“Yes!” she said, and then finally let go of him so he had room to maneuver.
He laughed as he considered how many times a witch had told a werewolf she would kill him in very different circumstances. This was better. He felt them align and thrust into her in one long, perfect slide, not stopping until he was home, even as she shouted.
“You’re huge!” she said with a growl, and he froze. Had he hurt her?
When he pulled away, she shrieked in protest and pulled him closer again. They fit together. Of course, they fit together; she was perfect. He pressed in, and she groaned, so he sped up, wondering if he could make her make that sound again.
He ignored the growing sparks at the base of his spine and the way his fingers went numb, so he could find the perfect angle, depth, and speed. Her babbling was growing more incoherent, but he didn’t think he had found it yet. He could do better.
She went rigid, and he almost panicked again, but felt her flutter around him as her eyes rolled back in her head, andfinally, he let himself fall with her into perfection. Nothing would ever feel so good again.
That was a major problem.
8
Cat woke sleepily, wondering what had pulled her from the perfect dream. Then she heard it. Someone was pounding on the door. She screamed as Mateo twisted so he was between her and the door.
“Is anybody in there? I see smoke!” a voice called.
She tried to get out of bed, but he just gave her a look and dove into a pair of pants before taking two steps and wrenching open the door.
“Who are you?” a man’s voice asked from outside.
“I have the same question for you,” Mateo said, and Cat frowned. She expected rage or power, but his voice got softer in the face of a threat.
“Never mind, it doesn’t matter; you’re not hiding teenagers in here, are you?”
“What?” Mateo asked.
Cat realized two things: the identity of the voice, Aaron Sawyers from Search and Rescue, and the reason she had gone out into the snow. She’d Seen this.
Well, not exactlythis: lying in bed after the hottest sex of her life, only to be interrupted by Search and Rescue.
She’d seen the kids.
She jumped out of bed and wrapped a blanket around her, sparing a moment to think about the gossip this would cause, but she did not have time for that as she stepped to the door.
“Cat?” Aaron said.
Mateo bristled, but his voice got even softer. “You know him?”
“He finds lost people. I help. What happened?”
Aaron shook his head and scratched his chin. “Well, no one rightly knew until this morning when people got out and started talking. The twins—not your twins, the other ones—and the Banks boy, and the other one from up the street, I always forget?—”
“Eliza?”
“Right. They were all separately missing, but all were supposed to be at somebody else’s house. Now that the snow is gone, we sorted out the fact that no one’s anywhere.”
“Dammit, I knew it.”
Aaron raised an eyebrow. “You knew they lied about a sleepover?”
In a series of snapshots, Cat envisioned explaining how she knew, or rather suspected, the children were not in their beds but gave up.
“Gary asked me to look into the shoplifting at the store. Some random items were missing, like fertilizer and toothpaste. I was on the trail.”
“How the hell is fertilizer supposed to help in December? And why did they want to go out in this weather?” Aaron asked.
