Page 35 of Under a Wicked Moon
A laugh escaped Ky, deep and short.
Her lips formed a shaky smile. “There’s three-ply in the bathroom. Three. Ply.”
She was tearing up again. Quickly, she looked out the window as the plane taxied down the runway.
“We’re out, Vivi. They can’t get you now. No one gets throughthe three of us.” His hand fell to her knee and squeezed, sending a lightning bolt of lust straight to her inner thighs. “You’re safe. I promise.”
Still full moon. Not forgetting that.
Everything in her focused on the pressure of his large hand on her leg and the way his thumb rubbed her kneecap. Instinct pushed her to tempt him, maybe tackle him into doing something more than a benign knee massage.
No tackling. That was the crazy, moon-affected part of her brain talking. Yet she wanted something fantastic to happen again, like getting his mouth down to her chest.
She hadn’t realized she’d put her hand on top of his and moved his up her body. Ky stared at her, his mouth parted in stunned surprise. His eyebrows jumped upward and widened at her forward gesture.
She whispered, “I still want you.”
“Oh, God…” he breathed, lifting his hand off her before it made it to her breast. “If we were alone… But we’re not.”
Low, so no one else could overhear, she said, “You feel it, too. I’m a girl who knows what she wants.”
A shaky breath left him as he opened the water Flynn tossed his way and took a huge chug.
Flynn also handed him a sandwich. “Eat, man. Please.”
He unwrapped the plastic from half of his and stared at the sandwich with what looked like low interest. “I’ll eat it if you do,” he said to Vivi.
She unwrapped hers and sniffed. Real food. So foreign. She worried her gut might rebel. One bite and she fell back in the seat. “The flavors. It’s incredible.” Another bite. She moaned.
He bit into his and sighed.
“Your mutual food-gasm is a bit disturbing. Did they never feed you?” Flynn asked.
“Liquid food only for what I think was a few years,” she said.“No real food.”
“Flynn, sit with me up front,” Roman ordered. “Bring your computer. We’re going to need an appointment with the mage. And we have to check in with Gerard. Be quiet back there. Let’s not let our handler know what’s going on.”
…
“Who’s Gerard?” she asked.
How much did he tell her? He should come clean about their being the Crown’s Wolves, but then it’d bring up questions about Nova, which he couldn’t answer. She was Roman’s mate, which meant he’d protect Nova against the world. Nova was family. Family came first, which meant he might be forced to fight Vivi. He hated this.
He said, “You may be almost free, but I’m not. We’re not. We may never be. He’s our handler, the person who gives us marching orders, ones we have to follow.”
She squeezed his hand, then reached over to trace the curse tattoo band around his wrist. “I swear I’ll help you. You deserve to be free. To live your life as you want.”
“It’s a kind thought. Appreciated, but impossible. For now, it is what it is.”
He’d known her so little time but recognized deep in his bones what she said came straight from the heart. He glanced down into the sincerity of her eyes. Guilt powered through him.Come clean. Tell her about the Crown’s Wolves.
She would help him, even though there was no easy way to resolve the curse.
The heat between them felt good and special. He didn’t want to sour it.
What if she’d been programmed to seduce him? Maybe all of this was an elaborate lie, and the person he thought he knew wasn’t the real her. It could still be about producing a nextgeneration that the humans could raise and brainwash from day one.
Could he fight her if she attacked him or his brothers or his mother with intent to kill? Or the monarch?
