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“Oh fuck!” she groans out loud as he massages her G-spot. The desire in her body makes her nipples peak, and she strains to the tugging pull of her own fingers—twisting the small beads of flesh until she pulls them beyond the point of pain.

He moves quickly, his powerful body on top of hers and he thrusts inside her—once again she’s under his control, and closing her eyes she lets go. Howling loudly.

“Fuuukk! Oh, fuck!” She pants, gasping for breath as the climax pounds at her body.

“Hmm…” He smiles looking into her eyes as she comes down from the orgasm and relaxes against the floor. “You know, maybe I should fight with my brother more often?”

She grins lost for words catching her breath. Her body aches—her clit too sensitive to touch, she wriggles herself away from him and collapses back—laughing with exhaustion as he kisses her.

His fingers gently draw a circle around the bite on her neck, it makes her flinch, and he moves his hand downward teasing a gentle touch on her nipples. Then, sitting back on his heels, he looks at her and he can see from the look in her eyes that all her desires have been satisfied. Leaning forward, he places very soft butterfly kisses around the bond mark—taking care not to touch it.

“I still can’t believe we actually did this. I never imagined in my entire life it would happen—to me.” He grins, taking a deep breath, his hand smoothing over her chest, around her breasts, then slowly over her stomach as he soaks up her beauty. “Kat, I… I love you!”

She gasps. The words make her chest ache and each stroke of his hand makes Luna purr. The wolf is so relaxed. Filled with love and pride for her mate. Kat smiles, she can’t help but think how beautiful he is—her wolf. The reality of what happened today dawns on her.

With the relationship consummated in both wolf and human form. They now belong to each other…

… Bonded forever

Chapter 23

2 weeks later

Status: Mission Briefing - 4hrs to wheels up.

“All right, listen up. Eyes front and quit the fuckin’ chatter. I need your full attention.” Darius booms over the noise of the team. His voice fills the room and standing in front of the desk, he waits for them to quiet so he can begin. “Command just confirmed we’re cleared hot, and I want to check this intel one more time. Make sure we’re prepped, and ready to go.” He takes a quick glance at his watch. “Wheels-up in four hours. So, the sooner we get through this… yes Bud, the sooner you can go eat. Oh, and one more thing before we get going, can we get any real-life shit squared away pronto, I don’t want to be hearing about any of your troubled romances, dates you forgot to call, or any other dumb shit once we’re in the air. I want your minds totally focused on this. Is that clear?”

Kat squirms in her chair as Darius stares at Digby.

“All right, Dee, we get it. Now can we just move on and maybe you tell us what you’ve got? But please tell me it’s somethin’ we can get our teeth into this time?”

“Oh, I think you’re going to like this. It’s one of your favorite little rats. One that evaded us the last time we went after him. Yeah, our target is none other than, one Fabien Alvarez!”

“Alvarez? You’re fuckin’ kiddin’ me? Oh, my God!” Digby sits up and rubbing his hands together he turns and looks at Zak; his grin just as wide. “All righty, so where is the fuckin’ little runt?”

“Yeah, that part… you’re not gonna like quite so much. He’s here….” Darius points to the large map laid out in front of them on the table, circling a green-colored area with his finger.

“Are you fuckin’kiddin’? The Mexican fuckin’ jungle? What the hell is he doin’ there? I thought he liked comfort, luxury villa’s with gold faucets, not bucketing water out of a fuckin’ well while gettin’ eaten alive by goddamn bugs.”

“Yeah, I don’t know that either. Which makes me kinda suspicious. But… CIA says the intel checks out, so that’s where we’re headed. This village…” Drumming his fingers against the top of the table, he points again to the map. “He’s taken over and cleared out the locals. Bonus for us—means the only people we’re going to encounter are going to be hostiles, so no worries of us getting civilians wrapped up in our mess.”

“Yeah, and that makes everyone a clean-and-clear target and means we can get our hands dirty with no worries. Sounds good to me, it’ll be like shootin’ fish in a barrel.” Zak laughs.

“Yeah…” Digby nods, “means we can hit ‘em hard.”

“Yup… and for now at lease, we have the element of surprise. D.E.A has been running ops on him for nearly six months and the CIA ran the intel and confirmed it’s him. The only thing the drone’s not picking up is where he goes. He’s been runnin’ several trips outta there, but with the tree cover, it means they can’t tell where to. They want us to find out. It’s one road in one road out, so infill’s going to be a little tricky but command are planning for that as we speak.”

“Why’re we being pushed to go after him? I mean, if D.E.A has been running ops on him all this time? Why us? Why now?” Oz folds his arms and questions Darius. “Surely this has gotta be a drugs operation. They have tactical teams for that and don’t normally call up a team like us to go in first?”

“We’re not going in first… Alvarez just took out an entire D.E.A spec-ops team. They went in to snatch him, but someone knew they were coming. So now it’s our turn to go get the little night-shiftin’ weasel. We’re going to hit him so fuckin’ hard… Go in fast and bring him out before he even realizes what the hell’s going on.”

“Oh okay, makes sense…. Hell, it’s easy enough. We go in, grab the squirmy little rat, and bring him back. So have we gotta keep him alive?”

“Ideally, yeah. But… if he weren’t to make it back, then no one’s going to lose any sleep. CIA believes he’s fronting some Russian cartel ring, and the file says he’s merged his South American operation with them, but sources I checked with on the ground ’re saying different. They’re saying his operation got taken over and that some big-league Russian players didn’t give him any choice. Might make him ripe to squeal—give up some intel, maybe his contacts if we can apply enough pressure and get him to talk.”

“Yeah, well pressure’s one thing I don’t mind applying to his scrawny fuckin’ ass. Though I gotta say he’s been off the radar for a long time now, you don’t think it seems strange he turns up attracting this much attention? I’d have thought he’d have stayed lost forever and lived it out in luxury on a yacht somewhere.”

“Yeah, well, somethin’ brought his head above the surface so, we need to keep our heads on a swivel. He’s one slippery fuckin’ shifter, and we can’t let him outmaneuver us again. When we get there… QT, you’ll set up an over-watch position somewhere in this area.” Darius now points to another map, a scale model of the village, with card boxes that represent the houses and streets. “The buildings are taller here and should give you a good vantage point. Bud, I want you to team up with him—act as spotter. Oz, stick with Diggs and me. Zak, you’re holding perimeter, along this line here—you’ll stay with Kat. Hold back with medical support.”

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