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I let out a pleasurable little sigh as his cock grows even harder. My hand falls to his right hip, running over his skin. I don't know because I haven't had a whole lot of moments of pure bliss in my life, but I do know this feels like what I imagine experiencing euphoria is like.

Vik's cock dribbles pre-cum, and I lap it up.

"You're such a goddamn gift," Vik murmurs, running his fingers over my cheek. "If you don't stop teasing…" He chuckles. "You might get my load right in that sweet mouth."

I grin around his cock. I wouldn't mind that either. He continues with his soft praises until my eyes get heavy. I fall asleep before I even realize what's happening.

Chapter Eighteen

Viktor

I've done a lot of things in my life that I'm not proud of. Some of those were in defense of my country, so I don't let myself harbor too much guilt for things done under orders. At that point you're the machine, not the operator.

Anastasia's breathing evens out within five minutes. I run my fingers through her soft hair and alternate between watching the footage and dreading what'll happen if those fuckwads actually show up.

Neither Wolfe nor I will hesitate to do what has be done to protect our pack. Cas won't either, but I also know he's not as built for it as the two of us are.

I hear the shuffling and my hand slides under the cushion, ripping out the Glock 19 and aiming. When Soren's blond head pops around the wall from the kitchen, I blow out a breath of relief. We might be related, but you definitely can't tell by looking at the two of us.

Soren is tall and with a slender build that should make it impossible for him to blend in places. Except I know from experience that he's a master at it. His light blue eyes evaluate everything and he grins when he sees me.

"How did you get in?" I ask in a low voice to keep from waking Ana.

"Came up the backside of the mountain," Soren says, prowling closer. "The others should be up shortly. It's a long walk from where we left the car."

"That's nice," I grumble, shoving the gun back under the cushion.

"Damn." He chuckles, shaking his head. "You are into some kinky shit. Is she asleep?"

"Yes," I agree, running my fingers over her cheek.

"You know what? I don't even want to know." He sighs. "Have you got somewhere the four of us can crash? I'm exhausted." His nose twitches. "That one is potent as hell. Is she in heat?"

"She's coming off suppressants," I whisper. "It's been erratic."

"That is unfortunate timing," Soren says, scratching at his blond beard. "Fine, one of us will take the first shift."

"Nah, I've got it," Wolfe says, coming into the room. "You set off my trail-cam alarms."

"I did that intentionally," Soren says, eyeing Wolfe.

They make introductions.

"You're bonded to her?" Soren asks, nodding to Anastasia.

"I sure fucking am." Wolfe chuckles, shaking his head with a silly grin on his face.

"It's fresh," Soren says, breathing in close to Wolfe's neck.

"Yeah," Wolfe says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"How can you stand to see her with my cousin's cock in her mouth?" Soren asks in Russian.

Wolfe blinks. I repeat the question in English. "Don't be a prick," I warn Soren.

"This is a legitimate question," Soren says, eyes bouncing between us. "I've recently acquired one of my own. No bonds as of yet, but that is coming. I find I do not wish to share her."

"Do you have a pack?" Wolfe asks, frowning.

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