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My spine straightens. Fuck no. That’s the absolute last thing either of us needs. It will be impossible for me to focus on tracking Andras and tearing through his defenses if I’m worried about her.

I grab her hand and force it against my cock, growing harder with the return of my sanity. “I know exactly what you can do. Use that pretty mouth on me.”

Energy crackles between us. I hold her there for several seconds, absorbing the flash of pleasure and relief in her expression.

“I’m sure you don’t have time to waste,” she admonishes. “Later. I promise.”

I back her up to the side of the cabin and cage her with my body, breathing her in, watching her hungrily.

“You promise?” I repeat.

“Absolutely. You’ll be careful?”

Yes. The word burns my throat, but I can’t say it for some reason. Instead, I chuckle, my jaw tightening, and I press a hard kiss to her.

“Stay wet for me, Little Red. And I’ll make sure you come again and again when I get back. As soon as I exterminate those fucking Blood Moons.”

Before I break down, before the rising tide of emotioncrashes on me again, I turn and take off. Feeling her behind me.

Red’s the tether that will bring me home again. Whether it’s a place, or home to myself, I’m not sure, and I don’t want to know. I only want her.

Chapter 28

Dax

Ihate this. Every damn second of it.

We might both be betas, but we couldn’t be more different. The only similarity that we have is our burning hatred for each other.

Oh, and Red.

Noble is a pretty boy. A wuss. Someone who likes to play pretend among humans and reject his true nature. I glare at Noble from the corner of my vision. He even walks like a prick, all stiff-legged.

Disgusting.

His shoulders are stiff too, his jaw set like it takes every ounce of his self-control not to snap at me. As if I wouldn’t love to goad him into a fight right now. Damn, I’d tear him to shreds with pleasure and continue the hunt myself.

Because this guy is lucky, and I hate him for it. I hate him for having her, for having a past he remembers, for everything.

He doesn’t deserve her. Hell, none of us do, but at least I know how to keep her safe. I know how to fuck her right—like the wild soul she is. It’s something the buttoned-up priss could never understand.

The tension between me and Noble doesn’t take long to boil over. In fact, I think we’ve barely made it a quarter-mile into the woods before he starts grunting orders like he’s in charge.

“Stay close,” he says, his tone clipped as he glances over his shoulder. “We can’t afford to waste time doubling back if you get distracted by a squirrel or something.”

I bark out a laugh. “Oh, please. The only thing I’d get distracted by is watching you trip over your own self-righteous attitude. Wouldn’t want to miss that show.”

He exhales sharply and a vein on the side of his neck pulses, his temple twitching. He’s bothered. He smells her on me.

Good.

I flash him a grin even though he’s not looking at me. He doesn’t deserve my best effort, but I’m in the mood to piss him off. I can work and needle him at the same time.

Noble mutters something under his breath, and I don’t have to hear it to know it’s probably a curse. I’m glad. This is more entertaining than silently trekking through the woods.

Granted, we’re moving much faster than regular humans. At this pace, we should close in on Grey Mountain soon.

“You know,” I say, “it’s funny how you act like such a big bad wolf when you’ve got a bit of a complicated history with the wholewolfthing, don’t you? Does Red know about it? Your history?”

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