Page 64 of Callen's Captive
“That’s a lot.”
“It is, I suppose, depending how many patrols are on duty. Sometimes they don’t go as far north or south as they should.” He squeezed her hand and smiled, trying to put her at ease. He didn’t want to trigger another panic attack.
“Mason’s probably slacked off in my absence.” No way in hell that happened. Not Mason. “Nothing a few hundred pushups or a few patrols in the rain won’t cure.”
“Geez, you’re harsh. Not as bad as the WSSO though. What they did to you, Callen. . . It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen them torture someone.”
He raised a brow to that.
“I’ve come across a lot of recordings in their files. They tape their torture sessions.” She shuddered. “And it’s not just shifters. They’re brutal, even to their own people sometimes.”
“Can we talk about something else?” His stomach was twisting at her every word. Once he got home and had his pack around him he’d have support for when he told her the truth. Gods, he didn’t think he’d survive how she’d look at him, disgusted, disappointed.Afraid.
“Who gave you the gun?”
“You did. You kicked it under the table where I was hiding in that biker bar. Kismet, huh?”
He chuckled. “You don’t strike me as the fate-caused-it type of woman.”
“I’m not, normally. But it was a lucky night.”
“Lucky? You had three trained mercenaries trying to kill you.”
“But I also had you. So. . . lucky.”
He laughed as he swung her about and covered her mouth with his.
“Taking one last opportunity to sneak a kiss in before your pack sees you bringing a human home?”
“Enough,” he growled, only to see her eyes were sparkling and the corners of her mouth had curled up. “You like to tease me, don’t you?”
She started biting on her pendant again until he pulled it out of her mouth. With the wide-eyed look of a doe, she popped the silver rectangle back into her mouth and started sucking on it. He pulled her tight and cupped her ass.
“Didn’t I warn you about not starting something unless you can finish it?”
“Who says I can’t finish it?” Her hand glided down along his hip. He was completely naked, so there was no hiding his arousal.
“I don’t suppose you have any condoms in that backpack.”
Her smile faded. “Not standard equipment for a hacker.” Then her eyes dropped to his crotch. “Speaking of not standard equipment.” She tried—and failed—to hide her smirk.
“See what you do to me? Though I must say, walking into camp naked is common up here but walking in with a hard-on is cause for some teasing.”
“Oh, my big bad shifter can’t handle a bit of teasing?”
“Keep that up, and I’ll be smacking that tight ass of yours.”
“Then maybe I’ll have to solve this little dilemma of yours.”
Kate dropped to her knees and licked the tip of his cock.
“Kate. . .”
Her tongue dragged from the base to the tip where she wrapped her lips around the head and closed her lips ever-so-slightly. The feel of her lips on his cock was amazing.
“Seriously, Kate. Are you sure?”
“I want this, Callen. I want you, but I have to warn you. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing here.”
