Page 91 of Frank's Felon
Frank wasn’t going to give her that chance. He crossed the icy-cold stream and took her in his arms. “I don’t know why you’re back, Delilah Matthews, but I’m not going to let you leave again, not without me.”
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DELILAH
Delilah wasn’t sure why she had run from Frank. She had thought of him every day since she had left. Dreamt of being back in his arms, and now that she had finally returned to his pack, she had run from the car, and then from him. She had faced a lot of unsavory shifters and humans in her years, from alphas and wardens to anti-shifters and the twisted shifter turncoats who worked for them. Fighting them had never been easy, but she had never doubted her need to resist them.
Facing the one shifter whom she loved more than anyone was perhaps the most difficult thing of her life. She had returned with a dangerous proposition, one that would put his life in danger. She had no right.
“I shouldn’t be here,” she said as Frank cupped her cheeks and forced her to look at him, to confront him. He wasn’t going to let her run. Frank had never run from anything in his life. She admired that about him, but he was stronger than her in that way. All too often she let her fear rule her. Which is partly why she had returned. “But I need you.”
He raised his brow. “Why do I get the sense this is more business than pleasure?”
“I. . . I think we should return to Damien’s house.”
“You came back with Sloan, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “Don’t be mad, Frank. I didn’t mean to deceive you, but I had to leave to find answers from Sloan.”
“Damien told me he spoke with you, that you wanted to confront Sloan on your own terms. What’s going on Del? What does Sloan want from you?”
“He wants me to infiltrate a woman’s prison in Pennsylvania. There’s a terrorist there, but all attempts to get one of his human agents close to her have failed. No matter what backstory they create, past agents have been found out, killed. He says I’m uniquely qualified for the job, since I have a record, the type that can’t be faked. My face and news of how I killed those WSSO men have been in the news. As was my murdering the warden and my escape. He’s going to arrest me publicly in front of the media and then send me in.”
“No, it’s too risky.”
“I’m doing it, Frank. I’ve already agreed.”
Frank was shaking his head, even as his hands roamed down her back, as if he couldn’t touch her enough. She leaned into his embrace, her hands resting against the hard plane of his chest. Hard muscles moved under her hands, and then he was lifting her and taking her deeper into the woods, to a small glade.
He laid her down on the soft grass and supported himself on one elbow as he looked down at her. “You didn’t come here to ask my permission. You’ve already made up your mind. Why did you return?”
She reached up and caressed his cheek. “I’m not sure.” Those were the only words she could get out, mostly because she knew he would risked himself for her in a heartbeat, but it was too much to ask of him.
Delilah clasped her hands behind his neck and pulled him down. His lips were warm, soft and hesitant. His hard length brushed against her thigh, but he was keeping his weight off of her, his cock away from her entrance. Her hand skated down over his pecs and the hard ridges of his abdomen until she felt the velvety rod. His kiss became more demanding as she let her fingers slide over his cock. That moan of his was like an aphrodisiac, making her crave him all the more.
As she grazed his tip, rubbing her thumb along the bead of liquid there, his mouth tugged one tight bud then the other. He finally nudged her knees apart, and she opened for him, the need to have him inside her, to feel that connection with him once again, paramount.
With one long, smooth stroke, he entered her, filling her, making her feel wanted and whole again. His lips returned to hers as he captured her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his ass, pulling him deeper.
“You’re mine, Del,” he said as he broke the kiss.
With each thrust, a wisp of fire danced in his amber eyes. The sadness she had once seen there all those weeks ago was gone, replaced by a raw determination.
“Say it, Del. You’re mine.”
All those times he had tried to get her to agree to be his, all those times she had pushed him away and refused, knowing it was the one thing she wanted more than anything. . .
“Say it,” he insisted, as his cock struck just the right spot, sending heat through her entire body.
She closed her eyes as a new fire started, this one in her soul. Even as her body clenched around Frank, bringing a delicious peace to every fiber of her being, the new fire spread through her.
“Eyes open, Del.”
She opened her eyes, never able to refuse him, not that she wanted to. She enjoyed looking into his eyes, his face, seeing the love and warmth of a shifter who loved her.
And he did love her, maybe even as much as she loved him, if that were possible.
Like a force a nature, that fire she’d felt only moments before now swirled in his eyes, his cheeks, his jaw. . . his entire body, as he thrust into her. To deny him would be to deny herself. Worse. She could never hurt him, and yet that’s what she was doing each time she pushed him away.
