Brock growled. “I’ve missed you.”
Warmth spread down my chest to pool between my legs. “I’ve missed you too.”
“Tell me everything that happened at the station.” He laced his fingers through mine and led me inside, where Sabine was waiting inside the living room with her pokey tools.
I feigned surprise. “Are you asking me to divulge official business?”
He glared, crossing his arms. “Woman…”
I chuckled, sitting down to allow Sabine to slide the needle into my arm.
While my treatment got under way, I told him everything about the human victims and my near absolute surety that it was the siren.
“Well, we’ve got to catch her!” he roared. “She can’t get away with doing that kind of shit in my territory.”
“Yeah, my boss is sending two more bounty hunters to help.” I pretended to be nonchalant, but I found myself picking at invisible lint on my shirt with my free arm before I noticed and stopped myself.
Brock was staring at me. “Okay. That’s good, right?” But he dragged out the question. He knew something was up.
I swallowed hard, finding the carpet suddenly fascinating. “Totally good. It’s this really great bounty hunter, Kenzie, annnnd … my ex-boyfriend, Jack.”
“Your what?” His voice was stone cold, and Sabine took that moment to quickly exit the room with some mumbled excuse about needing to get more gauze or some line like that. Sabine was always prepared.
I winced. “My … werewolf ex-boyfriend, Jack.”
Werewolves were uber territorial. Having a wolf on his land that wasn’t pack would be hard enough without it being my ex. Jack would probably need to ask his permission to be here if it was more than passing through. Werewolves were big on protocol.
Fur rippled down Brock’s arms and my eyes widened. Was he so mad that he would shift?
“Evie,” he growled, “there is no fucking way I’m letting another wolf onto my land. Another wolf that’s been all over you.”
I frowned. “Okay, I understand. I’ll meet them at the hotel bar and we’ll do all our business off the land.”
“No! I need to be there when you’re around him.” His voice held disbelief that I would suggest such a thing.
This time I grinned. “Brock Adams, are you jealous?”
He growled and sat on the couch next to me, pressing his warm, muscular thigh against mine. Tingles swept across my body, leaving me flushed, and his touch wasn’t even sexual … yet. His intentions were scrawled all across his beautiful face. He was going to lay claim to me the very second Sabine pulled this needle from my arm.
“You’re damn right I’m jealous. You’re mine, Evie Black.” His voice was wild and smoky, and I’d never been so desperate to be free of the blood transfusion contraption.
He claimed my mouth in a kiss so steamy that my toes actually curled back in my ass-kicking boots.
My lips burned from the intensity of his kiss. “All mine,” he whispered against them, and I squirmed in my seat.
"All yours,” I whispered back, before I could question the motives of my traitorous mouth.
His gaze burned at my answer and he growled, deep and rumbly. When he kissed me again, and danced his tongue against mine, I knew I’d spoken the truth.
The instant Sabine removed the needle from my arm, Brock, who hadn’t moved from my side, growled deep in his throat. The rumble was as primal as it got. Sabine gave him a look that said she’d be back to collect her equipment later and speed-walked out of there, leaving us alone in one of the large house’s many sitting rooms.
Neither one of us bothered with sparing her a second glance. Brock’s eyes burned as they bored into mine.
He slid an arm behind my back, another beneath my legs, and lifted me as he stood. With quick, determined strides, he cut across the house until we were at the door to his master bedroom. Shoving the door open, he closed it with his foot and pressed his lips against mine again.
The moments melded into a blur of disrobing. Boots, jeans, and shirts flew off so fast that I was sure we must have torn seams. The only thing I paused for was to remove my katana, gun, and badge carefully. The second they were secure atop his dresser, I was back in his arms, his flesh scalding against my already burning skin.
He slid his boxers down his legs, never breaking eye contact, and I actually whimpered as his naked body was revealed in its full glory. Oh, I’d missed him, there was no doubt about that. Heat pulsed deep in my belly as if it had its own heartbeat. I was slick and ready for all that the alpha’s stare promised to deliver.
Pulling me into his arms, he trailed kisses along my collarbone and in between my breasts. Reaching behind me, he unfastened my bra and helped it fall to the floor. Immediately his tongue was on my nipples. When his tongue flicked across each in turn and he squeezed my breasts with his large, strong hands, I realized I didn’t have the patience for a slow buildup.
As he tucked fingers inside the lacy waistband of my thong and slid it down, a moan ripped from his throat. He hesitated, and I knew he wanted to take his time with me, that he thought it was the thing to do. But then he chuffed and his eyes rolled back at the scent of me. With the super senses that had apparently been activated when I’d last shifted, even I could scent the raw sex that permeated the air—musky, exhilarating, and delicious.
Brock hesitated for another drawn-out moment, but then he snapped—and I wasn’t about to complain. He swung hands beneath my bare thighs and lifted me up onto his body. I wrapped legs around his torso and pulled tightly until there was no space between us.
As if neither one of us could wait another second, we joined. I gasped at the sensation of us pressing together as one. His eyes were glittering and feverish, surely matching my own. I hadn’t realized how much I’d really needed him until this moment.
He backed me against the nearest wall, thrusting, kissing, licking, touching everywhere. His tongue tangled with mine and I experienced a near desperation to feel him more, to have him become a greater part of me.
Then he stopped without warning, pressing me against the wall still, but otherwise he fell completely still.
“What? What is it?” I gasped, breathless, running my hands through his thick dark hair, wanting it to never stop.
“The baby,” he said, his voice deeper and rougher than usual. “Am I hurting the baby?’
I tried not to laugh. “No, you’re fine. We’re fine. There’s no harm, I promise.”
Screw me now or I’ll handcuff you to the bed, Baby Daddy.
His eyes sharpened for a brief moment. “You’re totally sure?”
“A hundred percent.”
Get on with it.
“Thank fuck.” He growled again, and those growls were quickly becoming my favorite sounds.
Hands slid beneath my ass, squeezed, and picked me up. In a few sure strides, he lowered me to the bed and his hands were once more free to roam my body.
His weight atop me was just right. The way he caressed my heated flesh encouraged me to spiral upward.
“Eve, I want all of you,” he murmured, planting fevered kisses along my jawline, across my cheeks, and onto my shoulders.
I tangled my fingers into his hair and crushed his mouth against mine. Pressing my hips against his, I met his every thrust with equal enthusiasm of my own. If he didn’t already know I wanted to give all of myself to him, I was going to prove it.
The muscles in his back went taut, and when I wrapped my hands around his ass, I felt it tighten. He was drawing close to the edge.
I was ready to tumble over it with him.
‘Don’t hold back,’ I told him through our pack link, hoping I was on the right channel and not broadcasting to Cass.
‘You first.’
I smiled at him wickedly and bit my lip. ‘As you command, Alpha.’
He picked up the pace, which I matched, until we were two that had merged into one in a frenzy of passion. I didn’t hold back, and as I crested the wave of pleasure he was right there with me. We gasped and moaned and clenched and shuddered together. After, we melted into a heap of tangled limbs.
We lay like that until our breathing settled and rational thinking returned. “Do you think some of your wolves heard us?” I inquired.
Brock rolled off me and tucked me into the crook of his arm, pulling me flush against the side of his body. “Probably. I’ve stationed much of the pack in the house because of the vampire threat.”
I tensed. “So everyone might have heard us?”
He shrugged. “They’re in the other wings of the house, and some in the converted basement below, but yeah, probably. You don’t care, do you?”
I had to think about it. “No, I suppose I don’t.”
“Good. Now, enough talking. Rest up, because I’m far from finished with you.”
I draped a leg over his and nestled closer. “What a coincidence. I’m far from finished with you too.”
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of my head. I allowed my eyes to drift closed for a bit. With Brock at my side, I felt safer than I had in a long time.
5 Rage with a Side of Fury
I must have fallen asleep, because I woke with a start, though I couldn’t immediately recognize what had woken me. Then I sensed Brock’s body rigid beneath me as he attempted to slide his arm out from under my head and his legs from beneath mine.
“What is it?” I asked.
“One of my lookouts is reporting strange activity. I’m going to go check it out. Stay here and rest. I’ll be back when I can.”
I hopped out of bed and started tugging on my pants.
“You’re not coming with me,” he said. “It might be dangerous.”
I didn’t even bother looking at him, focusing instead on fastening and putting garments on as quickly as I could. When I clipped on my gun, katana, and badge, just in case, he was waiting at the door in a bare chest and jeans.
“Please stay here,” he pressed, and I could tell the please was a last-ditch effort to have me listen.
“Not a chance, bud.”
“So all that ‘As you command, Alpha’ was just bullshit? I am your alpha, ya know.”
“And I’m a supernatural bounty hunter, not a kept woman. We’ve been over this before.” I joined his side at the door and pointed to it. “I’m pretty sure we don’t have time to waste.”
He growled, entirely unlike the growls he’d shared in our lovemaking—he had a full vocabulary in grunts—and yanked the door open. “Fine,” he conceded, “but you stay by my side the entire time.”
I didn’t bother replying because I knew it was a promise I couldn’t keep. I’d remain by his side to placate him as long as I could, but if I was needed elsewhere, I’d go.
“What did the lookout tell you?” I whispered as we edged through the dark house. With our keen shifter eyes, we didn’t need the lights.