Page 20 of Her Wolf

But he knew neither of them wanted to know the answer. So he kissed her, and he kissed her hard.

She went stiff, air hissing past his lips as she gasped in surprise, but then she melted against him. His radio belched out another call sign, but he fumbled with it, unclipped it from his belt, and tossed it onto the table.

Cora’s hands slid over his chest and gripped the back of his neck, urging him to deepen their kiss.

Instead, he grabbed her hips, lifted her, and swung around so he could sit in her armchair. She fell on him, almost kneeing him in the groin with her impatience to straddle him. He grabbed her leg, yanked it to the side, and slid his hands down the curves of her body.

Behind Cora, the radio started up again, but all he could hear was her panting breath in his ear as he hitched her dress up to her belly.

When he stroked his fingers along her underwear, he groaned at discovering how wet she was for him.

He jerked down his fly, freeing a hard cock already aching to be inside her. She grabbed his shaft, clumsy in her attempts to guide him inside her. He yanked aside her underwear with his thumb, stroked her slit, and found her opening with the tip of his finger.

Her mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ when he thrust into her, but she didn’t make a sound until he began rubbing her clit with his thumb. Then her breath became a pant, and she rocked her hips backward and forward, as awkward as if this was her first time.

But as soon as he had his hands around her hips, he urged her into a perfect, rocking tempo.

Fuck, he still couldn’t believe this was happening. Probably because it still felt so wrong. He’d been her bodyguard since she was eight, and back then it had just been a job.

A particularly annoying one, at times. Especially when she became tired and cranky, here nine o’ clock at night.

But as Cora grew older, as horse rides had replaced the jungle gym, as their conversations had transformed from movies to philosophy…he’d slowly fallen in love with her.

And the worst part was, he hadn’t even realized it until the night he thought he’d lost her forever.

Sure, he’d kissed her before that. But that had felt like pure lust and nothing more.

When her father had torn her out of the stable that night, wrestling with her when she’d tried to come back for him…

The terror in her eyes had made the agony of the bullet Milo had put in him fade away entirely.

He’d lain there on the stable floor, blood pooling under him as he struggled to remain conscious, and all he could think about was the fact that now…now he’d never see the stars in Cora’s smiling eyes again. He’d never hear her laugh, or see her throw one of her magnificent tantrums.

He’d never hear her whisper his name, feel her nails on his back, or make her moan.

So fuck it—he was all in. And if that meant sharing, then he’d share until he had nothing left to give.

* * *

Finn threw open the conference room door. Empty. He brought his radio to his mouth. “This is Mike, come in Bravo, over.”

He listened for a few seconds, but there was no response.

Pressing down the button again, he said, “Lars, where the fuck is he?”

There was silence, until he added, “Over.”

“Jesus, the anticipation,” Lars radioed back. “Don’t you think if I knew, I’d have told you, over?”

Finn let out a huff. “We should never have left them alone.”

There was a pause, until Lars radioed in a wary, “Over?”

“Yes, fucking over,” Finn snapped.

“No need to get testy,” Lars replied calmly. “I’ll go check the roof and keep trying the radio. You start kicking down doors. You’re good at that. Over.”

Finn shoved the radio back onto his belt and strode down the passage. It was late afternoon, and it sounded as if an entire flock of songbirds had taken up residence in the nearby trees. The next door was the entrance to a staff hallway, and the one after that opened to a library.

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