Page 49 of Wolf's Claimed Mate
His hands gripped the back of my thighs, pulling me to grind against him. The friction of the chain had me gasping with the way it provided stimulation to my clit. I ached, my hips circling, trying to findsomethingto relieve the aroused ache.
“I’d go to my knees for you right here if I could,” Conall muttered.
“Even better,” I said softly in his ear, dragging my teeth down his neck. “I could go to my knees foryou.”
He cursed under his breath, his hands slipping up my thighs to grab hold of my ass cheeks. He gripped them, spreading me apart.
My head spun. I needed to pull away. I needed to press closer. I needed to distance myself and isolate, but I alsoneededhim. This man who was so intent on making sure I was safe and comfortable, who had bought me coffee without asking, noticing the flavored syrups I liked. He’d learned my favorite breakfast order and how he always checked in. Conallcared.
“My apartment,” I gasped. “Take me back. I need you, Conall. Fuck—”
I didn’t have to say more. He’d already pulled away, grasping my wrist, and getting me to his car parked alongside the club. He tugged me to his side. The smokers had gone back inside, but there was no sign of our targets.
Then, an arm hooked around my neck, and I screamed. My nails swiped at my attacker’s face. A familiar scent enveloped me—not strong enough to be Jackson himself but enough to know this man had been around him.
Conall turned, a growl in his throat, and launched himself at my attacker, the shaved-headed man we’d been watching. I stumbled away, my eyes wide when I saw him drop the cloth he’d raised and ready.
“Conall!” I shouted.
Conall knocked him to the floor, his fist raised in a punch. He cracked it across the man’s face, whipping it sideways. Blood sprayed from his bust lip. Conall got another blow in before the second attacker came at me.
“Sasha, run!” Conall yelled.
But I snarled and prepared myself to attack. I could fight for myself in my stupid, strappy stilettos if they kept that cloth away from me. It was some sort of chemical to knock me out, I was sure.
But the second man went down with a swipe of Conall’s leg. Soon, both men were on the floor, and I was robbed of my chance to fight for myself.
Conall grabbed me and ushered me to his car.
He pushed me into the passenger seat, fumbling with the seatbelt.
“I fucking have it!” I snapped at him. He winced, backing off sharply. The second attacker, the councilor’s son, sprang up, going for Conall again, but he landed another blow to his jaw, sending him back to the floor. Before the first man could recover, Conall wrenched his door open, threw himself into the car, and peeled off the sidewalk with a screech.
Conall’s angry silence was setting my nerves on edge. We raced past the street for Fenrys’s house, and then past my own street.
“Where are we going?” I demanded.
We passed the town hall and the college on the outskirts. We passed the building where I’d hung out with Kato’s pack, where the office lay in ruins after I’d found the contract.
“Conall!” I shouted.
“Just—stop for a second,” he said through gritted teeth. “Give me a minute.” He pulled over, the tires screeching on the road. “I’m taking you to a safe house. It’s a cabin by the lake just outside of town. You’ve been spotted twice now, Sasha. I’m not risking you being in the center of town. We’re not being trailed, but I need to get you there.”
“Conall, I need my things, I need clothes, I need—”
“I’ve already stocked things up,” he said. “Chargers, food, cash, anything you’d need. I grabbed some of your clothes for you before we left this morning.”
“You have no right!” I yelled. This felt more unsafe than sex. This was… this was him controlling my situation. This was him deciding my next course of action, the specific thing I had worked to avoid anyone doing to me again. I was not a puppet on a string, dangling from somebody else’s fingers, moving to their dictation.
But Conall slammed the gas pedal and sped towards the lake, giving me no choice.
Chapter 20 - Conall
Sasha’s anger rolled off her in waves. I didn’t know if she felt them more acutely due to her shifter species, but it was suffocating. Still, there was nothing I could do. Ineededto keep her safe.
“Are you at least staying with me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “I will.”
