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I couldn’t wait.

Wrapping my hand around his throat again, I took his mouth, my tongue sliding over his, making him open for me, take me in, until moments later he was clutching at my coat and squirming in my lap, trying to change his leverage to get deeper, unable not to press his erection to my abdomen, needing me closer, wanting more.

The tap on the window made us break the kiss and turn to the two police officers there, the one on the right gave me the international sign to roll it down, which I did.

“Hi,” I rasped, breathing again.

“You two know anything about the charcoal briquette over there? Seeing as that car and this one are registered to the same guy, who we’re guessing is you?”

“Yes.” I swallowed hard. “My fiancé here was nearly killed because someone is after me.”

“Or not,” Sasha told them.

I turned and looked at him. “I’m sorry, do you have another theory?”

“Yes,” he told me, and then smiled at the officers, including them. “I don’t think this has anything to do with him.”

“What? Of course it does, and this is exactly why I didn’t want you anywhere near⁠—”

“When the first car pulled up beside me, I rolled down my window and⁠—”

“You never roll down your window,” I snapped at him.

“Of course you roll down your window. That’s just common courtesy.”

“He’s right,” the officer on the left said, defending Sasha. “You might have something on your roof that you forgot.”

“See?” he said to me.

“Go on with your story,” the cop on the right prodded him gently.

They were both being so nice to him. Policemen were never nice to me. Now, in their defense, I was normally being arrested for something illegal when they came upon me, but still. It was the lure of the omega; they were compelled to get him to smile. What was infuriating was that they had no idea what was happening.

“Well,” Sasha went on, talking to them now, not me, “the man in the passenger side said, ‘Where’ s the diary?’”

“What diary?” Left Cop asked.

“The diary I found yesterday.”

“I see. So this diary might be something to hurt you over.”

“I think so, yes.”

The cop nodded. “You two crazy kids follow us to our station.”

I rolled up the window, and Sasha turned back to me. “I really don’t want to get out of your lap.”

“Well, when we get home, I will put you back in my lap, but you’re not gonna have any clothes on, and you’re gonna ride me very long and very hard.”

His whimper was music to my ears, as was his catch of breath. I was also a big fan of the flush on his cheeks and throat.

“Say ‘yes, my alpha,’” I demanded.

“Yes, my alpha,” he whispered back, and I watched his pupils dilate.

“Gonna be all mine.” And I hoped it would be sooner than later, because beyond how badly I wanted to be in bed with my mate, I needed to mark him. It was gnawing at the inside of my brain, and there was only one way to soothe that need.

We were in a room with a long table, windows on all sides, and blinds that could be closed but were open now, and everyone was there except Gigi. There were the two FBI agents who hated me, Putnam and Woods, along with Avery and Wade, Graeme, Stone—representing me, in case I needed a lawyer—and two other police detectives I didn’t know, plus Avery and Wade’s chief or commander, I wasn’t sure what they called their boss, Seamus Bannerman. There was also the assistant director of Lupine Affairs, Diya Singh, and our representative on the Maion Council, Elizabeth Van Poole. She was sitting next to Graeme, looking a bit annoyed at everyone but Sasha. Of course she wasn’t annoyed with him. He was the one who had bowed when she walked in with Graeme.