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Adam sneered. He fidgeted beneath Savino’s hold but realized if he wanted to get away, he’d need a full on fight with the big man. “You instill such a feeling of trust with that threat.”
“I’m sorry, but it’s necessary. Now that you understand our position, you may leave anytime you wish. Savino, let him go.” The pressure disappeared from Adam’s shoulders, and he flexed. When he stood up, so did every other man in the room. Savino watched him as if poised for attack should Adam threaten Deveron again. “You will see Sakura very soon. The fact is there is an adjustment period for her to gain control of her emotions. We want her to be in a safe and comfortable environment while she learns.”
Adam thought of his feral sex drive. “If anyone touches her—”
“No, she’s your mate. We recognize that.”
Mate. Adam swallowed his questions and nodded. After a few more comments from Deveron and one or two of the others, Savino showed him the exit. Adam walked back to his car, anger pulsing through his system. He felt no satisfaction at how he behaved back there, nor had he any guarantee the foxes would release Sakura when she was ready. He hated being away from her, but instinct said if he couldn’t trust Deveron, he at least knew the foxes meant her no harm. They considered her one of them, a fox. He slid behind the wheel of his vehicle and shoved hands through his hair. Two different species of shifter? He had been worried about whether she would allow him to turn her, but this. With no idea what lay in store for his relationship with Sakura, he started the car and drove back to his hotel. They had better not keep him waiting long.
Chapter Nine
Sakura hated them all, every last one of those damn foxes. The cliché was that foxes were sneaky, and Deveron Montgomery was as sly as the animal any day of the week. He smiled at her, pretending to be agreeable, but all the while, but he was self-serving. They wanted to use her, keep her with them, but even if she were no longer human, she’d be damned if she helped the animals come against her family. With her constant threats to kill anyone who stood in her way, Deveron had at last given the order to let her go. Some weird giant of a man drove her back to her hotel, and all she thought about on the way was finding Roger to kick his ass and finding Adam to demand an explanation.
“Thanks for the ride,” she muttered to the scarred man whose name she had dismissed as fast as whomever had mentioned it to her. He nodded a thick head, pale eyes solemn, and drove away. Sakura walked into her hotel. She hadn’t been there for a few days, but she wasn’t worried because she had paid up through the end of the month.
Deveron had told her before she left he would be in touch. He had given her his cell number, but the man could hold his breath for her call. In the elevator headed up to her room, she began to pace. The shaft stopped on a random floor, and a man stepped in with her. Sakura spared him a glance. The higher the car rose, the more she fidgeted, and she didn’t know why. A longing ache came over her, and she found herself close to a whine. Frowning, she did a mental walkthrough of her state of being. The woman she had stayed with while held by the shifters had taught Sakura to shift completely into a fox. Her assurance had been that doing so would relieve Sakura of a lot of the pent-up energy, which seemed to come with her new makeup. She’d informed the foxes she had no wish to embrace this—beast—but found they were right. The full change helped, and she had regained a bit of sanity. Now she wondered if she needed to do it again and that was why she was almost out of her head in this elevator.
“Are you okay, miss?” the other passenger asked.
To Sakura’s—and the man’s—surprise, she snarled at him. He jumped back, flattening himself against the elevator wall. She spun away, embarrassed and cursed whichever of those cowards had bitten her. Deveron had refused to tell her which one, probably knowing she intended to relieve him of his life.
The moment the doors opened, she dove out of the elevator and then became crystal clear why she’d lost control. Adam’s scent assaulted her nose in a powerful wave. Aching, desperate need tore through her system. Rational thought disappeared. All she knew was an undeniable drive to climb into his arms and demand satisfaction.
Her hands shook as she shoved the key card into the slot. She knew he stood just beyond the door. His scent overwhelmed her senses, and when she banged the door against the wall, having used too much strength, she leaned out to grab it but missed. Instead, she tumbled into his embrace as if he’d been waiting for her. Adam snatched her purse from her hands and threw it on the floor. He gathered her off her feet in a bear hug that threatened to crack a rib. When her feet left the floor, she let her shoes fall off and wrapped her legs around his waist. His mouth descended on hers, and she parted her lips to receive his tongue.
A moan escaped them both at the same time, and the hungry, greedy kisses filled the room. Adam’s hands slid over her ass, and the material of her dress seemed to disintegrate beneath his touch. Material ripped, panties shredded. He was inside her before she knew what happened, pumping deep and hard while they stood by the entrance. Sakura banged a hand on the wall to support herself. Adam gripped her hips, squeezing into her flesh with strong fingers, and drove his massive cock deeper. She cried out his name against his lips. Then a memory hit her. Drunken from his loving, she shoved at his chest and climbed down from his hold.
“Wait, wait.”
“Sakura,” he groaned, and the sound contained agony, but he let her go.
She took a step back, panting, struggling not to mount him again. “You were…” She drew in a deep breath. Her hand rested in the center of his chest, and she took in the sight of him, all solid muscle and perfection with an aroma of raw male sexuality that made her head spin. She licked her lips, staring at him through a slitted gaze and tried to recall what she intended to say.
“…with another woman.”
“Never!”
His sharp denial was followed by his big body pressing her into the wall, a knee between her thighs she found hard not to hump. He thumbed her chin up and crushed her lips in a hungry kiss. When he raised his head, his eyes were darker, much darker than they had ever been. A niggling of something passed over her consciousness, but she couldn’t pin it down.
“You are the only woman I want.” He brushed her hair away from her forehead with a rough hand and kissed her again. When he let her breathe this time, he traced the curve of her jaw, down to her throat, and he let his teeth graze her neck. She stiffened, having no idea if he broke the skin if it would make him like her. She needed to tell him the truth about what she was, but seeing rejection in his eyes was worse than death.
When did he become so important to me?
“Adam.”
His muffled voice vibrated against her neck, and the warm breath tickled. “Let me in, Sakura.”
She spread her legs, and he dipped his knees. His cock slid home inside her pussy as if it belonged there. This time around, her body accepted him, stretched to take every delicious inch, and while it ached a little, she felt sure she could take him all night and be no worse off in the morning.
Sakura fell silent, and Adam drew back. She almost protested, but he did so only to stare at her bare breasts, cupping them with a feverish light in his gaze.
“You ruined my clothes. I’ll have noth
ing to wear.”
“Fine by me. I love you naked.”
She glared at him, but Adam missed it because his attention lay on her breasts, swollen and pushing against his palm. She thought she heard him chuff, but desire must be making her hear things. Adam dropped to his knees and pressed his face to her belly. He stuck his tongue out to taste her flesh, and she moaned. When she looked again, he had slipped lower, his mouth poised before her wet pussy.
