Page 8 of Vicious Wolf Mate

Jeff runs past my hiding spot in the direction of Jax.

Shortly behind Jeff is McKenna.

She walks right up to me still wiping away her fake tears. I want to explode on her. I know it’s better not to be upset.

“What are you doing?” I finally say. I say it calmly, no waves and no ripples. “Jax is out there.

“That’s exactly right, darling,” she tells me matter-of-factly. “Jax is out there, just down the hall and waiting for us. That’s one less security guard to worry about.”

I have to admit. She’s right. She’s clever and fast. Her cleverness and imagination are going to come in handy again, for sure.

“I think you are wearing me down, and I am really starting to like you,” I tell her.

She responds with a “follow me” hand-gesture, and we take off down the hallway in which we first encountered Jeff.

We pass the intersection in the hall where Jeff sat and keep going straight. I can see a sign and arrow designating a stairwell.

McKenna points a finger at the stairwell, and we beeline right to it. I am so impressed with how lithe and quiet we are. We are smooth. I am really outfitted with fantastic hearing, and so this is why I have no doubt that I am correct when I start hearing the distant drumming of footsteps, boot footsteps. Many of them. They are headed in our direction.

I gently reach forward and tap McKenna’s shoulder. Then I motion with my hands that somebody is coming, lots and lots of somebody.

She freezes up for a second and looks questioningly at me.

I answer by motioning for her to follow me and pull her toward a small nook that sits between a bank of lockers and the wall.

The space is tight. We have to press body to body against the wall. The sound of the approaching footsteps is pretty damn loud at this point, and there are a lot of them.

We are still close to the staircase but well hidden.

Chest against chest is exactly what I want. I didn’t admit this until I was actually doing it, I tell myself. Her smell, despite the fact heat is pulsing out from her body in sets of waves, is the smell of sage and honey and cinnamon. We are squeezed together, but I want to hold her like this and never let go.

“You don’t smell like sweat,” she tells me. “You smell like a wolf.”

“Are you teasing me?”

“No. I am very serious. I love your smell,” she adds. I can hear that she is sincere. “And I promise I will forgive you if you do, and I will forgive you if you don’t.”

“Forgive me if I do or if I don’t what?” I ask.

“Squished together like this is interesting,” she answers. “I forgive you if certain things harden up, and I forgive you if certain things don’t harden up.”

6

MCKENNA

Ican feel his breath on my face; hot and intoxicating. The heat coming from our bodies, packed in a small space, create beads of sweat. His body temperature radiates on me. I can feel his heart beating as we have our chests pressed against each other.

This is by far the most painfully awkward position I’ve ever been in. Yet deep down, I feel excited by it. Our labored breaths from the tight space resemblebedroomnoises. It so stupid that it makes me want to laugh.

I want more of it though. He’s hot as fuck, so it’s just a natural reaction. The way he stares at my lips, unconsciously licking his own, it’s all so tempting. But it would be pathetic and easy for me to give in to it.

I’m still his hostage, as he keeps reminding me. I have to keep some pride at least. What, throw myself at the man that kidnapped me in the first place? Absolutely fucking not.

The footsteps eventually pass. We wait a few more seconds to see if more are coming. When none do, I scorch around the corner to free myself. Mace, however, blocks my path, grabbing my wrist.

He stares at me intently, wanting to say something. I jerk my head forward, waiting for him to fucking say it. He just looks down at my lips again.

I smirk. “We don’t have much time left big boy, we better get going.”

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