Page 38 of Secretary's Obsession

Scott worked at putting a smile on his face when Dakata gave him another warning look that suggested snapping at Silas would be a mistake. He took the warm mug. “Thank you.”

Dakata looked at Dougal, who had taken the seat Scott had vacated. “What do you know about George’s family?”

Dougal was back to scratching at his jaw, his eyes on Scott. “George’s father is the leader of a sleuth of bears that have strong lineage to some of the first ever bear shifters. Over the centuries, their lineage has become diminished through interbreeding. George, however, is a purebred.

“His father has definite ideas about how George should give up his sperm and create as many cubs as possible to keep the lineage going as the last true purebred bear of his fathers. A true sperm donor, if you will. George has other ideas about that and left the sleuth, changed his name, and has been in hiding ever since.”

Scott’s tea sloshed over the back of his hand, he didn’t notice it burning his skin as he growled. “No one is having sex with my blissful one. No one!”

“What the hell is all this shouting about?” Merihem materialized in front of Dakata. Merihem wore trousers but nothing else in his demon form. Blood smeared his chest and dripped from the claws of one hand. “And why the urgency for me to finish with the asshat I was sending to hell?”

“We have a situation,” Dakata supplied before Scott could gather his wits at the thought of George being forced to have sex with someone.

Scott didn’t know how that was possible, as George had claimed Scott and he had touched George, making the blissful connection. He was pretty sure that would stop George from being able to get hard for anyone—he hoped.

“Someone has kidnapped George, it seems, and severed the connection to Scott.” Dakata sounded so matter-of-fact it helped a little, but not much.

“Severed how? Drugs or…”

Scott wailed. “He’s not dead. I would know,” he insisted. “I would.” His demon kept quiet.

“Drugs, I’d say. They gave him something when they took him to the hospital after the crash,” Dougal supplied, watching them all with a look Scott couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“That could be a problem…” Merihem gave Scott a searching look. “Can you feel anything? Sense his spirit?”

He couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat, so he shook his head, blinking back the tears frantically clutching the mug.

“Fuck…” Merihem went to run his bloody hand through his hair, stopped and then dragged it down the leg of his trousers. “Come here, Scott. I need to touch you, get a sense of your connection to George.”

Plonking the mug down on a small table, he went to Merihem and offered his hands. “No, I need to touch where George bit you?”

Naked after their rampage through the woods, they could see George’s claim. Scott wasn’t keen on Merihem touching it, but these were desperate times.

Merihem placed his still sticky fingers against the raised bite mark, his eyes flickered, changing color. Scott held his breath, wanting to get Merihem to rush, but also wanting him to find George.

“I can’t get an exact location on him—”

“Fuck!” Scott bellowed at the crushing reality.

“Give me a fucking moment to finish. I can’t get an exact location because of the corruption to your link, but I sense the area he’s being held in. It’ll be a mile or two radius from where George is.”

Scott’s legs wobbled, and he had to lock his knees to keep standing from the relief they had something to go on. “That’s good.”

We need to go now.

Don’t even start with me.

“Let’s go,” Dakata stated, looking at Merihem.

Merihem smirked. “You might wanna put some pants on first.”

Dakata snapped his fingers and was dressed a second later, wearing a scowl.

“I’ll come, too,” said Silas.

“What? Wait, no.”

Silas didn’t listen to Dakata and came to thread his arm through his, giving him a smile that clearly said he wasn’t listening. “George might need my help.”

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