Page 87 of Shadow City: Silver Wolf

Why don't you take a nap first?he growled, trying to remain strong.

My hand unbuttoned his jeans as I deepened our kiss.No.I slipped my hand inside his boxers, stroking him.

Dammit.He groaned as his hands gripped my waist and pulled me on top of him.

I rocked against him, needing to feel the friction. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head; then, clawed down his chest, enjoying the feel of his skin.

His hands slipped under my shirt and removed it from my body. He reached around me and unfastened my bra, and my breasts fell right into his face. He captured a nipple between his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.

The ache grew deeper inside me as my body warmed. He rolled me off him and stood at the side of the bed. Then he grabbed my jeans and panties and dragged them off my body.

"You're so damn beautiful," he rasped as he kicked off his jeans and boxers. He leaned over me and kissed me to the point that my head grew dizzy.

The scents of our arousal mixed, making the room smell intoxicating. I tried getting up, wanting to take control, but he grabbed my arms and held them at the sides of my head.

We're supposed to be going slow,he chastised me, as his fingers pinched my nipples.

A low moan escaped as my body caught on fire.This is slow.

He chuckled, sounding so damn sexy.No, it's not.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, enjoying the feel of him rubbing against me.

He groaned huskily, nearly making me come unglued.

Please.I begged, not even embarrassed.

Fine.He placed his hand between us, positioning himself, and thrust into me hard.

Pleasure rocketed through me as he lifted my hips, hitting deeper inside. With his free hand, he rubbed circular motions between my legs, making every cell in my body ignite.

He surrounded my senses; every smell, touch, and taste belonged to him. I opened myself up, wanting him to knoweverything I felt—between everything that had happened that day, and this moment. The wordsI love youpassed through my mind.

His emotions poured into me like a dam breaking.I love you too,he linked as orgasms surged through both of us.

We breathed out together and stilled. My body was completely satiated, and finally, a sense of peace settled over me.

Eventually, I stood and put on my pajamas. Griffin followed my lead, and soon, we both crawled back into bed. He cuddled me in his arms, and my eyes closed of their own accord. Within seconds, I began dozing off. My body relaxed, but before sleep completely overtook me, a memory popped into my brain.

I sat straight up in bed and clenched my teeth. "I remember who drugged me."

CHAPTER FIVE

Griffin's eyesglowed brightly in the dark room as his wolf surged forward. "What do you mean? I thought the guy who kidnapped you killed himself."

"Well, yes, but he wasn't the one who knocked me out at the coffee shop." The memory of the familiar footsteps replayed in my mind, followed by the prick and the apology. "Carter injected me with something."

"What?" Griffin growled. "When I reached the coffee shop, trying to find you after you asked for help, he told me someone took you."

"Because the bear shifter did take me. He was the one driving the car." The betrayal sat hard on my chest as the reality of the situation landed on me. I got that Carter and I only worked together, but I’d thought we were at least somewhat friends—and I hadn’t sensed any bad vibes from him. The next words hurt to say. "He knocked me out for him."

"I'm going to inform Killian, since Carter’s part of his pack, and then kill him." Griffin stood, and a vein popped between his eyebrows as his body tensed with anger. "I'll rip him limb from limb, starting with his dick."

Okay, he actually went to the male appendage first, but I had to admit the thought had merit. Even though Killian was Carter’s alpha, technically, Griffin ruled over the pack because he was the Shadow City alpha. So, Griffin could yank Carter’s dick off without penalty.

I rubbed my arms, trying to fight off the cold sinking into my bones. I was even more exhausted; I'd almost been asleep when the memory woke me. The day had been long and hard—both physically and mentally—but this was something that couldn't be ignored.

"Killian should know." Griffin opened the bedroom door and marched down the hallway toward the living room. Each step rattled the pictures that hung on the walls.

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