Irritation was difficult for him to mask, so he didn’t bother. He’d gotten her out of the kill room, found clothes, and then forced her to wait to be interviewed at the hospital, where she’d checked out all right. They’d even heard the baby’s heartbeat, which had changed his life forever. “They interviewed you for an hour and a half. They had you long enough.” In fact, it was long enough that Kurt Colbey and his people arrived.
Seth couldn’t imagine that Kurt would tell his fellow agents about wolf shifters existing, but he couldn’t rule it out, either. He had to decide what to do. That was a problem for tomorrow.
For now, he had a mate to care for, and he’d do it right. He lifted Mia, strode into the main area of the plane, noted that the door to the cockpit was shut, and sat in one of the chairs with her on his lap—where she belonged.
“Seth,” she murmured, snuggling her nose into his neck. “Were you worried about me?”
“Yeah,” he said softly. “I was. We’re gonna have to talk soon, baby, and you’re not gonna like it.” She put back her head and stared at him. Those luminous eyes were soft and sleepy. “Your case is now solved.”
She nodded. “I guess, but I couldn’t get him to give me any details. I wish I hadn’t had to kill him.”
Thank God, she had. He held her tighter. “I’m proud of you. You did a good job.”
“He didn’t give me a choice.” She shook her head. “I wanted to understand him, but he wouldn’t answer direct questions. He was more interested in talking about how much better he was than Delaney. It was pretty sad, actually.”
“When his hero was a serial killer, I guess it would be,” Seth muttered. “We need to talk about your job.”
“Not tonight.” She caressed his jaw, sliding her soft hand down his neck and over his shoulder.
He could give her that. So, he leaned down and kissed the bruises on her chin, being gentle. It wasn’t in his nature, but somebody had hurt her, and he had to make her feel better. She tasted like vanilla. How did she do that? The smell of lilacs surrounded him. She was so damn soft, and so damn tough. He couldn’t believe that she’d taken down a serial killer by using a screwdriver with her hands bound together.
She continued touching him, sending her mark deep inside him. Fire and light...all Mia. Right past his muscles, his bones, to his very essence. Only her.
He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her skin, letting his body and soul relax now that she was safe. Then he kissed her again, sliding his hand down her torso and checking out each rib, her breasts, and her hips. Bruises were forming, but they weren’t horrible. He’d already looked at her legs, and that bastard had kicked her several times, leaving swollen bruises.
“I’m sorry you were taken,” he murmured.
She looked up at him and ran her hand across the stubble on his jawline. “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Oh, baby, it was.” He needed to set stricter perimeters soon, but not tonight. She needed to be safe at all times, and apparently, he hadn’t been doing a good enough job.
“I’m okay,” she whispered. “I’m safe, Seth. The baby and I are both safe.”
They’d stay that way, no matter what he had to do. He leaned down and took her mouth the way he wanted, hot and deep, pouring his fire into her, his very life. She was all that mattered. He gave her himself and kissed her hard before ripping off the towel and pivoting her to straddle him. Right now, he needed her. All of her.
The second her hot little core met his throbbing cock, they both groaned.
He palmed her breasts and then ran his hands down her arms to her wounded wrists. He kissed one and then the other. A part of him, a huge part, wished Rodney was still alive so Seth could kill him again with immeasurable pain. But for now, he had his woman here, and she was safe.
He wrapped an arm around her back and then took them both to the floor.
“Seth.” She giggled. “There’s a perfectly good bed in the other room.”
“Can’t wait for a bed.” God, he loved her body. Loved touching it, loved looking at it, loved owning it—so many curves and so many sleek muscles just beneath the skin.
He wandered down her front and stopped right where he wanted to be at her core, taking her clit with his mouth. She tasted like honey and vanilla, and he forced her up quickly, using his tongue and lips. She climaxed fast, crying out. She gyrated against him, and he added his fingers and teeth this time, ramping her up again. She grabbed his hair as the orgasm tore through her, making her thighs tremble. He couldn’t get enough of her.
“Seth, stop,” she moaned.
“No,” he said against her, nipping at her clit. “You’re mine. You’ll take more.”
She cried out, the sound needy. He swirled his tongue, slowed down for a moment until her body relaxed, and then went at her again. This was his favorite treat in the entire world, and to think he had almost lost her. It was too much. He held her on the edge for a while until she finally broke, crying out his name and ending on a whimper.
Only then did he wander up her length, flip her around, and put her on her hands and knees. Even so, he was careful of her bruises. “Is your knee okay?” From what he could tell, the damage was on one shin and ankle, but she had walked without much of a limp.
“More than okay.” She tossed her hair back, and the silky strands hit him in the head. He grabbed her hips and powered into her with one strong stroke. Her body stiffened and then softened around him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his fingers digging into her hips. “And you’re all mine.”
