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"I don't appreciate your tone."
"I'm just saying...she may be doe-eyed and seem innocent, and yeah, she smells amazing...but she's not necessarily innocent in all this."
I scowl and open my mouth to reply, but then I hear a cry from upstairs. Kai is already getting to work doing what he came here to do--to save her life, then satisfy her--and I wish I was up there with them.
"So what do you intend to do now?" I ask. "We're stuck here until the storm is over, and then I'll need to radio for help. I can't exactly let you loose."
"I swear I'm not going to hurt her," he says. "And as far as I'm concerned, our lives are all bound up with each other's at this point. We're not getting out of this cabin--and this storm--without working together."
I glance over his shoulder toward the window, where the blizzard is raging outside. He's right; I can't do anything without killing him, seeing as tying him up didn't work out for the last guys. And Porter is tough. I watched him fight.
Even if Kai was down here, we wouldn't stand a chance against him.
He's a bonafide Enclave agent and, at my core, I'm just a groundskeeper.
"Okay," I say. "But I'm going to be keeping an eye on you."
"You really don't have to," he says. "I can tell you're on the brink...and I think there's somewhere else you want to be."
Another pleasured cry comes from upstairs, the floorboards creaking rhythmically. My rut surges to the forefront, reminding me that there is, in fact, somewhere else I'm supposed to be.
This man...he killed to help us.
And with me and Kai in rut, protecting Emma...
"Can you get a fire started?" I ask, my voice rough. "Just in case the power goes out."
Porter laughs low in his throat, and I'm certain he's feeling the effects of Emma's heat almost as much as I am. "Sure," he says, his blue eyes darting up the stairs. "Have fun."
I scoff at him, letting out an annoyed breath, but I head upstairs anyway as Porter walks to the fireplace. I take in the sight of Evergreen Lodge as I go, admiring the craftsmanship of the place, the attention to detail. The lodge was designed for one purpose only: for a pack to spend days or weeks in bed, breeding their omega.
And now we're here...alone with the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
The master bedroom is off to the right, down a hallway that looks down into the living room across a lumber railing. I can see Porter downstairs in the well-appointed den, putting some logs on the fire and getting it ready. He looks up at me like he knows I'm watching and winks.
I scowl.
The bedroom door is shut--and locked--but I have a set of master keys on my belt, and I pull them free to unlock the door. I can't help the rush of breath that comes out of me when I walk in, the sight before me incredibly erotic. A surge of jealousy courses through me, but it's quickly replaced by desire.
Emma and Kai are entangled on top of the blankets, a fluffy grey throw blanket cushioning them. She's on her side with Kai behind her, joined between her legs. He's already knotted her, his lips to her throat, and he raises his head to look at me with a lazy smile as I come in.
I shut and lock the door behind me.
"Did you take care of our friend downstairs?" he asks.
I nod. "And I see you took care of her up here."
Emma bites her lip and curls her fingers, gasping as Kai shifts behind her. "Yeah...he took care of me."
"But she's not done, is she?" he says--partially to me and partially to her--as he drags his nose up her neck. His arm is looped around her waist, his fingers plucking at her nipples. She smells fucking incredible, like a holiday feast ready to be devoured. "No...her heat's not nearly over yet."
"Callum," she purrs. "I need you."
I can barely see through the haze of desire as I start to unbutton my shirt, shrugging it off my shoulders and abandoning it on the floor. Emma raises her head slightly to watch, biting her lip as her eyes drag down my body.
"God, yes," she whispers. "Oh..."
Kai is moving his hips, fucking her as I take off my clothes. Her lips part and she starts to moan, and it takes everything in me not to shred off my pants and jump on top of her like an animal.
