Page 49 of Savage Guardian

Not as hot as Hawk, though.

“That’s Trouble, the club VP. He won’t hurt you,” Skathi remarked, placing a gentle hand on Fae’s shoulder. “None of them will. These are all good men. Rough around the edges, but honorable.” Just then, Fae registered Skathi had a slight accent, but Fae didn’t mention it. She had other things on her mind, like not running from the compound screaming.

Swallowing, Fae pushed her chair back and stood on wobbly legs.

“Do you know what they want to talk with me about?” she asked Fang, who tore his gaze from Tessa to answer.

“You’ll know in a minute,pequina.”

Well, that wasn’t informative in the least.

Hawk tried to ignore the lump of heavy anxiety in his guts as he waited for Fang to retrieve Fae. After leaving her in the bed last night, he’d slipped downstairs and tried to catch a few Z’s in one of the prospect bunks. Nothing doin’. If he wasn’t remembering how fucking tight and wet and hot Fae’s pussy was, he was remembering the flush of her creamy flesh as she came, or the sounds she made as he pleasured her. And when he wasn’t thinking about her and how much he wanted to go back to his room and do it all over again, he was thinking about the clusterfuck building around him.

The data breach. The head in the box. That fucking letter. Nothing was making sense, but what was clear was he, Fae, and Carrie were all mixed up in the shit together.

Carrie was en route with Jenkins, and would be there in less than ten. But Fae…was she still in his room? Was she disappointed that she’d woken up alone? Was she angry at him for abandoning her after all the earth-shattering pleasure they’d shared?

God damn. He never should have gone there with her. Not only did it complicate the hell out of an already fucked up situation, but he’d also broken his pledge to his prez to keep his hands off.

But the prez didn’t care about you fucking Fae, he just reminded you to keep your head on straight about Carrie. The client.

Yeah…the client. Aoibheal.HisAoibheal. The sister to his Fae.

No! Not my Fae. Not my anything. She can’t be.

But that certainly wasn’t what he’d felt the night before, when she was in his arms, in his bed, in his fucking soul as they sought heaven together. In those moments, when his breath was mingling with hers, his body connected to hers, his eyes gazing down into hers…she was his. And he was hers.

And it had felt more right than anything else ever had in his life.

But it also felt wrong.

Trouble came through the door first, having left the room to make a quick call, followed by Fang…and then a fearful looking Fae. Her shoulders were up by her ears, her face was pale, and he could detect a tremor in her hands, which were clasped in front of her chest as if in prayer.

“Come on in, sweetheart, none of us here are gonna hurt you,” Odin said, standing to offer Fae a warm smile. The mountain of a man was huge—nearing seven feet tall, so he was probably intimidating as hell to someone like Fae, who was average height, but had little interaction with giants.

Fae stopped just inside the doorway, took a deep breath, pulled back her shoulders, and then looked at every man now seated at the table.

Except Hawk.

Clenching his jaw, he fought the urge to say her name, make her look at him, acknowledge him.

Why would she? You left her naked in your bed. You humiliated her.

But still…just having her there in the room with him, his gaze on her, his body close enough to feel her presence. It calmed the beast that had been roaring for her only moments before.

“Sit.” Fang directed Fae to the seat next to him, all the way down the table from Hawk. He wanted to tell the fucker that there was a seat open right next to him, but he knew what Fang was doing; he was putting distance between Hawk and Fae. Much needed distance, because they all needed to focus on what they’d just learned and figure out how to deal with it all.

Fae took her seat and finally glance at him, her cheeks turning pink and her eyes moving away from his gaze quickly. Fuck.

“Hello, Fae, I’m Odin. That ugly asshole is Trouble. Then you know Grimm and Hawk, and that’s Fang, and then Hell Hound. You’re safe here with us, and we’re going to help you figure out what the hell is going on, yeah?”

She offered him a shy smile, nodding. “Thank you.”

“Not a problem, darlin’,” Trouble drawled, winking at her with a smirk. The motherfucker. Hawk growled at his own VP, which only made the man grin.Goddamnmotherfucker!

Fae, ignoring the daggers he was shooting across the table, cleared her throat and asked, “So what was it you needed from me?”

“We’ll talk about that, but we’re waiting for your sister to get here so we can get it all out there at once. We have some questions for her as well.”

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