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Their bodies trembled together in an erotic dance of love and lust. Iris's walls pulsed around him, squeezing him tightly as she came undone.
The world around them faded away as they lost themselves in the moment. Derek's hard length pulsed inside her, his warm seed spurting deep within her womb. Iris's walls clenched and released, milking every last drop from him.
As he emptied himself inside her, he felt her muscles contracting like a vise around him, and her body shuddered in aftershocks of pleasure that rippled through them both. Their breathing was ragged, coming in heavy pants filled with ecstasy. They rocked back and forth together, entwined in an erotic dance of post-orgasmic bliss.
NINETEEN
DEREK
“We know where he is!”
Jost and Mason had entered the pack house with no ceremony, bursting into the living room. Jost was shouting to holy hell, with Mason scowling sideways at him for trampling his thunder.
Derek sat with folded hands, having waited hours for this announcement.
“Are you certain?” Derek asked, sitting at attention.
“Pretty damn sure,” Mason said. “We smelled him ourselves. For the moment, he’s stopped moving.”
There was a time when Derek might have hesitated to kill Cyrus, but not this time.
In the past, Cyrus had been a trusted ally, a leader who Derek looked up to. But the pack had made their decision, and Derek had won the role from him fairly.
Every excursion diminished Derek’s hesitation to kill. He had seen that Cyrus never hesitated. It didn’t matter if he once owned his victims' allegiance.
Cyrus’s men had personally left Derek on death’s door because, just once, he had hesitated to draw blood, failing to purge Cyrus from life.
But no more.
“So now’s our time,” Derek replied.
He rose from his chair, not caring when it crashed backward onto the hardwood floor.
This sent quite a commotion through the house as Iris, who had been upstairs taking a nap, came stomping down, fully alert. This agitated Derek. Iris had lost a lot of sleep over the past couple of days, and he had hoped she might finally recover.
“Is everything okay?” she asked from the stairwell. “I thought we were under attack.”
“Fine,” Derek said. “Everything’s fine. You can keep resting.”
She came down the stairs, holding a tattered copy of an old romance novel.
“Actually, I was reading,” she said before turning her attention toward Mason and Jost, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously, though. Did something happen?”
Derek hated the idea of involving Iris. He wanted her home safe, protecting the weaker pack members, not out in the field where any amount of terrible things could befall her.
But he also hated the idea of lying to her.
“Mason and Jost were just telling me that they’re pretty sure they know where Cyrus is,” Derek said, turning toward the pair with his eyes. “But it may be a long shot, so you might be better off staying behind.”
But Iris made it clear that she wasn’t taking no for an answer as she approached Jost and Mason, getting closer to the door.
“So are we leaving now, then? Because I’ll need to change into my gear.”
Derek shook his head.
“Actually, we thought you should hang back again this time so that no harm befalls the pack …”
“Like hell!” Iris exclaimed, suddenly escalating the conversation. Derek could clearly see the dark circles under her eyes. “There’s no way I’m staying again.”
