Page 58 of Depraved
“Oh! Okay. I hoped this was the right place. You called for the clothes too, right?” He glances at my dick, then quickly away before answering his own question. “No duh. Obviously.”
I wrap Elena’s wrist in my fingers and stride confidently toward him, pulling her along but keeping her behind me, just in case. We move outside and thankfully the sun is hidden by a cloud, so I don’t have to squint as I peer down the street. Empty. Good.
“Where are the clothes?” I ask.
“Back seat.”
I sniff the car and circle it before letting Elena crawl across the back seat. Then I grab the bag the guy brought. It has cheap superstore gray sweats. I use the top to swipe at the drying blood, slide on the pants, and climb into the car.
The driver takes his seat, and I can smell his apprehension. I bet he thinks we’re with the mob. I bite down on an amused smile. I’m pretty sure most mobsters would shit themselves if they saw me today.
I give him the hotel address, and we ride in silence. We’re there within minutes, and three of my alphas greet us at the front desk.
“Stairwell is clear, Alpha Maddox. Roger Rabbit’s checking your room right now,” a big brute named Hodor (who ironically can’t shut up) says.
I give him a nod. “Get the plane ready.” I have enough of a lead with the jacket that I don’t want Elena here a second longer than necessary. Clearly, things are starting to go down.
“Yes, sir.” Hodor shoves back his curly hair and grabs his phone as I lead my mate to the stairwell.
Elena is silent as we ascend. She hasn’t said a word since we left the warehouse, and I’m beginning to wonder if the shock of what happened is hitting her. Maybe she needs to lie down…
I nod at Roger Rabbit, an alpha who moved into the pack four years ago from the west coast. He’s got the world’s biggest ears, and his wife has the biggest…well, his name is fitting.
“All good, Alpha. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.” He steps out and holds the door.
I escort my girl inside, and after the door shuts, I turn to look at her. I’m expecting to see the shakes, to see her breathing shallowly and rapidly. I don’t expect her to launch herself at me and climb me like I’m a tree.
“God, Black. That was so fucking hot.”
Unexpected. But not unwelcome.
I twine my arms around her back and palm her ass as she kisses me furiously, her lush lips pressing against mine as hard as she can. The scent of her slick immediately perfumes the air, and I’m grateful as fuck she waited until we were behind closed doors.
Even now, I can hear Roger Rabbit groaning down the hall from the scent she’s putting off.
Fucker.
“I didn’t know if I could wait to get into the room,” Elena says between breathy kisses against my neck as she rubs herself up and down against me like a cat in heat. Her lithe body is perfect. Her nipples are already hard through her clothes, and I enjoy the sensation of them dragging against my chest. But I’d enjoy it even more if they were bare.
I reach down and rip her shirt off. Before I can undo her bra, she’s done it herself, and the world’s most perfect tits spill out.
I bite my lip as I stare at them. I’m ready to devour them. Normally, I’d do just that. But I’m covered in blood. “Shower first?” I ask, before we go too far down this path.
“No. Fucking. Way,” Elena whispers in my ear as she drags her lips over my pulse, her nipples pressing against me. “You climbed that goddamned wall, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
My dick could punch through those steel sheets back at that warehouse—the thick ones that even bullets had trouble penetrating. Hell fucking yes. My little omega liked that show? She liked watching me alpha out. Well, I’ll give her another show, and I’ll let my princess feel just how strong I am.
I growl, dropping Elena from my arms. “Get naked,” I order.
I shuck off my sweats and enjoy the show as she hurriedly drops her black jeans and bends to unzip her boots. Her tits fall forward, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and grab them. If I touch her right now, it’s over. She gets her boots and pants off and then straightens, with a gleam in her eye that I’ve come to recognize.
“Elena,” I warn, but she darts away across the carpet to the other side of the room near the bar sink and mini-fridge.
My little wolf wants to play.
My own animal quickly surfaces, and I let my eyes glow gold as I spin around and slowly stalk towards her. There isn’t much space for her to run, but I let her scramble onto the bed, watching that ass flex underneath her lacy navy panties as I take one slow, deliberate step after the other in her direction.
She squeals in delighted fear, and that sound sends lightning up my spinal column as I drink in the sight of her pale, silky skin against a pure white comforter.
