Page 21 of Finding His Way

“It’s cold out, Jeremy, they don’t need to stay outside.” Dianna’s protest had him clenching his jaw, possessiveness drilling him into the frozen tundra.

“They’re shifters. They’ll be fine.” He wasn’t positive his jaw would ever unclench.

“Turn around.”

Damn if his brothers didn’t just spin as she’d commanded. He opened the bag and muttered a thank you to the men facing the wall of the small cabin, aware they could hear him. Inside were sets of clean clothing and footwear for both of them. Turning so he faced away from them and looked at Dianna, he stuttered and nearly dropped the bag.

She lay there, still covered by fur but her expression, it was lively and full of the fire he was used to seeing on her. Dianna quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Do I get clothing?”

He straddled her, setting the bag by his knee. Her dark gaze snapped down to his cock which still sat there, erect and pointing up, hard and throbbing.

“Then again,” she breathed. “Clothing is highly overrated.” Her tongue snuck out and swiped along her lips.

His cock bobbed in response and he felt the answering pull in his balls. A low rumble escaped his throat as her arousal coated his throat. He wanted more of it. Fresh from her, not merely the scent. On his tongue. His fingers. All over.

“Behave.”

She pouted and it amused him so much he nearly forgot the healing bruising on her face. Not to mention the rest of her body.

“Sit up.” She listened. “Arms up.” He held up the bra they picked up, how they knew her size, he couldn’t and wouldn’t focus on.

Dianna winced even she listened to him, no hesitation to follow his order. Inching closer, he put the bra on her and wrapped his arms around her to fasten it in the back. Chest to chest, he had to think hard about getting her dressed and not sinking his cock deep inside her pussy.

Unable to help himself, he dragged his nose along her neck and up the side of her face, just allowing her presence to weave through him.

“Are you okay?”

Could his brothers hear his question? Yes. Did he care? Not a lick.

“Sore as fuck but given I’m breathing and this qualifies as alive, I’m fine.” She leaned into him with a. heavy sigh. “I want a weapon or six while we get the fuck out of here.”

He knew better than to argue with her. She was a fighter. She was a cop. She was a pissed off woman who’d been taken against her will.

“Let’s start with getting you dressed.”

“Your cock is right there, surely we could find something else to do with it. Seems a shame to cover it up.”

“Not happening, mate. You wanted them inside out of the weather and I’ll fucking gut them if they see you naked.” He sat back enough that her gaze snapped right back to his still rigid cock as he snatched up the bag once more.

Withdrawing a long-sleeve thermal top, he helped her get it on, trying to move her upper body as little as he could. She curved her fingers inside the sleeve with a low purr that set his cat on edge.

“Heat.” She grinned at him, appearing almost childish. “This is nice. Not as nice as your body heat but I’ll take it.”

“You’re killing me, baby.”

Her grin was nothing but sass. He nearly shot his load all over her front when she dragged a finger up his erection.

“If you’d only give me a chance,” she said with a wink.

He bared his fangs at her and saucy woman that she was, gripped him, hard. And pumped his dick twice, never once lowering her gaze.

Chapter9

Heat surrounded her and Dianna never wanted to be cold again. She remained by the small fire in the cabin while the three damn good looking men talked not to far. They didn’t exclude her but they weren’t actively including her either.

They’d melted some snow for her to clean up a bit more in and she’d gone to the bathroom outside. Now they were all back in and the winter storm had picked up tenfold. She wanted more layers and those men were in short sleeves.

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