Bee's Enraged Beast - Lacey Thorn Page 0,29

locked it as we stepped inside.

“No. Never. I…” She shook her head. “It caught me completely by surprise. It felt as if you were looking through my eyes, speaking through me.”

“I was. It, uh, it was unnerving. Left me disoriented for a minute.” I cupped her face. “It was also one of the most amazing moments of my life. To have that kind of connection with someone. Not just someone. My mate. My other half. There’s nothing like it. I hope we’re able to do it again, though I’d prefer it never be in a situation like that.”

“Me, either,” she admitted with a grin. “And I wanted to thank you for making my brother so comfortable today.”

“He was afraid of losing you,” I whispered, cupping her face and lifting it to mine. “It’s a fear I understand.”

“You’re not going to lose me. You didn’t have to agree to stay here, but you did. For me. Do you need to go back to your pack and let your alpha know?”

“I don’t have a pack or an alpha. It’s just me.”

“And Cici and your mom and her mate,” Belinda replied.

I nodded. “We’ll visit them as often as you’d like, but I don’t think they’ll decide to move here. My mother and Cain will stick close to Cici.”

Belinda gave me a look.

“What?”

“Bastion’s right. Your sister followed you here. Why wouldn’t she stay if she knows she’s welcome?”

I shook my head, giving a chuckle. “Trust me when I say there’s no understanding Cici. She’s always doing what I least expect.”

Belinda laughed. “She sounds like a fun person to be around.”

“No,” I muttered. “When you meet, you won’t let her talk you into any of her crazy schemes.”

“I’ll do my best to hold out against her.” She smiled. “Of course, that’s assuming she even likes me.”

Her words trailed off as she looked at my face. I could only imagine what she saw in my gaze. “Baby, Cici’s going to love you. As will my mom and Cain. Promise.”

“You can’t know that for sure,” she countered.

“They’ll love you because I do. My mother… She’ll adore you. One look at how happy I am with you, and you’ll be her favorite person.”

I saw the hope in her eyes and realized how hungry for acceptance my mate was. It made me want to beat every wolf who’d ever made her feel otherwise.

“Did you get a hold of Cici earlier?” she asked, distracting me from my plotting.

“Texted. She’ll call me when she gets home.”

I’d called and left a message for her when I’d left Belinda alone with her brother. Cici hadn’t called me back yet. She’d sent a text saying she was driving and would talk to me later. After a few more texts, where she assured me she wasn’t currently driving but stopping for gas and road snacks, she’d said she was sore, tired, but physically fine. She hadn’t said anything about the James Pack, and for some reason, I hadn’t thought to tell her Simon was following her. I’d have to remember to share that information when she finally called.

I’d already decided I’d check on her when I stopped by mom’s on the way back from delivering Makers and his cronies. I wanted Cici to see Belinda now that she wasn’t beaten all to hell and chained at the ankle. Just the memory of my mate like that made me want to go to where the James Pack was holding Makers and Hutch. It should satisfy me that Makers arm wasn’t healing. Instead, it hung loosely at his side. He’d raged and threatened. Bastion had threatened to open his cell and let me or Taylor in to finish him off. Makers had paled when we’d told him where he was going in the morning and the justice that would be served. I knew Bastion was sending Taylor as he needed to watch Makers die as much as I did.

“Hey.” Belinda slid her body against mine. “What are you thinking of?”

“You.”

I reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her higher so I could kiss her like I wanted. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I moved until she was caught between the wall and me. She ground her sex against my erection as I ate at her mouth. God, I could drown in this woman. Every inch of her. Right now, we had far too many layers of clothing between us.

I braced her weight on my hips and used my hands to jerk her shirt over