He dragged him into the concrete bunker and started unwrapping the chains, because Roy would just tear them off when he shifted anyway.
A little part of him felt an odd twinge about locking a wolf up during the full moon, but Roy had brought it on himself.
Savannah insisted on leaving a couple of bottles of water and a sandwich for him, so he’d have something to eat and drink when he woke up.
“Waste of good food,” Austin muttered.
“So, what’s the plan?” Aberthol asked nervously as Austin carried out all the chains. “When the full moon is over?” He shut the door and slid an enormous bolt into place.
“You clear the area. Savannah opens the door and stands back. I shoot him with tranq darts until he falls over.”
Aberthol didn’t look particularly impressed. “Ooookay. Well, dinner is served in about an hour. We’ll be eating in the clearing outside the big house. You want some beers?”
“We’ll come join you in a few,” Austin said. “I think we’ll go for a little stroll in the woods. Stretch our legs a bit. Thanks for the offer.”
A dull roar sounded from inside the little concrete bunker, making them all start. Aberthol shook his head. “I don’t envy you,” he said. “Me, I like the simple life. No amount of money in the world would make me want to take on that kind of trouble.” And he headed back to his cabin.
Austin glanced at the bunker. It was as solid as a rock. There was no way that anyone could break out of there, even Roy.
Austin led Savannah away from the clearing, his arm draped possessively around her shoulders. A smile twitched on his lips.
“Your mood sure shifted,” Savannah said lightly as they made their way out into a clearing. “It’s nice to see.”
She sat down on a fallen log, sweeping her hair back over her shoulders, and he settled in next to her.
The moon hung huge and white overhead, and he took her hand in his. “We’ve got a little time before dinner,” he said. Then he gave her a roguish grin. “But I’m still hungry. I want to eat my dessert first.”
“Austin!” Savannah blushed, but she didn’t protest as he stripped off her T-shirt. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Then he nipped it, and her whimper of pleasure made him rock hard.
“That’s where I’ll mark you, if I don’t go crazy.” He was rewarded with a hard smack on the back of his head.
“What? You prefer the neck? Somewhere more visible?” he asked, straightening back up. “I like it. Make sure everybody knows you’re mine.”
“No, you idiot, I’ll be happy with your claiming mark anywhere on my body! That was for saying ‘if’!” she said fiercely. “You will not go crazy. You willdriveme crazy, for sure, but you will notgocrazy. I will not let you. You even try to go crazy? I’m coming after you and dragging you back.”
A sudden storm of emotion swept over him. Nobody had ever fought for him like that. Not his mother, not his brothers, not the members of the Hidden Hills Pack. She deserved someone sane. Someone who could give her a perfect, beautiful life. Someone who’d never be a threat to her.
Swallowing hard, he forced the terrible thoughts down as he looked away.
She squeezed his hand. “Tell me you’ll fight for me, Austin. Because damn it, I’m worth it.”
“Oh, God, yes you are,” he said, his voice husky with emotion. “I’ll fight for you. I don’t want to leave this behind.”
She threw her arms around him and kissed him, and it was wild and hungry and needy, the eagerness of her touch mirroring his own desire. He drew away slowly, watching her face as her reddish eyelashes fluttered, her eyes drifting open. She looked half-drugged and dreamy, and he felt a sudden surge of male pride at the knowledge thathedid that to her.Hemade her feel that way. His cock twitched urgently in his pants, and he wrestled down the urge to rip off her clothes and take her right there and then, roughly and thoroughly.
Instead, he dipped his head and kissed the creamy swells of her breasts above the subtle lace trim of her bra, running his hands down her spine and pressing her closer. The way she shuddered against him was maddening.
He kissed his way down her body, unsnapping her bra behind her back and slipping the straps down over her arms, unbuttoning her pants as he dragged his lips over the soft curve of her belly, ignoring her playful, breathless half-protests.
As she wriggled out of her jeans and panties, he shucked his clothes, tossing his shirt behind him and skimming down his pants, toeing off his boots. Her gaze on his body was like a lingering caress, hot and insatiable, and he felt his cock growing impossibly harder, a slick bead of precum gathering at the head.
She reached out for him, but he shook his head, chiding her, teasing her with his eyes as he dropped to all fours and crawled towards her. She looked delicious in the moonlight, her pale skin spattered with freckles, her rosy nipples pert and erect in the cool evening air.
When he reached her, he ran his hands up her calves then pushed her knees apart, exposing her glistening pink sex. He trailed his fingers higher, watching with fascination as trails of goose bumps followed his touch, then settled his hands on her inner thighs, bracing her open to him as he lowered his head and lavished her pussy with a long, slow, erotic lick. She gasped and clutched at his hair, tugging hard enough to hurt as he suckled her moist flesh. She tasted delicious – musky and sweet – and he lapped hungrily at her molten core as she whimpered and shook, her breathing broken and irregular as he zeroed in on her clit. A few fast, hard flicks of his tongue were enough to shatter her, and she came apart, writhing against his mouth.
He drew away slowly, reluctantly, going back for another long, thorough lick before grinning up at her, the swelling sense of self-satisfaction in his chest almost enough to distract him from the urgent throbbing of his rock-hard cock.
He tried to draw her into his arms, meaning to tumble her onto the floor and drive himself inside her still-clenching body, but instead she scrambled to her feet, and the look in her eyes changed from half-stunned bliss to wicked determination. She yanked at his hands, and he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. Then, with slow, deliberate seductiveness, she backed him up against a tree, walking him backwards until his spine bumped against its rough bark.
