The guys exchanged uncertain looks.
Morgan stiffened, and he nearly groaned when her ass ground against his dick. Then all thoughts of spreading her out on the desk to taste her vanished when she spoke. “The wolves!”
Louis stiffened, tension radiating from him, and he eyed everyone in the room like they were seconds away from attacking. “You think we brought them here?”
“What?” Morgan cast him a glance, then flipped her hand at him in annoyance. “No, of course not. I meant?—”
“She means us.” Caedmon’s eyes locked on Morgan, the fae bastard giving nothing away in his expression.
“Stop putting words in my mouth,” Morgan snapped, her hands clenched as she shot to her feet with a glare. “I’m talking about when we fought the wendigo. That amount of magic was bound to draw attention.”
As the two continued to glare at each other, Kincade gave a defeated sigh. Though he wasn’t happy about sharing Morgan with another mate, he had come to admire Caedmon’s steadfast devotion to her. Everything the fae did was to make Morgan’s life easier.
The poor sap worshiped Morgan with a single-mindeddevotion that nearly bordered on obsession, but he hid it so well that she didn’t have a clue.
Kincade could sympathize.
Morgan was a girl that made falling in love as easy as breathing. She gave with her whole heart, holding nothing back and asking nothing in return. It was nearly irresistible in a world that always demanded a price.
The first time he saw her, she stole his breath.
He’d wanted to keep her safe, bundle her up so no harm could come to her, and he had acted like a total ass because of it.
She’d fought him at every opportunity, refusing to let him get away with that shit.
She’d been fucking determined to become an assassin, despite the danger. He blocked her every step of the way, but she was unstoppable.
Irresistible.
Feeling a bit nostalgic, he decided to give Caedmon a break.
The man was so far gone on their girl that it was hard to remain pissed.
And he suspected they were going to need his help if they had any hope of Morgan getting out of this alive.
That was enough for him to accept the man.
“Sit.” Kincade grabbed her hips, not proud to admit the way his attention dropped to her ass just inches away from his face. As he pulled her down on his lap, she opened her mouth to blast him, wiggling in his lap to glare at him.
He knew the instant she felt his condition—her eyes went comically wide, her mouth parting when his prominent erection nudged her ass.
“Really?” She huffed in exasperation, an adorable blush stealing up her neck. “We’re trying to have a discussion.”
“You think those two things are mutually exclusive?” He couldn’t help but grin at her dubious, slightly annoyed expression. “If you sit in my lap, if you stand and shove your ass in my face, if you even breathe in my direction, this is going to happen. You are pure distraction, honey.”
She only blinked at him with a stupefied look, and he chuckled, reaching under her chin to close her mouth.
“Enough of that.” Ascher stepped around the desk, grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet, removing the temptation from his grasp.
Kincade sighed but didn’t protest.
The only way they were going to get any work done was by keeping their hands to themselves.
“I don’t think it was the gods who were behind the attack,” Atlas spoke from the shadows, standing apart from the others.
Kincade rose to his feet at the surety in his words and total lack of infection in his voice. “What do you mean?”
Atlas turned toward him, his green eyes full of turmoil. He didn’t look at anyone else, unable to mask his bleak, devastated expression. “I’m very much afraid that my family is involved. If that’s true, nothing will stop them but her death.”
