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He wanted to rut.
I braced myself on all fours as he thrust back in. His hand moved to grip the back of my neck. I lifted my head as his fingers entwined to grip the strands of my hair.
“That’s. It.” I urged, my elbows buckling with the strength of his thrusts. “Fuck me.”
He unleashed a growl and thrust harder…faster. The sound rebounded from the walls to slam into me, making my core clench. I rode that dangerous, terrifying edge of euphoria until, with a brutal slam of his hips, I tipped over.
I throbbed and swelled, crying out as he came hard inside me.
My arms gave way, letting me fall to the mattress. I couldn’t think, couldn’t move. Couldn’t do anything but feel the quakes his possession left behind.
His grip on my hair eased, his huge hand heavy as his arm drifted down to encircle my waist. One yank and he wedged my body against his.
“Every kitten needs a beast,” he murmured, his tone thick with exhaustion. “Now you know yours.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Carven
The low hiss of the shower slipped under the door, finding me as I stood in the hallway, listening. I’d stepped out the minute the doctor left, knowing they were both in there. My brother…alone with Wildcat. My jaw flexed, clenching. But it was that nagging voice in my head that wouldn’t leave me alone.
Because you know who he is now.
I shook my head. No. I didn’t. He was my brother who’d just survived almost a goddamn month of being beaten and tortured.
He’s not in his right mind, and you’re scared. You’re so fucking scared, you’re prepared to stand here all night. That’s the truth, isn’t it?
It wasn’t. I was…concerned. That’s all.
Oh yeah? Then tell me, dickhead, why the gun?
I flinched, my breaths deepening as I looked down.
The Sig was in my grip, finger on the slide, muzzle pointed down. An ache flared across my chest. That panicked feeling threatened to return. The one that’d render me helpless. One I’d had before Vivienne came into our lives.
When you were a kid, right?
Being ripped away from your brother.
You knew what they were going to do.
You saw that savagery in him.
That…wounded fucking animal in his eyes when he returned.
You knew…that’s why you’re fucking terrified. Tell me, champ. If he hurts her…what are you going to do?
I shook my head, wincing as that band cinched tighter across my chest. My brother…or the woman I loved. The woman we both loved. If Colt was in his right mind, if he could speak to me, I knew exactly what he’d say.
Whatever it takes, brother. Whatever it fucking takes. You protect her, you fucking bastard. You. Protect. Her.
I could hear his voice in my head. Feel his fucking desperation like it was my own. Because it was, right?
I loved her.
I fucking loved…her.
Fear filled me, turning my attention to the shower as I fought the need to go in there. What the fuck were they doing, anyway? It had to be a goddamn hour…until silence came. Empty fucking silence. Was she hurt? Was she dead? I could see it now. Her neck snapped, her body slumped against the cold tiled floor. Eyes wide, staring at my brother standing over her dead body.
