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Hunter smoothed her hair away from her face before he bent his head and kissed her.

Although she still felt the mating pain, the feel of him against her and kissing her lips took her breath. She almost lost him today. Nicole fought back the need to cry and concentrated on loving him. Their mouths meshed, and the kiss quickly became brutal with their need.

“Don’t make me wait,” she said.

“I know. We’ve waited too long.” He mounted her and slipped between her thighs.

She felt him use his hand to make sure she was ready before she felt the pressure she always felt when he entered her for the first few thrusts. This time he didn’t give her time to get used to him. He kept plunging until he’d stuffed his whole cock into her. They both groaned when he was all in.

She was glad when he started thrusting. It wasn’t a slow glide but a pounding thrust that they both needed. She was startled when she crested and was thrown over so quickly. Her first thought when she came off the orgasm was she didn’t feel much better.

Hunter gripped the back of her head. “I know, Mate. We’ll both have to have a few orgasms before the mating heat lessens.”

She nodded and concentrated on his face. He pushed her over a few more times, and by the fourth time, she could barely move.

“God, Hunter.”

“I know, Mate. Just one more, and then we can rest.”

She thought the next one just might kill her, but there was no way to stop him.

Within a few minutes, a groan tore from his mouth while she screamed. She felt herself fall unconscious and didn’t try to fight it because her body needed the rest. The last thing she saw was her mate’s face as he looked down at her tenderly.

“Sleep, Mate. I’m here to watch over you, and no one will get through me,” Hunter said, kissing her lips.

Chapter Twelve

After he pulled out of her and cleaned her up with a warm washcloth, he drew her into his arms and held her against his chest.

Jesus. He had to fight to keep from howling at the pain and rage of almost losing her. He loosened his hold on her when she moved and frowned. How the hell was he going to keep her safe? He couldn’t be with her all the time because he had a job, and she would kill him within a few days. Maybe he could talk Roman and Blake into putting small cameras in the bakery? He guessed it wouldn’t go over well with the women, so they’d have to determine if they would even tell them.

He glanced at the clock. They’d been in bed for over two hours and spent the whole time fucking. He needed to take care of his mate’s soreness between her legs and bring up a food tray.

The plan helped center him a bit—enough to stay steady and not tremble with anger. He carefully pulled away from her and reached for the cream he kept in his nightstand. It was a testament of how exhausted she was when she didn’t move at all when he separated her legs and pushed two fingers into her cunt with a dollop of the pain relief cream. He made sure he spread it over as much of the inside of her channel as he could reach.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered. He tossed the tube on his night table, pulled on a pair of shorts, and left the room.

He was startled to see Roman and Nico, one of his other brothers, sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hey,” he said as he walked to the pantry closet to grab a tray for the food he planned to take to his mate.

“We wanted to check on you,” Roman said.

“Where’s Brenna?”

“In our room. They closed the bakery an hour ago. I made her lie down when we got home because the day had been hard on her.”

Hunter nodded. “But otherwise, she’s fine?”

Roman nodded. “I know you don’t have time to tell us everything that happened. Blake told us what he knew.”

“No, I’d like to get back to Nicole. But Tamara is dead.”

Roman nodded. “I’ll have a few people find her body and bury it.”

“Will we have any type of service?” Nico asked.

Hunter looked at Roman. “What do you think?”

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