on to the reprieve.

Drifting back to earth as his knot deflates, I sigh, reluctantly pulling away.

“As much as I enjoy watching my spend spill down your thighs, we can’t have a conversation with the others like this. Get cleaned up and meet us in the living room, Brat.”

“Yes, Sir.” On autopilot, I scoop up my things, and make my way inside, still riding the high we’d generated.

I hold on tight to the joy about to be smashed to smithereens.

“I see you’ve stopped resisting the inevitable.”

Bo comes out of his room, and I pause on the second landing.

“Jealous?”

“Yeah. But it won’t be long before I get my turn.”

“I loathe you.”

“Maybe. But your body doesn’t.”

He stares at my hardened nipples, poking through my thin t-shirt.

“Better get upstairs and clean up.” Bo pauses. “Unless you want me to add to that mess leaking down your thighs.”

He takes a half step forward and I spin around and rush up the stairs to my floor with his chuckles following behind me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“What do you mean? How the hell did this happen?” Bo asks.

His raised voice urges me to take the stairs two at a time. Bo barks into the phone, pacing the length of the living room.

I turn to Kirk who shakes his head.

“Did he say anything before they found him?” He purses his lips. “Useless.”

Swearing he disconnects and tosses his phone on the couch.

Risking his wrath, I catch his angry gaze. “What happened?”

He grimaces. “The prisoner is dead.”

“What?” I whisper.

“He committed suicide in his cell.”

Cadoc slams his hand down on the table beside him. “Bull.”

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