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Blood

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by Cara Clare

I don’t stop.

Quick.

Quick.

Slow.

Next to us, Tanner yells and grabs Kole’s face thrusting hard into his mouth. “Fuck,” he shouts, shuddering as an orgasm grips him.

Nova’s body tenses. She stretches out her arms, grabbing Tanner’s shoulder, using him to steady herself. Kole leans over and takes her nipple in his mouth now.

I move my hands to her hips.

Tanner takes over the rhythm; he knows how to play her too.

Quick.

Quick.

Slow.

She cries out, a word that doesn’t sound like anything other than pure vicious pleasure.

Sparks begin to fly. I meet Tanner’s gaze and he holds out his hand, ready to extinguish the flames if they burst free.

They appear on her skin, licking it, turning it pink, and gold, and flushed.

Nova’s back arches. Her body uncoils. She starts to shake, and her core pulses around me. She kisses me but it’s as if she’s trying to hold on to me. As if she’s falling and I’m the only thing stopping her toppling over the edge.

She is so hot she is burning me now. I can hardly touch her. My palms burn.

Her eyes fly open, and she cries so loudly it’s almost as if she’s in pain. But then the flames subside.

They’re gone.

She did it.

She fought the flames back. She took control.

15

LUTHER

I’m showing Sam the stack of paperwork we need to process this morning when a now-familiar sound shakes the room. Another fucking explosion at the barrier.

Bolting up from the desk, flames already dancing across my palms as adrenaline kicks in, I dart for the door.

Sam is close behind me.

He’s the first wolf we’ve had on the force and, as such, has been given permission by the SDB to carry a firearm. The rest of us have spells. Sam has a gun.

I say ‘the rest of us’… right now, it’s just me and him.

With Mack gone, Jake tending bar, and Tanya out of town, there’s only a handful of officers left and most of them are on desk duty after being injured in the big battle.

Even from the edge of town, as we head up Main Street, it’s clear that the shield has been damaged somehow. It’s flickering, unnaturally visible in the early morning light.

“Head for the checkpoint?” Sam asks. “Or assume they’ll fuck off when they’re bored?”