Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,20
doorway where I’d last seen Church.
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Phantom
He's coming...he's coming...PHANTOM, HE'S COMING!
I jolted awake, her scream ringing in my ears, and for a second, I was trapped there, in the darkness, staring at the abandoned refrigeration container in the middle of nowhere…with the last memory of my sister.
A bead of sweat ran across my brow and down my temple before falling behind my ear. I lifted my hand and swiped the slick from my skin, my pulse thundering in my ears. Fuck me...this shit never gets any easier. The slow rhythmic sound of breaths filled the cavern room. Steady breaths...Carina's breaths.
It’s not happening.
Not again.
I won't let it.
I’d kill her before I let Finis touch her.
She let out a tiny moan and shifted, turning over to press her ass against my thigh. I turned my head, breathing in the scent of sex and cum, the scents of my pack were all over her. But not mine. I licked my lips and rolled onto my side, still haunted by that unshakable ache of desperation.
Protect her...whatever it takes.
I lightly dragged my fingers along her bare arm and over the sweet curve of her ass.
Memories of last night slipped in. Savage and haunting, a woman consumed by lust and something else. It was that something else that made me still, my fingers stopped at the crest of her ass, that something else that made me uneasy.
Chaos magic. I knew the touch of Unseelie when I felt it, and she was touched…more than just the Fae shards in her chest, more than what that bastard had done to her in the warehouse. I swallowed as uncertainty reared its ugly head. What the fuck happened to you, Carina?
I knew the instant she awoke, knew the change in her breathing and the spike of her pulse. “This is what’s going to happen now,” I whispered, pushing the doubt aside as she opened her eyes. “First, you’re going to ache when you move, then from that ache, you’re going to be invaded by memories of what happened last night. You’re going to want to feel weird about it, but instead of that, I propose something else.”
There was silence, then a husky, “I’m listening.”
The corners of my lips twitched. “I propose we don’t stop,” I suggested, pressing my cock against the crease of her ass and burying my face in her hair. “How about that? We don’t ever stop.”
I slowly thrust forward, pressing my cock between her thighs, rocking my hips as I curled my arm around and cupped her breast.
“I’m a little sore,” she cautioned.
“I’ll make you feel good.” I rubbed her breasts, rolling her nipples between my finger and thumb. “How about that, special agent?”
Memories pushed in, unwanted memories. Gunshots and shattered glass. Her screams…ones that warped and echoed inside my head. I’d heard too many screams lately…far too many.
She moaned with the sensations from her breasts, the sound dragging me back to her, to her heat and desire. I brushed my hand against the Unseelie shards in her chest.
“I’d like that,” she answered. “But I really need a shower. I don’t suppose there’s a hot spring here somewhere? That damn water’s icy.”
The crystal shards hummed and burned under my fingers, stinging as I stilled. “I think I can fix that.” I thrust my cock between her thighs. “It’s a two-birds-one-stone kind of thing.” I pulled away and rolled, pushing myself from the pile of furs until I stood, and lifted my hand to her.
She rolled toward me and smiled, her cheeks reddening as she scooted from the bed and rose. My damn pulse sped at the sight of her, cheeks ruddy, flesh nearly raw. I licked my lips and fought the need to push her back against the furs. I wanted her wet…inside and out…dripping. I led her out of the bedroom to where the icy mountain water spilled down the smooth stone, stopping to grab the soap and some towels.
“I thought you were taking me to where it’s warmer,” she protested, but following.
“Oh, it’ll be warmer,” I promised. “Trust me.”
The splash was icy as I stepped into the spray and turned. She winced, clenched her jaw, and followed me in. “Only ’cause I’m desperate.”
A chuckle rumbled in the back of my throat. I shielded her with my body, pulled her against me, and ran the soap along her arm. “Remember the last time I showered you?”
She lifted her head, those piercing eyes boring into mine. “Wolf, that’s something I’ll never forget.”