Soon we could finally go back to that place Willow liked. Kit’s home. She turned her beautiful face up as she told me her plans, her hands moving wildly.
“I’m still open to coming back and forth between here and Kit’s place, but I want some alone time with you guys without having to worry about when I get to see you. You’re always so busy.”
Red flushed the crests of her cheeks and she fanned herself again. The fluorescent light of the store highlighted the pinkening of her skin. I frowned.
“I forgot something,” I said and turned on my heels to get the electrolyte-infused water bottles from the farthest aisle. I hoped she wasn’t coming down with something.
It took me only a moment, but by the time I was back to where I left her, she was gone. My heart rate quickened and I whirled, but there was no sign of her.
Had a werewolf taken her while I wasn’t looking? Fuck, I should have agreed to Kit and Rowan coming. We’d come out during the night for this very reason. The concoction to mask her scent that girl had given her was set to arrive tomorrow, so she’d waited and stayed out of everyone’s path. Did some werewolf in the pack leak the information? Fuck. We’d taken out any potential traitors and instilled fear in all the others. Willow’s existence was not to be leaked.
My wolf rushed to the surface and the scents enhanced. A honey scent floated to my nose and I sucked it in, following it.
I skid to a stop in front of a large metal container housing a ton of furred, circular pillows. It was like hitting a wall. It was filled with her honeyed smell. It was much more potent. My fingers clasped the wires and they bent under my grip. Fuck—the scent was delicious.
It took my eyes a while to really register that she’d crouched to the bottom and was wiggling around. Multicolored circular pillows undulated with her movements.
“What are you doing, Willow?” I gawked at my mate swimming in the sea of pillows.
She popped up so fast, I jerked back. I cleared my throat as her head appeared from the masses. She grinned sheepishly, her cheeks bright red. She stood, rubbing her arms frantically as she waded through the sea of pillows toward me. Her expression tightened and she looked at me with shock.
Her scent slammed into me, and my cockached. Without a doubt, she was drenched for me.
I needed to bury my nose in her warmth and lap—
Fuck. She was in heat.
I sucked in a harsh breath and scooped her out of the container. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist, hugging my torso as I held her up with one hand at her ass.
Willow tipped her hips to rub against my cock—practically dry humping me.
My steps stuttered as my dick twitched.
“Sorry about this. She had a few too many drinks,” I wheezed, nodding my head to the store representative. The can the man held dropped from his limp fingers and his head craned to watch my frantic exit.
The lot was fortunately empty except for the vehicle I assumed was the cashier’s. I yanked open the truck door as Willow sank her little teeth into my neck.
My knees buckled and I sucked in a harsh breath. I wrapped my palms around her waist to pull her into the seat, but she tightened her hold with a hiss.
“Fine!” I left her clinging to me and pulled myself up. She settled against my cock, perfectly nestled.
I groaned, brows furrowing.
I started the engine and settled my shaking hands on the steering wheel. She licked up my neck and nuzzled my ear before sucking it into her mouth. The move sent shock waves to all my senses.
Damn. Fuck. I needed to get an award for not bending her over here and now. I pulled the car into reverse and sped onto the road.
Willow’s hands wandered over my shoulders, little nails digging in. She tugged at my shirt and with a sudden yank, ripped it. Her hands wandered down my abs, following the dips and hollows until she was at the waistband of my jeans.
She angrily hissed again and rubbed the thick bulge through the denim.
She was going to force me into a shift.
I needed to get her back to the pack. I couldn’t have her unsafe, and if I was too preoccupied fucking her, I couldn’t protect her.
I yanked my cell phone out and pressed the last number I called.
“Yes?” Fuck, it was Hector.
