Page 70 of The Enforcers: NOAH

Through the windows, they could see Tank standing in the yard talking seriously to Brock, showing him how to hold a football for throwing. Tristan was standing about ten feet away, clearly waiting to make the catch.

“He seems happy here,” she said wistfully.

“He’s adaptable. That’s good,” Noah said. “There are great people at Silverlake, too. There aren’t a lot of cubs there—he’s going to be spoiled rotten.”

“That would be nice for him,” she said.

Noah pulled lightly on the back of her towel. “Does this mean I get to take you back to Tank’s room and spoil you rotten?”

She got a soft look on her face. “Nobody’s ever spoiled me rotten.”

He swept her up in his arms. “Then it’s about time somebody did.”

He took her back to Tank’s room and locked the door behind them, then laid her gently on the bed, keeping hold of the towel so it slid off her as she lay back.

For a moment he just looked at her, all the beautiful lines and curves, and ran his hand lightly over her body so it just brushed the skin.

She drew in a deep, shaky breath.

“I told you I wanted to kiss every inch of your skin,” he said. “Can I?”

She nodded, and he lay down beside her and slid up next to her, intent on learning every tiny piece of her. Every touch, every kiss told him something new—how she felt and tasted, where and how she liked to be touched, how it made him smile when he found unexpected sensitive spots that made her gasp or moan.

He kissed the arch of her foot, the inside of her knee, the tender skin on the underside of her wrist. All the places only a lover would kiss, only someone who wanted to touch her whole person, her whole soul.

With every kiss he bonded his heart a little more tightly to hers.

Mina lay back on the bed, luxuriating in this stolen time they had together, letting him worship her body the way no man ever had.

When he finally moved on top of her, pressing her arms back over her head and twining his fingers with hers, she was deliciously wet and ready, and her body felt like soft warm caramel.

She could feel his taut hard shaft against her pussy, and she rolled her hips languorously.

Noah kissed her lips, sipping at them deeply as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Then, holding her eyes with his, he slid slowly into her.

His kisses had set all her nerve endings humming, and the feel of his shaft filling her almost made her come right then. Her whole body craved him, craved his love and attention and desire.

He thrust deeply inside her, still gazing into her eyes. As he moved within her, each rhythmic thrust of his cock sent shockwaves into her soul, building on each other until heat and sensation consumed her, and she lost track of where she was.

She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, feel the empty place in his soul. It was torture for him, she realized, being so tough on the outside and yet so needy on the inside. He could never say that out loud, never admit to his weakness, but it ate at the core of him.

He needed someone to protect. He needed to feel needed, to feel like he was making a difference.

He needed to do this for her, this mating. He needed something—someone—to devote all his energies to.

Her heart melted for him—all hard muscles and tough, cocky attitude, and inside this desperate need, not just to be loved, but to be respected for all the parts of himself, strong and weak, hard and soft, wolf and man.

She tilted her head back and let the sensation take her, accepting all of him inside her. She arched back with her climax, raising her hips to feel all of him, the love and sheer beauty of him pulsing through her and rippling out into the world.

Afterwards they both lay stunned, taking a long time to come down.

Noah eased himself down next to her and brushed her hair back, running it through his fingers. “I love your hair,” he said. “I loved it the first time I saw it.”

“You were a wolf,” she pointed out dreamily. “In a cage.”

Noah nodded. “I was wearing a cone,” he said. “It was humiliating.”

She giggled. “You weren’t actually wearing it, bad wolf,” she said. “And I couldn’t help it. I didn’t realize you were a reasonable woof, and I could just ask you not to chew your bandage off.”