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“And you’re wet. I can smell it,” he carried on, his voice low and guttural. “Your pussy is soaked, weeping for my cock.” He thrust his hips into me slightly, and my knees buckled. His thumb flicked over my nipple, and my head dropped back onto his chest. “Your body was made for me, Kezia. It’s mine, and you know it.”
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. My senses were heightened, and my need was primal. Turning in his hold, I reached up for him as his mouth claimed mine. We kissed with a ferocity and wildness that neither of us was willing to think about. We didn’t hold back. My shirt was pulled off, and Cannon’s hands and mouth covered me with kisses and caresses.
My fingers were already on his jeans button, fingers clumsy with desperation, tugging at his zipper.
“Up,” he commanded gruffly, and I jumped into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist as he lowered us both to the cot. He kissed me thoroughly as his hand smoothed over my thigh, hitching my leg up onto his hip as he ground into me.
He kissed his way down my body. My eyes were closed against the bright light, my hands tangled in his hair as my back arched, feeling his fingers hook into the band of my pants. My hips lifted eagerly to help him, desperate for him to reach his destination.
The sudden blast of cold water made me yell out.
Cannon roared as he leaped off me, his hands up to guard his face as we were both drenched.
“What the fuck!” I heard his angry yell even as I rolled away from the icy deluge, landing on the floor.
“Stop it!” I shouted, shaking my head as my hair plastered to my face, momentarily blinding me.
The water was turned off, and I looked up, panting for a whole different reason, looking at Royce’s grim expression. I looked between him and Cannon, who was as soaked as I was, but he had collected himself a lot quicker than I had. He looked away from me and angrily wiped his face free of the water, his face stern.
“You good?” Royce asked his alpha with a hard look.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Cannon nodded curtly. Glancing at me, he looked away with what appeared like disappointment. “Cover yourself, pup.”
I watched in disbelief as he stalked out of the cell without another word. Pushing my wet hair off my face, I turned to Royce, who was putting the hose down. He gave me a guilty look.
“It’s for the best, Kezia,” he mumbled, following his alpha out of the room.
I watched the door closing in a daze, turning to the wet bed. “What the fuck is happening?” I asked the empty room. My shirt was on the floor, soaked. My sweatpants were wet too. “What a mess.” Squinting upward, I glared at the ceiling as I pushed my pants down. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Luna.”
With hands on hips, I turned to glare at the door. The open door.
“Forget I said anything,” I whispered as I edged to the open cell door. “I need your blessing, Goddess. Just this one time, don’t let me fuck this up.”
I shifted, and we prepared to run.
CHAPTER 23
Cannon
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Royce demanded angrily as he followed me out of the bunker. “She’s a child!”
“She’s eighteen,” I snapped back at him. “Trust me, she’s no child.” I could still feel her. Taste her. Hear her moans. Fuck.
“She’s too young,” he amended furiously.
“For me?” I asked him, sending him a scathing look. “Is that what you’re going to say? I can’t fuck her because I’m older than her?”
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to an abrupt stop. The follow-up shove to my shoulder meant I was turned to face him. “Don’t speak about her like that,” he told me angrily. “She’s young, inexperienced, and isn’t some pack whore you can use and discard.”
He was right, and he was pissing me off. “I’ve never used a pack whore,” I told him, my jaw clenching because as much as he was right, he was also really pissing me off. “I might need one for the blue balls you just left me with.”
I should have expected the punch, but I didn’t. That was on me because my head, both of them, were still underground where my mate was—my mate who drove me to madness with her scent, temper, and terrible attitude. Rubbing my jaw, I looked at my best friend. Stretching my neck to release some tension, I rolled my shoulders.
“I’m going to give you that one,” I told him quietly. “I may have deserved it.”
Royce had been prepared for my counter punch, and I saw him relax slightly as he watched me with suspicion. “Ya think?”
“No,” I told him honestly. “I can’t think when she’s near me.” Shaking my head, I looked toward the town. “How many times before I don’t leave the room? How many times before you’re not there to stop me?” Clasping my hands behind my neck, I bowed my head. “It’s impossible to ignore,” I admitted to him. “This itch, this need to take her, claim her. Own her.” I frowned at the floor. “I’m not in control when I’m in the same space as her. It’s…it’s terrifying how much control she has over me.”
