Page 21 of Protected By Her Wolves

I love you, Drasko. Come with me.

She kissed him before the orgasm swept her under its heavy tide. His roar shook the walls as he stilled inside her, his pulsating cockhead extending her orgasm, the throbbing so deep every nerve ending in her body lit up like a Christmas tree. All she could do was cling to him while they were consumed by the fire.

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Hakon

Hakon’s heart feltlike a lead brick as he disembarked the plane and caught sight of Rone waiting for him in the small terminal that looked more like the waiting room of a bus station. He hugged his brother harder than he’d intended. It had only been less than a week since they’d last seen each other, but he knew Rone needed that hug as badly as he did.

Brother,Rone projected through thought as they walked through the terminal and into the crisp night air.Have you heard anything?

No,he said as his eyes narrowed on that black SUV with tinted windows waiting for them,but I’m demanding answers.

When they got in the back of the truck, Agent Johnson turned to them from the front passenger seat. The lines framing his eyes looked deeper than normal, and his ebony skin had a tinge of gray. Hakon had always considered Johnson an old man, but he looked ancient now.

“Rone, Hakon,” the agent said, giving them both a tight smile. “Glad you’re here.”

“Cut the small talk, Johnson,” Hakon barked. “Are our mate and brother alive?”

“We don’t know.” Johnson pulled up an Alaskan topographical map on his laptop, angling the screen toward the back seat. “Their helicopter went down somewhere in the tundra here.”

Rone swore, biting down on his knuckles.

Hakon’s throat tightened when Johnson pointed to the center of the Bering Tundra. Drasko had called him shortly after he and Amara had arrived at Luc’s camp, telling him the good news—Amara had reached Luc in time. But now what they’d celebrated with joyous howls just three days before could be what killed their mate. How would a pregnant human woman survive the tundra in the middle of a snowstorm?

Swearing, Hakon dragged a hand down his face. “Where’s Luc?”

“Here.” He pointed toward a red X on the other side of the circle. “And here is where the storm is still going strong.” He pointed toward a larger blue circle that covered almost the entire tundra. “It will take the trackers a little longer to circumvent the storm.”

Hakon caught Johnson’s gaze right as he looked away. He was hiding something. “There’s something else you’re not telling us.”

Johnson looked back at him, and this time there was no mistaking the pity reflecting in his eyes. “Nothing gets by you wolves.”

“What is it?” Hakon demanded.

Those lines around his eyes tightened. “Their helicopter was shot down.”

“Shot down?” Rone gasped.

Hakon shared a look of panic with his brother.

“What?” he rasped. “Who did this?”

“There are Russian spies in the area,” Johnson said, his voice taking on a slightly panicked edge. “We suspect the helicopter was flying too close to their camp.”

Fuck!Rone’s curse echoed in his head.

This couldn’t be happening. “Russian spies?”

“We’ve known about them a while.” Johnson gripped the sides of the laptop screen. “The trackers have been keeping an eye on them.”

Keeping an eye on them? White-hot rage boiled Hakon’s veins. “And you thought it would be a good idea for my mate and brother to fly over them?”

“No, I didn’t.” Johnson’s features hardened. “But I can’t control the weather.”

Chest heaving, and inner wolf demanding to break free, Hakon growled at the agent, the same man who his father had referred to as the Amaroki’s closest human friend. It was just last year Amara had saved Johnson from stage four cancer. He wouldn’t deceive his family, would he? He eyed the human for any cracks in his shell. When the agent looked back at him, unblinking, Hakon finally stopped growling, his shoulders slumping in resignation. “What do we do?” he finally asked.

“We’re dropping you boys off here.” He pointed to a forested area just below the tundra. “Between you and the trackers, someone will find Amara and Drasko.” The agent visibly swallowed, his stony façade cracking for just a heartbeat. “Just try to avoid any Russians.”

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