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“Harder!” she ordered.
I obeyed, hoisting and plunging her luscious body over and over until every muscle in her seized, her throat twisting to lock down the traitorous howl seeking to escape. My teeth sank into the meat of her shoulder, controlling her release as the endorphins in my saliva entered her blood stream, sweeping through her lush body, her heart, and finally into her brain as the final shockwave of our mutual release slammed into her.
Bending my knees, I eased out of her tight hole and hot folds, cold morning air slamming my cock back to the reality of our situation. We pulled our pants up, zipped and buttoned them. Not wanting the moment to end like that, I turned Justine until she faced me. She immediately buried her face against my shoulder.
Hoping her gesture wasn’t one of regret, I wrapped my arms around shoulders that suddenly seemed frail and whispered in her ear.
“This isn’t the end,” I said. “I’ll get you out of here safe.”
“No,” she said, the word muffled as she continued to hide her face against my chest. “The only promise I want you to keep is that you’ll protect our daughter. I don’t care about my safety.”
“Well, tough shit,” I whispered, my lips tracing the shape of her ear. “Because I do.”
With that, we moved apart and prepared for the battle that would determine our future.
CHAPTER34
JUSTINE
A sweet acheoccupied the space high up between my thighs. It was a distraction, no doubt, but I felt more alive than I had in a decade. It wasn’t just Mallory making me feel this way. I had a 9mm strapped to my hip and a Heckler & Koch MP7 on a sling across my chest.
Henric had wisely kept me away from guns for most of our marriage. Usually, I was only allowed to carry when we were away from the leap on diplomatic visits to other shifter communities. The only reason I had been able to give Mosa my Hellcat during her escape was because I had stolen it from Henric’s safe the same morning the video appeared in her files.
I had known something was fermenting in his sick mind, mistrusted that the gun hadn’t been tampered with, but had inspected it and the bullets before joining Mosa in the office. I had stuffed the holster in the women’s restroom trash, worried that Henric had put a tracker in it.
The bastard was always too smug when he was planning something. And he had been particularly smug in the week leading up to Mosa’s escape.
I guess he really had been clueless that I, too, had been planning something, but for far longer.
Static crackled in my ear piece. After fretting for a full minute that the phones of the Champaign wolves had gone eerily quiet, Clover reported that leap members were making their way into the meeting hall. I wondered when the she-wolf had last slept. She’d been monitoring communications non-stop and occasionally barking a command ofmore caffeine!to the shifter guarding her.
Not that she was in particular need of a guard. Like Doone, Clover had a talent unheard of in any other shifter. Born a beta, something had transformed within her so that she could absorb and redirect an alpha’s energy. Based on what others had told me, the new power took the childhood maxim ofI’m rubber, you’re glueto new heights.
“We’re at about seventy percent attendance right now,” she updated. “Kitka’s phone is there and I have a voice confirmation on her.”
An ugly joy filled my heart. It was hard to decide which villain in my life I had hated more—my pathetic excuse for a husband or his vicious mistress.
“Mammad’s phone hasn’t left his house,” Clover continued.
My heart stopped, sputtering before it returned to its normal wary beat. I looked at Mallory, just enough light finally starting to cross into the woods for me to read his expression. He shook his head, pointed at the ground.
I understood. We were staying where we were posted.
“Since when do you obey orders?” I asked.
“Since the lives of my mate and my daughter just might depend on me following the plan.”
“So you’re obeying the plan?” I teased in an effort to shed a little of the tension chewing through me. “Not the orders.”
“For now,” he agreed, the surrounding light just enough to make his gaze sparkle dangerously.
“Let’s listen in,” Clover mused.
Different voices—all of them familiar, filtered through the earpiece.
Whispers, every last one.
What’s this about?
