His hand cracked down on my ass cheek and a sharp sting bloomed hot, my skin tingling as the slap echoed, the sparks shooting straight to my clit. Then his fingers gripped my chin rough, tilting my face up just as his mouth crashed on mine in a hard, deep kiss. His tongue was fucking in brutal, tasting the salt of my tears and his own cum from earlier.
“Come for me,” he growled right against my lips, breath ragged.
He slammed into me one final time, angling just the right amount to put some pressure on my clit, and I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard I couldn’t breathe or think, couldn’t do anything but feel my pussy clamping down in brutal spasms, milking him wave after wave. I heard Knox groan as he followed me over the edge, felt him pulsing inside me, filling me with his cum.
“Was that fucking average?” he grunted into my mouth, still buried deep and twitching with aftershocks.
I shook my head. Words were beyond me. My brain had completely short-circuited alongside my body.
He didn’t pull out, just wrapped his arms securely around my thighs and back, and carried me back to the bed. I was clinging koala-tight around him, moaning each time his cock shifted inside, which basically was with each step. We hit the mattress together, collapsing in a heap, his weight half on me comforting.
“Okay,” I managed finally, my voice hoarse. “Not average.”
“Damn right.” He smiled at me, proudly. Fuck him.
28
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Lina
A buzzing sound broke through my nap.
I blinked, scowling at the noise, my brain still fuzzy from sleep. The panic room was warm and comfortable, Knox’s body pressed against mine, his arm draped possessively over my waist. For a moment, I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to acknowledge the outside world intruding on our little sanctuary.
But the buzzing continued, insistent and annoying.
The sound was coming from Knox’s phone on the nightstand, vibrating against the wood with an urgency that made my stomach tighten. Before he could wake up to answer it, the buzzing stopped.
Then my phone started ringing.
Huh.
I reached for it, frowning at the screen. I had an alarm set for when we needed to pick up the twins from kindergarten, and it hadn’t gone off yet. We weren’t late. I checked the time. Half an hour before we needed to leave. So it couldn’t be that.
Had something happened to Blake?
My heart stuttered at the thought. She was with Sarah and Serena, surrounded by guards, completely safe. But the fear was there anyway, irrational and consuming. Ever since the threats started, ever since the coma, I couldn’t shake the feeling that danger was lurking around every corner.
Hunt’s name flashed on my screen.
Not Sarah. Not Serena. Not any of the guards assigned to our baby.
Hunt.
I shook Knox awake with one hand while answering with the other, immediately putting the call on speaker.
“Hunt? What’s wrong? I’m with Knox,” I said instead of hello.
Knox was alert instantly, his gray eyes sharp despite having been dead asleep seconds ago. He pushed himself up on one elbow, leaning closer to the phone, his body tense. I could feel the shift in him, the way his wolf rose to the surface at the first hint of trouble.
Hunt sounded out of breath on the other end of the line. “You were right, Lina.” His voice was strained, urgent, like he’d been running. Or fighting. “You were fucking right about him.”
My blood ran cold. I knew immediately who he was talking about. There was only one person I had asked Hunt to watch.
“I kept an eye on him just as you asked,” Hunt continued, the words tumbling out fast. “Followed him when he left the pack building this afternoon. He went way past our guard posts, deep into rogue territory where no one likes to go. That’s why he hadn’t been caught yet. He knew exactly where our blind spots were. And I saw him meeting with Mira Bennett-”
A grunt cut him off.
