Wolf's Hunger (Mafia Monsters #5) - Atlas Rose Page 0,22

as the marking scar ached on my shoulder. Her marking. She belongs to us…and we belong to her. I speared my cock into her delicious heat, relishing the feel of her muscles tightening before her low, guttural moan of release.

My climax a second later was brutal and unmerciful, tearing something deep from me to spill deep inside her.

She wound her arms around me and held on tight. Her hard breaths blew against my neck. “Never leaving you.” She kissed the marking scar. “Whatever happens,” she lifted her gaze and turned her head until her gaze met mine. “We handle it together, side by side.”

A tremor coursed through my chest at the words. But there was a hardness in her gaze, that savage chaos that reigned. She wasn’t fragile, not like the velvet petals of a flower…no, she was fragile like a bomb.

“Whatever happens,” I repeated, inhaling the mountain air. But even as I said the words, some cold whisper of fate rose inside me, chilling me to the bone.

The heady smell of meat wafted deeper into the cavern. Carina lowered her head, her hair slick and wet against my skin, but her belly rumbled and howled. She was hungry…no, she was starving.

Instinct roared to the surface. The need to protect and provide for this woman was like a fucking locomotive tearing through my veins. My beast sniffed her desire, forcing me to lower her feet to the floor and bend my head to her.

Her scent filled my nose, but still, he wanted more, leaving that possessive rumble to spill through my chest. “You’re hungry,” I stated, my voice low and bestial.

She jerked her gaze to mine, sensing him. A flicker of fear came in her eyes, before it was gone. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

I turned from her, stepped from the icy water, and headed toward the stash of clothes we had here. The piles of towels were tucked away in the cupboard, not as thick or lush as the ones back home, but for now, they’d do.

I grabbed the top one and turned back as she followed me, wrapping her arms around herself, her teeth chattering as the freezing water dripped down her body. “That water is f-fucking f-freezing.”

I wrapped her in the towel and pulled her against me, rubbing her back until she was mostly dry. “Smells like there’s a fire. Come on, let’s get you dry and warm.”

I yanked sweats and a shirt from the pile. They were Arran’s, smaller and warmer than the rest of ours, and held them out as she dropped the towel and lifted her arms. My scent was all over her, even as I slid Arran’s shirt down her outstretched arms and over her head. “We need to protect ourselves out here, you understand that, right?”

My heart thundered when she lifted her head, meeting my gaze as I tugged the garment down. “Harlan will come for us.”

I smoothed the fabric over her hips. “He can fucking try.”

We stilled, staring into each other’s eyes, knowing there was no way out of this…not anymore.

Movement came from the corner of the room. Vitold strode inside, gnawing on a bone. “Church has outdone himself.” He stopped, mouth open, and glanced from Carina to me. “You okay?”

“Fine,” she answered, grabbing the sweatpants from my hand and slipping them on, yanking the tie tight around her waist.

“The perimeter?” I asked him as I watched her.

“Secure,” Vitold answered. “Everything alright?”

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?.” I mirrored her words as my cell vibrated and buzzed on top of the stack of towels.

I strode forward and snatched it, winced at the caller ID, and answered with a cold, “Brother.”

“Everything alright there?” Shrike’s stony tone slipped through the speaker.

I watched Carina as she finished adjusting the clothes and lifted her gaze to mine. How do you know her, Fae? How do you know the woman who’s stealing my heart? Tell me now. “All quiet here.”

“That’s good,” the Unseelie commander replied. “For one of us, at least. The city is under siege, Wolf. The FBI, they’ve infested the clubs and the bars…and they made their way across the river. But that’s not the only thing. There’s word your territory is unprotected and Phantom, word is spreading fast.”

Carina’s brow furrowed.

“Did you hear what I said, Phantom?” the Unseelie growled.

“I heard you,” I answered coldly.

“This damn kid of yours. He…he’s struggling, Wolf. Won’t eat, won’t sleep, won’t goddamn heal. He keeps tearing at the walls and my men. We can’t watch him constantly