And through their bond, he could feel the same insatiable need in Leni.
On a ragged snarl, he drew his wrist away from the delicious suction of her lips and hastily sealed the wounds he’d made.
Lowering his head, he took her mouth in a savage kiss. “You’re mine now. Forever.”
“Yes,” she whispered, her love wrapping around him from both the joining of their bond and their bodies. “And you’re mine, Knox.”
He growled his answer, too far gone to form words. All he knew was the pleasure of his female’s body beneath his, her heat surrounding him, coaxing the explosive release he was powerless to control any longer.
Leni’s climax crashed into him before his own had snapped its leash. Knox marveled at the feel of her surrendering to him completely.
Her body’s delicate tremors would have been reward enough, but sharing her bliss through their bond made his own orgasm detonate with enormous force. He roared his pleasure, then rolled Leni over to start all over again.
“Mine,” he rasped against the soft curve of her neck and shoulder as he entered her.
Leni let go of a shuddery sigh. “God, yes. Knox, don’t stop.”
He had no intention of it.
Possession poured over him, more powerful than any storm. She was his. Nothing—and no one—was going to stand in the way of that now.
Sooner or later, he still had to answer for Travis Parrish’s murder, but he would gladly pay whatever price the Order or law enforcement demanded of him.
As for the rest of the Parrishes, they could burn in hell for all he cared.
And if they ever tried to lay a finger on Leni or Riley, Knox was prepared to send them there personally.
CHAPTER 23
The next morning, Leni opened the commercial-grade refrigerator in the safe house kitchen and peered inside at the plethora of choices. Anything she could possibly crave or need had been recently stocked ahead of their arrival and ready for use.
She’d found the same was true of the bathroom and shower. There was even a full wardrobe of brand-new casual clothes in various sizes in the bedrooms, and a mudroom closet outfitted with a variety of seasonal outerwear and boots. Even a few sized for a child.
Riley had spotted the winter gear before she had. His first order of business when he hopped out of bed was to wheedle a promise out of her that they would build a snowman after breakfast.
Leni retrieved a carton of milk and a package of eggs from the fridge. “What kind of pancakes would you like, kiddo? Blueberry or strawberry?”
“Blueberry!” Riley shouted from his seat at the island counter.
“Coming right up.”
They were alone in the spacious kitchen. After an amazing night in Knox’s arms, Leni awoke feeling as though she could take on the world. Not only because of the blood bond that still thrummed through her, strengthening every particle of her being, but because she also had the incredible gift of Knox’s love.
Peace and contentment enveloped her as she gathered the ingredients and other supplies she’d need to make Riley’s breakfast. As for herself, she had never felt so nourished or sated. She hungered for nothing this morning . . . except the next opportunity she had to lose herself in Knox’s arms.
Her mate.
A slow smile curved her lips as she made Riley’s pancakes, then delivered his plate to the counter where he waited. He practically pounced on the short stack, humming and bouncing in his chair as he ate.
“Take your time, little man. And don’t forget to drink some orange juice too.”
He nodded, reaching for the plastic glass with syrup-sticky fingers. A muffled musical tune drew Leni’s head up a moment later. The noise came from her purse, which she’d left in the great room after they’d arrived.
Shit. Her phone.
She scrambled to answer, knowing by the ringtone it was Carla. “Hey. I was going to call you in just a minute.”
“Where are you, Leni?” Her friend sounded more than concerned. “Is Riley with you?”
