“Fuck me!” I begged. “Oh god,fuck me! I need it!I need it!”
My mate made a noise I’d never heard before, somewhere between a growl and a roar. The hand inside me pulled out, tugging at my fluttering rim as my body tried to keep it there.
The weight pinning me returned, and this time the heavy cock didn’t tease. The thick girth slammed into me with a single, violent thrust, bottoming out with a sharp slap of flesh against flesh. I cried out again, even louder than before.
“Christ.” The voice across the room sounded faint and hoarse, but I couldn’t focus on it.
The hand that had been curled inside me snaked around and covered my mouth like a gag, stifling my shrieks and whines into a desperate, muffled plea formore. His fingers weresoakedin my own slick. Rough skin slid against my lips... the caramel coffee tang working its way into my mouth as I bucked and struggled.
It was hard to breathe like this, and the swimmy sensation of airlessness added to the dizzying jolts of ecstasy spreading outward from where we were joined. My muscles trembled, shuddered, and finally went lax as I submitted to the pleasure being forced on my helpless body.
My mate was taking what he wanted from me, and I was powerless to resist him; both mentally and physically. The realization was divine.
My lips parted, my tongue darting out to lap shamelessly at my own taste. The fingers that had been gagging my cries curledand slid in deep, pressing against my tongue and gagging me in an altogether different and more satisfying way.
Every inch of my skin radiated heat like a furnace. Now that same heat turned inward as well, gathering and gathering until the tip of the cock ramming into me nudged up against a ball of liquid fire with every deep plunge.
My mate’s left hand clenched finger-shaped bruises into my hip. His body shuddered once, hard, and the cock inside me pulsed. His pleasure flooded through the bond, and the sphere of heat throbbing in my womb burst wide open. I bit down hard on the fingers in my mouth, groaning as though I was about to die.
The orgasm was less about pleasure and more about runaway nuclear fission. I was only vaguely aware of my mate’s knot swelling hot and hard within me, or my muscles clenching around it with crushing force.
With a moan of utter relief, I let the blackness take me again.
TWENTY-FIVE
Knox
THREE DAYS AFTER Iwoke up from nearly getting my stupid ass killed, the doctors finally agreed to let me go home. This was simultaneously a relief, because hospitals were hell on earth, and not a relief, because I still felt like two-week-old dog shit.
That was going to be a problem on a few different levels. Because, from what I’d been able to gather, someone had basically set off a nuclear bomb in my pack while I was busy drooling onto a hospital pillow.
I wasn’t sure how long it was going to take before the congealed lump of porridge between my ears was working well enough to deal with international trade delivery duties, demurrage, HS code, and all the other things that I’d built a business on. For now, I was struggling to wrap my head around the things Tony and Gage had let slip... and, just as importantly, the things theyhadn’tlet slip.
Heath’s protégé had been the one at my bedside when I’d finally swum up from the murky depths of my coma. Not Heath himself. Not Gage. Just a sweet beta kid who I’d had maybe half a dozen short conversations with, since Heath had picked him up a couple of years ago.
I barely remembered anything of what Tony had been talking about when I’d first woken up. Just that he’d been babbling,speaking faster and faster while saying less and less. Then he’d said something about calling the others to let them know I was awake, after which he’d disappeared for more than a day, only to return looking like he’d just peered into the mouth of Hell itself.
After twenty-four hours of radio silence—and still not so much as a call or a text from either of my packmates—I laid into the kid pretty hard when he finally slunk back into my private hospital room. And then I felt like a total ass when he physically cringed away from me.
“Look,” I said, doing my best to modulate my voice. “Just tell me they’re okay, Tony. What the hell’s beenhappeningthe past few days?”
Tony’s eyes darted around like he was looking for hidden cameras in the room. And, to be fair, there may have been one. With all the lawsuits in the medical industry, hospitals probably had good reason to use surveillance cameras for recorded evidence. None of which explained what Tony might know that he didn’t want the hospital’s security staff to hear.
He cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his jean pockets. His shoulders had been tense before, but now they were practically hunched up around his ears.
