I narrow my eyes, taking him in. His skin is practically luminescent. Ethereal in its glow. His usual cocky smirk is replaced by the most genuine smile I’ve seen on him in years. Creases at the corners of his eyes have appeared, creases I’ve never before seen.
“No, Princess, I’m not planning to punish you for being possessive. Seeing you snarling and staking a claim on me was the highlight of my damn life. But I’m obviously doing something wrong if you think you have anything to be jealous of. So how about I come over there and show you exactly how committed to you I am?”
“Maybe I should be the one punishing you.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I would. Get on your knees and crawl to me, Beta.”
Laughter erupts from him, but it dies off when I drop a hand to my hip and point to the ground. I raise an eyebrow, and his jaw drops.
“Wait, are you serious?” he asks, complete disbelief in his tone.
“Deadly. You have some making up to do. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He stands there, blinking for a long moment before slowly lowering to his knees. His eyes never leave mine as he drops to all fours and crawls towards me. I love when he dominates me, but damn, bringing this strong male to his knees might be my new favorite activity.
He rises from his hands when he reaches me and smirks in that deliciously cocky way he does. I stroke the back of my hand down his face before cupping his strong jaw.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I ask.
“You’re pushing it, Princess.”
I move my hand upwards, threading my fingers into his black hair, gripping it, and pulling it back. He doesn’t wince; he doesn’t give any indication I’m hurting him. I raise one leg to his shoulder and push his face against my pussy. He flattens his tongue and licks me from my dripping entrance up to my clit. He takes my other leg, draping it over his shoulder, and pushes my back against the wall. My hands are buried in his hair as I undulate my hips against him.
Moans escape my lips, and my pulse thunders as he pushes me closer to the edge of climax. When my orgasm crashes into me, it’slucky he is supporting my weight because there’s no way I could stay standing.
“Good boy,” I breathe, and he laughs, putting me back onto my feet. He moves to stand, and I push him back down. “But I still want you to tell me how sorry you are for being such a man whore.”
“I’m so sorry for being such a slut. In my defense, I didn’t know about the heaven that lay between your thighs. I’ll never look at another female for the rest of my days. Now are you done punishing me? Are you going to let me inside you before I combust?”
“I guess,” I say with a shrug, which turns into a squeal when he hauls me over his shoulder and literally runs for the bedroom.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Luca
It’s a chilly morning when the day we leave for the rescue mission finally arrives. Not that it matters to us. Wolves don’t feel the cold much. But I can’t help the shiver that runs through me every few moments. I still can’t believe Sofia has agreed not to come with us. But she hasn’t said a word about it. She simply helped us plan.
She’s been an integral part of the strategy meetings, always looking at things from a different angle. Making us think about the omegas and not only the mission. My wolf puffs out his chest, full of pride at how smart and caring our mate is.
She’s the whole damn package: smart, sassy, caring, stunningly beautiful, strong. She’s incredible. And she’s going to stay behind, so she’s safe too.
“Okay, everyone,” Ryan calls out to the group of warriors. “Those of you staying here, I want double patrols until we get back. For those with me, it’s an eight-hour drive. We’ll drive in convoys until we’re an hour out and then split up so as not to drawattention. Luca, Jackson, and I will meet Caleb at the rendezvous point, and then we’ll breach the building. Warriors, you have your locations, and your objective is clear: pick off any security that makes it past us and keep watch for any signs of perimeter security or reinforcements. These wolves are responsible for killing and abducting our pack members. We get those females out, and we leave no survivors behind.”
The warriors load the cars with the remaining supplies from Doc, who will stay at the bus in case any of the omegas need medical attention. As an elderly wolf, and unranked at that, it wouldn’t be safe for him to come any closer. Doc pulls me aside and hands me a tranquilizer gun.
“Just in case,” he says.
A weight drops into my stomach, but he’s right. Ryan has been doing okay, but tonight is a full moon. He’s at a higher risk of succumbing to moon madness tonight, and as much as shooting my alpha fills me with dread, it’s better than the alternative: him going feral and not being able to shift back.
I’m about to climb into my SUV when I catch my favorite scent. Bergamot, tangerine, and cinnamon. Sofia.
I yank the door open of another SUV and glare at her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Princess?” I ask. My voice is low and deceptively calm, but I’m so angry I could rip this door off its hinges, and I have to actively stop myself from squeezing it so tightly that I warp it beyond use. She rolls her eyes and climbs out, stepping into my space.
“I’m coming,” she says, crossing her arms and popping her hip out.
“The hell you are,” I growl. My wolf howls at the thought of our mate going anywhere near that place. Where female shifters are hurt and imprisoned. No fucking way.
