sorry, Costin.” She placed her hands over his. She needed to touch him, as if somehow she could hold him together the way he’d held her together when she’d first gotten back from Ocean Side. “I’m sorry you went through that hell. I would give up just about anything to undo it.” She knew that he understood that Titus was what she wouldn’t give up. Sally could feel it through their bond.
“Sally mine,” he whispered fiercely and then pressed his lips to hers. He wrapped his arms around her, one holding her lower back tight to him and the other grasping her neck in the dominant hold she’d come to love and crave. His tongue invaded her mouth as though he owned her.
“You’re mine,” he murmured through their bond. “I do own you, just as you own me.”
He knew how much she loved it when he got all possessive, especially when he was loving her. His hand started to move farther south down her back, and Sally chuckled as she pushed it back up. “Our child is present,” she reminded him.
“It’s good for him to see his parents are madly in love.”
“But we should keep it PG.” Sally knew that touch was something his wolf was craving. She’d been out of his sight, going through hell unbeknownst to him, and all he’d been able to do was have Morse code conversations with Sally’s crazy best friend who’d, to Jen’s credit, kept Costin in control. It wasn’t a surprise that Costin or his wolf needed something more than just a hug or kiss.
Costin growled and began backing her up toward the door. There was a wall that created a small alcove between the door and the rest of the room. “Titus, Daddy needs a moment with Mommy,” he called out as he pushed her into the small space.
“Daddy and Mommy sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g,” Titus began to sing.
“Did he just spell a word?” Sally started to step around Costin, wanting to ask their son about it, but Costin caged her in.
“If he did, he can probably do it again in a few minutes.” He lowered his face toward hers. The feral look in his eyes was incredibly enticing, and it was hard not to climb him like a cat in heat.
“You can climb me anytime you want,” he whispered against her lips and then stole her breath as he pressed his lips to hers again. He nipped at her lips and then licked them as if he couldn’t get enough of the way she tasted. The feeling was mutual. Sally rose up on her toes to get closer to him, pressing herself seamlessly against her mate. The low rumble that came from him only spurred her on.
Costin’s hands, which had been roaming and attempting to raise her shirt, suddenly left her body and slammed into the wall on either side of her head. She jumped at the sudden movement and loud sound. He slowed the kiss until finally pulling away. His breath was as ragged as her own. Sally pressed her forehead to his and pressed her hands to his chest. “You okay?”
“We’re in the hands of our enemy and I don’t know how I’m going to protect you and Titus, and I feel as though I’m starved for you. My wolf is raging inside of me, but I have to keep him locked down because if I don’t he’s going to kill anyone who comes through that door, damn the consequences. They will not take you from me again.”
“So, not okay.” She took his face in her hands and ran her thumbs across his cheeks. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
He took several deep breaths but never took his eyes off of her. “Don’t let anything happen to you. I don’t think I could handle it again. And don’t tell me what happened until we are out of here.” There was shame in his voice in that last statement. He felt as though he should be able to handle it and felt guilty for not being able to hear it and comfort her, but his wolf was just too out of control.
“It’s not a weakness to admit that, Costin, nor should you feel any guilt or shame,” she said in a firm voice. “I couldn’t stand it if they took you from me. That doesn’t make me weak. And you’re just trying to keep us safe. You know you can’t do that if you aren’t in control.