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I barely caught my breath before my men switched places, and Knoxe jerked my hips back and slammed his cock into me from behind.

“We’ve stabilized the patient, Doctor,” he growled into my neck.

I reached back and tugged his hair the way he liked it. “Chip away at the obstruction causing low blood pressure.”

I could barely come up with words for our game as Knoxe drove me to oblivion, and Pascal’s musical finger tore more orgasms from me.

“Shock her heart,” Tor ordered, assuming control of my breasts, heightening my pleasure.

The shuffle of bodies behind me signaled Pascal assumed control, his cock brushed against my entrance from behind, and I groaned.

“Please save me,” I croaked, my throat dry from moaning.

“We’ve got you, Doctor.” Knoxe took over my clit and Tor my neck.

Before long, I was seeing stars, too many to count, and my body quaked under the intensity of my climax.

Pascal’s soft kisses on my shoulder told me it was over. “I love making music with you, Songbird.”

I reached back to stroke the back of his neck. “Love you,” was all I could get out when I needed air.

My men tucked themselves into their pants.

Someone lifted me off Tor’s lap.

“I think the doctor needs rest after that big operation.” Knoxe, holding my limp body upright, Pascal dressing me.

Knoxe carried me bridal style away from the outdoor workout equipment and kissed my forehead.

Pascal walked alongside Tor’s wheelchair, and the three of them took me to my cell, laid me down, caressing me everywhere for a solid few minutes, and then the operation was back on again.

CHAPTER 23 - RAZE

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Luna’s eyes rounded with sympathy. “Maybe give it a few days. Astra just?—”

“I’m good.” I cut her off and dove into the task at hand—my next mission with the Shadows to apprehend the gantii traffickers.

I could barely get off the couch until Talon, Cole, Blaze, and Luna kicked me off it, forcing me to shower and dress for our mission today.

I need to be here. Need the distraction to mask the pain of my whole world being thrown off its axis. Need to expel my wolf’s restlessness and the dark winter into which my heart descended. Moping about my cabin achieved nothing.

No time for that when we had gantii to liberate from the last Brotherhood trafficking ring. Bad guys to catch and kill. Stolen evidence to obtain from Eduardo and Devon, who took it from its burial spot in the cathedral’s yard. Free my pack from jail. If I let my heart drag my mind down again, the process would delay even longer.

More importantly, we need to catch the traitorous Guild members reported to be assisting the remaining Brotherhood members, one of whom was responsible for my mate’s unjust imprisonment. I had a special place in Hell reserved for him. My wolf and I wouldn’t stand for the abuse and captivity of wild supernaturals any more than the nightmare that asshole put Little Wolf through. Perhaps I would castrate him the way I did Devon.

My wolf gave a victorious howl at that achievement.

Talon assembled Cole, Blaze, Gable, Luna, me and a few trusted Tollens in The Eye at Nightfire Academy to review the brief for today’s mission. I glanced around the security room I was never privy to during my time studying magick, long before my transfer and incarceration in the Guardians. Only those in my inner trusted circle knew my secret alter ego as a Lycan and that was the way it would stay.

As she nodded at Talon, he got stuck with delivering updates his team had collected, and I fell back into memory of my last five days with my mate.

“Everyone clear on the brief?” Talon eyed the team.

Brief? What was it again? I scraped the back of my aching neck. Fuzzy mind and headaches hit me when Little Wolf left, and I forgot what time it was, let alone the day.

At least Talon ordered me a new Guild uniform, one that fit my exact measurements, letting me breathe, unlike the last disaster, which was too small and restricted my movement.

Talon’s critical eye landed on me. “Raze, we clear?”

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