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“No. My mother died a long time ago, and I never knew my father.”
“Then I’m sorry, too. Don’t you have any brothers or sisters?”
“Not of the blood kind. But my family is here, in this town. And there are other men I call my brothers. They’re not from the town, but I consider them kin.”
“That’s nice. Many say blood is thicker than water, but I know that’s not always the case.”
“Not in my case for sure,” I replied. “But you have your uncle. Are you close?”
“Somewhat, yeah. He’s never really seen me as a kid, more of an asset, in a way. But I know he loves me. And he did me a favor when he took me in to keep me out of the system. I’ll always be grateful to him for that.”
The wistfulness in her voice made the guilt in me simmer.Maybe she isn’t a money-hungry bitch?The wolf inside growled at me for calling her that, but I ignored it. Self-preservation came first, and until I learned of Savannah’s intentions, I wouldn’t lose myself to her wiles like my damn wolf already had.
We reached the brook, and the expression on Savannah’s face at the view had something unfurling inside. I’d told the truth about the stream being something meaningful to me. It was there where I’d decided the location was perfect for my plans; where I’d first looked upon the land and felt it as my own. I’d called it Warren after my birth name as a way of remembering who I once was before I’d needed to change my identity to keep Gideon at bay.
“This is beautiful.” Savannah smiled, her eyes drinking in the view of the rich evergreens set before the snow-topped mountains of the landscape. She’d pick up on that through her artist’s eye.
She grinned, turning and seeing into a part of my soul. “Now I know why you keep this place off the map. The connection here to the beginning of all this, all of us, who we are. It’s raw, exposed, but not in a vulnerable way. It knows its place.”
“As do I,” I said, frustrated by how she made me stagger off-balance, off-kilter. How dare she? How fucking dare she come here, on the land I’d carved out for myself and my people, threatening every acre with her actions. “Savannah,” I growled, wanting to shake her and chuck her out of the creek. My hand shot out and caught her arm, and my world spiraled. I tugged her to me, wrapping my arm around her, keeping her locked against my chest. I wanted to punish her, to hear her scream, but then I caught those eyes of hers that told a million stories, spoke of a thousand hurts, and I drowned.
“Savannah,” I whispered, hooking a finger beneath her chin.
She swallowed hard, inviting me in, and I dove, crashing my mouth against hers so hard and fucking wanting. Call me a bastard, but I had to have her; to taste. My tongue probed deeper, wild, searching for a promise of more. She gave it, her arms wrapping around my neck as her body pressed against mine.
With the sweep of my legs against hers, I caught her in my arms and lowered her to the ground.
I laid her against the grass and continued to delve, to devour, because I was fucking hungry for her. I took all I could, wanting more, craving it as my wolf drove me to rut and take everything.
My fingertips skimmed her neck, her arms. Desire, a treacherous yearning, pulled and pushed, swirling to a point where I only wanted her.Neededher.
Savannah’s hands dropped to the front of my shirt, and she crushed it in her hands, holding onto me. My hand lowered, flicking open the buttons on her jeans. The heat of her skin soothed, but I wanted more; my fingers eager to touch the core of the burn. I slid my hands beneath the material and foraged beneath her panties, eager to find her entrance.
“Savannah,” I whispered again against her mouth, kissing her, touching her, my fingers wet with her desire as I slipped them in and out, testing her center. She whimpered. I licked and suckled her lower lip, plumping it, making it mine, all the while rubbing and flicking her clit.
She raised her pelvis in demand, and I slid two fingers inside her, deep, grazing the sides. In and out. In and out. She moaned. I licked her neck, nipped a little, finger fucking her as she moaned my name, riding it hard while holding onto my shirt.
I was going to fuck her. I had to fuck her. I wanted to feel that tight, wet pussy around my cock, milking me dry as I moaned her name.
But suddenly she stopped moving and shoved against my chest.
“Donovan.” A tear escaped her. “Donovan, stop.”
I frowned, realizing she meant it. At the sight of her tears, I reluctantly withdrew my hand.
“I can’t do this,” she whispered.
Of course she fucking couldn’t. She wasn’t here for me. She was here to sell me down the river and I’d called her bluff.
I retreated. She shakily got to her feet, scrambling to fasten the buttons on her jeans.
“I’ll walk you back,” I said through gritted teeth, the blend of the lust holding like a vice onto my cock, and her betrayal stabbing at my heart, an evil cocktail.
“No!” she blurted, taking a few steps back. “I mean, I’ll be fine. Thanks for today,” she mumbled, spinning on her heel, and racing off along the brook.
“Goddamn it!” I slammed my fist into the ground, my feelings yanking at me like a goddamn survival cord. All the while I drowned in the sensation of her.
Her scent. The wetness of her pussy from my touch. The way she’d grabbed onto my shirt, silently pleading for more as she raised her hips for me. Then nothing. Only emptiness and deceit.
This wasn’t a simple game any longer. We were playing with fire.
The only problem was, who would be the first to put it out before we both combusted into nothing but ash?
