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“Fuck, Ross.”
He rolls his hips against mine and I can feel how aroused he is. Good. Because he’s been acting disappointingly unaffected by my heat since he got free, while I’ve been pulling my hair out. I know rationally that there are things that need to be done before we can have some peace, but my body doesn’t care. My wolf wants her mate now. Needs him. She’s waited long enough.
“Nathan?” I’m vaguely aware that I had asked him a question he hasn’t answered, but I can’t remember what it was. Nathan’s hands skim along the sensitive skin of my waist, and I wiggle at the ticklish sensation.
“He’s fine. Kim knocked him out and handcuffed him in your room. Ethan says it’s only his pride that’s hurt.”
Pounding on the door and two male voices outside alert us to the return of Ethan and Ross.
“I hope you’re decent because I’m coming in,” Ethan warns, using his card to open the door and push inside. He turns and puts out a hand, preventing Ross from entering.
“I should check on -” Pressing my hands against Nathan’s chest, I try to get past him to check on Ross. He’s my friend. I want to make sure he’s not really hurt.
“You are not leaving this suite and he is not coming in.”
Nathan’s dark eyes burn into mine as he refuses to let me out from where I’m trapped against him. Without looking away, he calls over his shoulder.
“Ethan, Kim’s not dead. Take her to the local pack hospital. Get them to watch over her and re-set that arm. Call Alpha Steel. He’ll want to know.”
His eyes never leave mine as Ethan strides into the room, scoops Kim up, and walks back out without looking in our direction even once, giving us as much privacy as he can under the circumstances. We’ve met in the most horrific of circumstances, but I can already see why Nathan loves him so much.
“You kids have fun,” he says, waving goodbye over his head before slamming the door behind him.
Maybe I should be concerned about how Ethan’s going to explain carrying an unconscious woman out of the hotel in his arms. Or whether this suite is technically a crime scene now and we should leave to preserve evidence. Are the police on their way after that gunshot?
But all I care about are the muscly arms pinning me in place, and the blazing brown eyes staring at me with desperate hunger.
“Nathan-”
I don’t get to finish what I’m saying because the next thing I know, Nathan’s lifting me by my thighs, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, marching us purposefully back to his room.
“No. Just no. Enough talking. Enough waiting.”
His voice is steady and confident, and his certainty and possessiveness do something funny to my insides, but when I look at him, his expression makes my insides twist. He looks tortured and his eyes are searching mine, begging for permission to put us both out of our misery.
“Please, Nathan. Please. I can’t take it any longer, mate.”
I can blame my heat later for making me cave in and plead for him to take me. At this moment, though, with my pussy aching and every inch of my skin begging for his cooling caresses, I’m perfectly happy to lose. He freezes when he hears me call him my mate, and a slow, satisfied smile creeps across his lips at my acceptance of what he’s known all along.
“Thank fuck.” With a loud growl, he drops to his knees at the edge of the mattress and lowers us both down to the cool sheets. “I’ve got you, baby.”
I nod emphatically because I believe him. No matter what happens, I trust him to take care of me and look after me. He’s my mate. As I lie back against the pillows, squirming and writhing with need, I fight the urge to grab him and throw him to the floor, taking what I want. Nathan has been so patient, giving me time and space to adapt to the idea of having a mate, and now I realise how hard that’s been for him.
Curling his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, he takes his time dragging them down over my heated skin. He watches intently as his hands spread across my stomach. He drags them up underneath his t-shirt, pushing my sports bra up and over my head along with the thin cloth. I’m completely naked, sprawled on top of the white sheets, my arousal filling the room is even more potent than before. Tipping my legs to the side, I draw them up higher, embarrassed about the wetness leaking from between my legs and onto my thighs.
“You’re going to be mine?” Nathan asks, refusing to take his eyes off me as he grabs my ankles in one hand and straightens my legs, twisting me onto my side. Placing one palm flat on the mattress to steady myself, I nod enthusiastically.
“Yes. Yours, Nathan.”
He growls, low and delicious, and the vibrations shoot straight to my pussy, which clenches despite having nothing to clamp around. Frustrated and empty, I whimper, needing to be filled and pleased. Quickly, Nathan stands and strips. My mouth waters with every extra bit of tanned skin he exposes to my greedy eyes. His broad chest, with defined abs and a smattering of dark hair. His biceps flex as he removes his belt. Those tight boxers, pushing down over his firm thighs as he kicks off his jeans and stands before me, glorious in his absolute perfection.
Silently, he prowls forward and covers me, one hand on either side of my arms, and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder.
“I need a shower,” I mutter, trying to break the unbearable weight of this moment. We both know what’s about to happen. I want it and I’m nervous at the same time.
“No. I want to taste every inch of you,” he disagrees with surprising vehemence.
Gently, he takes one knee and pushes it up toward my chest, exposing my most intimate parts to his view, and pins me in place. He dips lower, kissing the back of my shoulder and my neck as he lowers down, notching himself at my entrance. I’m still lying on my side as he reaches out and trails a fingertip around my nipples, sending ripples of electricity dancing across my skin. Nathan rocks forward, ever so slightly, and the head of his cock presses into me.
