Page 38 of Swamp Kings 2

He seemed a little relieved at that as Seer took the paper,looking again.

“Still only dots.”

“What does this mean?” Beth wondered.

“It means just what it says,” Seer assured firmly and calmly. “We leave tonight at midnight.” Seer regarded Bishop’s shaking lowered head. “The Lord goes with us, brother. We have nothing to fear.”

The door opened and they turned, finding Thakx's hard gaze on Bishop. “We need everybody in the Sanctom for an emergency broadcast.”

They all exchanged looks before Bishop asked, “Broadcast from who?”

“A flyer was dropped across the country today,” he said, his hard gaze moving between Bishop and Seer. “They call themselves The Masters of Mayhem. They’re supposed to be telling us what the…” he flashed a look at Beth. “What the hell is going on,” he finished quietly.

“Who are they?” Beth asked. “Are they… good?” She shot a glance at Bishop, then Seer. “I mean are they helping?”

“Judging from the flyer?” King Thakx’s expression saidhighlydoubtful. “But I think we need to know where exactly they are located so we can take them out before they do more damage than they already have.”

“They’ve done more?” Bishop said, alarmed.

“It’s part of the announcement,” he said darkly. “The short answer. Yes. A lot more.” He glanced down the hall. “I’m being summoned. See you there.”

Seer hurried out and Beth let out a relieved breath that she was allowed to go too. She wasn’t looking forward to this trip, but she couldn’t handle another day in some four-walled prison going crazy worrying about him and not knowing what was happening outside the swamp. She got that they needed to be protected, but did they not realize knowing shit was hitting the fan and not knowing what, why, or how bad it was, drove a lot of them crazy with worry?

She needed to prove to Bishop that they were stronger together than apart. He had to know it as much as she did, especially since he’d bitten her. Everything changed, they both knew it, they both felt it. They were closer than they’d ever been. She couldn’t let him forget. She wouldn’t.

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Bishop’s hunger to protect wanted Beth in his lap, but he settled for imprisoning her arm as the meeting in the Sanctom threatened to begin. They’d rushed in broadcast equipment along with whatever they coulduse to hack it and find the source.

“Fifteen more minutes,” Beth whispered, leaning in to him. “What do you think we’ll hear?”

He put his mouth to her ear. “Did you know I can perceive all your emotions in waves and patterns? And the ones you try to hide from me are brightest of all?” He placed his hand on her cheek and pressed his lips against her temple, sucking her essence into him. “Every time I see it, I get the odd hunger to paint it. And fuck you. I’m still working out how I can do both simultaneously.”

He groaned when her arousal spiked so hard, it hit like a physical punch in his dick.

She turned and put her mouth to his ear. “I could fuck you while you paint.”

Her words cast a living video across his mind with such a raw potency, he snuck his hand under her hair and slowly closed his fingers in the silk, their pulses syncing to the sudden out of control lust.

“We have a few minutes till showtime,” he whispered, his canines aching for her.

“We can make it,” she said, gasping as he pulled her from her seat and hurried for the exit. In the hall, he opened the first door. Kitchen. He headed for the next one. Office. Empty.

He pulled her in and pushed her against the door, his mouth on hers, hand on her neck.

“No lock?” she gasped as he forced his tongue along hers, hand already in her pants.

He sank two fingers in her, his breaths thick. “I’m the fucking lock.”

“Oh God,” she gasped in his mouth, bucking on his finger. “The cameras,” she moaned.

He devoured her lusty, bold moans. “Don’t fucking care.”

“I need your cock.”

He opened his pants and shoved them to his knees while she yanked hers down enough for him to pin her leg to the door. “You need more than my cock,” he grit, his canines pulsing with her every heartbeat as she clawed his dick to her entrance.

“I need you to bite me,” she blasted, fisting the back of his hair as he filled her in one vicious thrust.

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