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She froze and he cradled her jaws. He cupped her face tenderly as he tilted her lips to his. “Love me, Suzette. Fuck me. Rock my world. Whatever you want to do to me, do it and know. You belong to me. I’ll take care of you.”
“I don’t—” She stalled. She wouldn’t say it. She couldn’t. For months now, she’d raised her children all alone.
Bart hadn’t been there for her. He hadn’t come to visit the children. He hadn’t sent child support. He’d more or less just lain down and died after the extortionist attack. Very often he’d told her how much he wished he’d died that day. Perhaps her children would’ve been better off if they’d believed as much.
Instead, they believed their father had abandoned them.
“My children…”
“This isn’t about your children,” Marcus told her. “This is about a man pleasuring the woman he only wants as his mate.”
Her breasts were tender then. Her legs were weak. Her need was over the top and yet she couldn’t do anything more than utter a very weak, “No. Not now. I can’t.”
“You can do whatever you want, Suzette. We’re both consenting adults here.”
Her hand was on his cock then and he mashed his size against her palm. A whimper escaped her lips. He was right of course. She could. She desperately wanted him and they were consenting adults, but if she let him “mate” with her, what then? How would her life change?
There were too many questions, too much to consider. And not enough time.
“But I belong to them, too.” She whimpered as his mouth trailed up and down the length of her neck.
And maybe she could’ve turned him away, perhaps she could’ve denied him, or maybe she would’ve fucked him like crazy right there against the break room wall. Instead, before she had the opportunity to make her own decisions, Blaez’s voice ricocheted with an alarming caution. “He’s here!”
“Damn it to hell.” Marcus immediately shielded her body. His head snapped back and his eyes bulged with pure male fury.
Suzette was frightened. The wolf had shown her a glimpse of his face. A piercing noise louder than any funnel of wind careened in the room, rocking the building with a staggering airstream and leaving them on wobbling limbs as they tried to take cover and avoid the whirlwind of unfathomable debris.
* * * *
“Get her out of here!” Marcus screamed above the whistling racket as Blaez and Kurt sprinted down the hall.
Suzette shuddered against Marcus, willing him to protect her, praying he wouldn’t let her go. Surely he wouldn’t abandon her now in her time of need. “What’s happening?”
“Hang on, pretty lady.” Marcus tried to offer her a reassuring smile, but she wasn’t buying into heroics at the moment. Another grueling minute passed and the ear-piercing whistles filled the room. Mass confusion wrapped around them like a cocoon of madness, drawing them into the core of bewildering and quite dangerous paranormal activity.
“Hang on!” Marcus stumbled toward the others. Unsteady on his feet, he kept her at his side until he approached Blaez and Kurt.
There wasn’t any solace found in the steps of his chosen direction. He was marching straight
into the heart of danger, into the very pulse of what would soon become the next extortionist’s killing grounds.
“Blaez! Take Suzette!” Kurt’s voice echoed over the noise.
A moment later, Marcus thrust her into Blaez’s arms as chairs and furniture tilted over, slamming against the floor. The turbulent conditions became disruptive and dangerous as office equipment swirled around their heads. A copier rammed against the front door but never successfully crashed against it with enough power to trigger an opening.
Seconds passed and the demolition continued. Blaez pushed through the rubble, yelling at Kurt and the others as he stomped over the wreckage, the ruins remaining after one hell of a supernatural tantrum.
The howling creature entered the room and magical pastel colors flashed before her eyes. The transparent beast glided over them as if he were unaware of the papers strewn across the room, the shards of glass and bits of metal. A howling racket commenced and they were propelled into motion by hurricane-like winds.
“Fuck no!” Kurt’s voice was agonized as he seemingly reached out to them with an extension of himself.
There were too many illusions, too many confusing entities surrounding them. Simple objects like pencils and staplers were seemingly forty times their normal size. Another beast—a werewolf maybe—curled its body around the interior walls in an effort to push its weight against the translucent creature undulating around them.
Blaez sheltered her body with his and held her head against his chest. Like a workhorse, he plowed forward, shoving his way through the main part of the station and using his shoulders to shrug away unhinged doors and cubical divider walls leading to what had become a very narrow hallway.
“Randon! Blaine! Break out some windows!”
“Not possible!” Bart yelled. “Somebody save her…my children’s…mother!”
