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Everything got tighter…
Rougher…
More feral.
His fingers stopped playing with my clit and began to toy with the greedy pucker of my ass. My eyes rolled back in my head, every cell in my body feeling like it would combust with my next climax.
Ah…sweet, merciless, mindfuck, it was his thumbs hooking into me, thick and corkscrewing in and out while his cock kept drilling deeper and harder. I squirmed, tried to tie myself into knots from too much pleasure until his teeth pushed down on the meat of my shoulder, near the curve of my neck. He controlled me like that with just enough pressure to hold me in place without breaking the skin.
“Yes…” I gasped, another climax battering at my self control with the same ferocious intensity of his thumbs and cock.
We looked an odd pair on the outside, Doone so tall and me shorter than most, him all lean muscle and me far rounder than a shifter should be. But, inside, the fit was so right, so—
“Fucking perfect,” he groaned as his teeth released my shoulder and his lips ghosted a kiss along my neck.
The sudden tenderness of his mouth drove me fucking crazy, punched all my pleasure buttons. I shook so hard, my bones rattled. Then he cupped my mound as he drilled more fiercely into me, two of his fingers returning to my clit in swirling, relentless strokes.
My eyes rolled back. A growl and then a long, aching, horny-as-fuck snarl ripped through my throat. Doone’s cock swelled bigger, a knot forming to lock him inside me as he filled me with the first burst of his seed. I pulsed around him as he continued to throb, flooding my depths with the potential of another generation even as Death itself shouldered its gear in Rockford and headed into the night with murderous intent.
CHAPTER30
MALLORY
I woketo the contemplation of two weights. The first was physical, Justine’s head and hand resting on my chest as she quietly slept next to me, her heart beating out a steady rhythm that belied the torture and poisoning she had endured over nearly a week. The second weight was the one that had been lifted at rediscovering her.
For two and a half decades, all I knew, all I understood, was that she had voluntarily left me. Shot at me while she was doing it, too. My only consolation had been knowing that, if Justine Acevedo missed what she was shooting at, it was because she wanted to.
There were other weights to bear, but I wasn’t going to pick any of them up while the curtain on our rocky alcove remained drawn.
The smell of an approaching grizzly bear warned me that the curtain would soon be pulled back. I softly trailed a finger against my mate’s cheek. The lids hiding her emerald green eyes lifted slowly, blinking with a lazy contentment that only a cat can display, then flew open as the strange scents triggered alarms inside her drowsy mind.
Up she bolted, almost hitting her head on the alcove’s roof before I got my hand up there to cushion it.
“That’s Taron you’re scenting,” I reminded her. “Only grizzly we have. Couple of brown bears, but they’ll be in the common area.”
She shook her head, her wary gaze looking at the curtain as if she could see through it.
We had slept in our clothes—while everyone around us seemed to have removed theirs with carnal intent. With nothing not already covered up, I pulled the curtain aside a few inches and angled my head to where I could see Taron with his back against the tunnel’s wall, his gaze studiously fixed on its ceiling as he waited for us to acknowledge him.
“Morning, bear,” I rumbled. “Don’t suppose you brought coffee?”
He smirked before answering. “No, but Clover is popping down to Big Buck’s Coffee and getting everyone a triple tall as we speak.”
“Smart ass,” I growled. “You here for a social visit or what?”
Taron shook his head, his expression sobering. “Here to collect your mate and—”
He held up his hand as my rumble turned to a growl.
“We need perspective on the intel we’re getting from the virus Clover put on their phones. They’re clearly talking in some kind of keyword code.”
Justine slid out of the alcove at the other end of the curtain.
“What words are they using?”
The big bear blushed a little before answering. “They are talking about a party and how many kegs…it’s code, right?”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Each keg is a combat team of twelve shifters broken down into three alphas and three betas per alpha.”
