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“We’re getting out of here,” I whisper. “Together or not at all.”
He doesn’t say anything in response.
Andthatscares me most of all—because I’m not sure if he agrees.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
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JAVI
I wake up with my knot still nestled inside Peaches, her cunt warm around me, her head tucked against my chest, red curls tickling my neck. I don’t know what time it is or how long we’ve been here, but it’s dark outside, waves breaking on the support beams of the Rig.
I don’t want morning to come. I’m not ready to face the world when I’m so scared of Gideon finding out how much I care about her.
She stirs, maybe at my heightened tension. I forgot that she bit me and that she’ll be able to sense my emotions now. I have to be more careful, more in control than ever before. As she moves, her brow furrows and her inner walls contract around me, sending a surge of desire to my extremities.
I rock my hips toward her and her lips part, her breath hitching in a pleasured gasp. My eyes skate over the bite marks dotted across her skin, dashed pink curves where I sank my teeth into my mate.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, rocking my hips again. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
“Fuck me again,” she asks.
I’m all too happy to fulfill that request.
I splay my fingers over her lower back and slide my hand down to hook her thigh across my ribs, keeping us both on our sides. She whimpers and opens her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Javi…”
“Come for me, mate.”
She comes around my cock, slick dripping down my shaft, covering me in her arousal. I’ve filled her so full at this point that there will be no mistaking it—she’s mine, inside and out, covered in my scent and my mark. I kiss her deeply as she keeps coming, so aroused that another orgasm comes right on the tail end of the first.
Once she’s relaxed again, I’m finally able to slip my cock out of her, my wolf satisfied.
I never thought I’d be this lucky—to have my fated mate riding my cock, waiting and willing in our bed.
Of course…that’s not exactly what’s going on here.
We’re not inour bed; we’re trapped in an evil man’s house, surrounded by his men and required to follow his rules.
And today, as soon as morning breaks, I’ll have to leave her here alone.
Peaches looks me in the eye as she cuddles against me, unable to extract herself from me—not that I would want to. She looks concerned, her lips tilting down and her brows raising.
“Don’t worry,” she says, her fingers grazing over the bite she left on my neck. “We’re connected through the bond.”
“I know.”
“And I know how to hide,” she says. “Your scent is all over me, no one will touch me.”
“I don’t trust this,” I say. “He’s separating us for a reason.”
“He just wants your ear,” she says. “He’s going to try to turn you against me.”
“He won’t be able to,” I reply. I take her chin in my hand, run my thumb over her lower lip and the tiny nip I placed there. “You’re my first and only priority. And if I get my way, he’ll be dead before we leave here.”
Her eyes widen, and I wonder if I’ve misstepped. But she’s not all sweetness—not when it comes to the man who killed her mother and who’s keeping us prisoner, who’s imposed horrible rules on the omegas here.
