Page 91 of Hayden's Haven
“His last name is Chitman too?”
“What do you mean ‘too’, Mila?” Callen asked.
“That’s Vance’s last name,” she said.
“Okay, this is starting to make sense,” Callen said. “They’re brothers or cousins. And Drake probably sent Vance north some time ago.”
“Vance has been with my pack for as long as I can remember. His parents came when he was a child.”
Hayden began pacing. “Drake’s network of spies started before he took over as alpha. The family business. Started with Jacob, my grandfather, possibly earlier. Though I never heard of him sending wolves out to infiltrate other packs. He was all about putting spies in the human population. Logan. . . Fucking asshole wasn’t just crazy, he was smart. Never trust a white wolf, right Mila?”
Mila slipped her hand into his. The feel of his skin against hers brought back such sweet memories of him holding her, spooning her in bed, even taking her from behind in the shower. Even when he had been rough, he never touched her in anger.
“I trust you, Hayden. Always.”
He pulled away. “You shouldn’t.”
A door clicked. Callen had moved into the backroom. He would still hear them from in there, but it was a nice gesture, giving them a semblance of privacy.
Mila placed her hand on Hayden’s bare back as he leaned against the mantle, staring at the crackling fire. Her fingers glided up and down his smooth, warm skin and taut muscles. This self-destructive thinking of his had to end.
“You’re not like them, any of them. You may look like Drake, or share the same white coat as Vance and Travis, but you’re not them.” She stopped for a second, surprised by the lack of fear. Normally, when she thought of Vance, she was overwhelmed with fear. Now, she was with Hayden. Even trapped in this cabin and surrounded by the enemy, she feltsafewith him.
“That felt good,” he said, his voice low.
She put her hand back on his back, letting her fingers trace the curves of his muscles. The power in him always amazed her.
Slowly, he turned to face her. Her body temperature spiked and it had nothing to do with the pitiful fire behind him.
Black eyes roamed over her body, settling on the two puncture wounds in her neck. The bleeding had stopped long ago, the cuts shallow enough to heal on their own without the need for stitches. Her healing abilities weren’t much better than a human’s, but she would heal, in time.
Two fingertips grazed over her wounds. That simple touch woke her entire body. That low-burning fire within her came to life, spreading through her, teasing her, as his fingers glided down her neck to the base of her throat. “I’ve missed you, Mila.”
She had missed him, too.
His hand skimmed over her chest, along the side of a breast. Her nipples tightened in response, but the damn sweatshirt was too thick. She wanted his hands on her, touching her skin, caressing her, showing her that she belonged to him, with him.
Even before she could lean back fully for a kiss, his mouth captured hers. Opening to him was right and as natural as breathing. His tongue swept through her mouth like his heart had swept through her soul long ago. This is what she had been missing. . . his touch, his fire.Hayden.
As he nipped and teased her mouth, turning a kiss into her salvation, his right hand slipped under the sweatshirt to the small of her back. That strong hand moved with precision and determination, spreading a heat over her shoulders, down her ribs and back down to her ass.
The low growl coming from him brought a gush of liquid between her thighs, soaking her panties. He was moving her now, away from the fire, against a wall. No doubt he had smelled her arousal.
The snap of a button, followed by the tinny sound of a zipper lowering reached her ears on the heel of another growl, a growl that vibrated through her, waking every part of her body.
“We’re not alone,” she whispered, even as his hand dipped into her panties, and into her folds.
“He’s in the next room.”
It felt so dirty, risky. Callen could walk in on them any minute.
“He can already hear you panting, sunshine.”
Her breathing hitched, and she soaked her panties.
“I think you like the idea of being watched,” he said as he drove two thick fingers into her.
She thrust her hips forward, loving how he made her feel. Special, beautiful.Loved.And yet it wasn’t enough. She needed more than his fingers inside of her. She needed to feel as one with Hayden.
