“Now, pass me the fucking Scotch.”
13
“They should be here by now.” I looked out the double glass doors of the guest quarters. The quarters, as Elithien had put it, was more than a whole other house, it had its own gym a smaller lap pool, and an open-plan living area. The only dividing walls were the ones to the bedrooms and the massive bathroom. The same design as the main house left long sheer curtains brushing against my face like a caress. I turned from the doors to Vitold as he reclined on a thick, plush sofa. “Something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong, Carina.,” he denied with a shake of his head, pushing up from the gorgeous plum-colored sofa and heading my way.
But there was a flicker in his eyes, one that said he was thinking the same as I was. It was getting close to midnight, more than enough time to have gone back to the cavern, picked up Walker, Church, and Wry, and hauled ass back here.
I knew we shouldn’t have left them. Damn you, Walker, and your savior complex. I wrung my fingers until my knuckles burned.
“Hey.” Vitold reached out, grasped my aching hands, and pulled me close.
My arms went around him instantly, my splayed fingers sliding up the corded muscles of his back. Wolf. Even under the delicious scent of expensive soap, he still had that delicious, unmistakable scent of danger.
His hand slid around the nape of my neck and even though that low throbbing heartbeat of panic still thrummed inside me, I was filled with the image of him kneeling at my feet.
That’s it. Cum on my fingers, Carina. I shivered with the memory of those words.
“You cold, beautiful?” he asked, that thick Russian accent turning husky.
“I’m worried,” I answered with a sigh. “Just worried.”
“You worry too much.” He brushed my temple with his thumb and pressed in, circling in slow, languid movements as he lifted his other hand to follow suit. “So tense.” His dark eyes sparkled. “I could help with that?”
I swallowed hard, my body humming with tension. I was wound tight, like an overwound spring.
“You want me to take care of you?” he murmured, that accent getting thicker by each breathless second. “Steal your thoughts, make you moan and writhe, make you pant with need.”
I pressed harder against him. His accent wasn’t the only thing getting thicker.
I moved my hand, sliding it along the inside of his thigh until I cupped that hardening length. “If they come…”
“They won’t.” He leaned down, his lips heading for mine. “Not until we’re done. I’ll make you cum fast, I promise.”
Sweet Jesus. Heat flared between my thighs. “If something was wrong, we’d know about it by now, wouldn’t we?”
“Mhmm.” He dropped his hands from my temples to my breasts and kneaded them. “Flat, the Vampire’s lover called them. I say they’re perfect.” He lifted the hemline of my shirt, the backs of his scarred knuckles grazed my stomach. I trembled under his touch, lifting my gaze to his.
“You want the Alpha, you crave the second. Arran is comforting for you. But you will come to ache for me, as well,” he promised, lifting my shirt over my head.
“I do ache for you,” I protested, and lifted my arms, letting the shirt slide free. “My protector. You saved me that day in the morgue, came to my rescue.”
He flashed me a wicked smile when I said ‘my protector’ and a possessive rumble echoed in the back of his throat. The sound sent a charge of excitement through me. I’d never get used to that sound…never be unaffected.
“I did,” he lowered his head, murmuring against my lips. “I wanted to kill him for touching you like that, wanted to puncture his gut with my claws and watch him to bleed out while I took care of you. I wanted to take care of you, Carina, To kiss these perfect lips, and taste this perfect pussy.” He brushed his hand between my legs, making me shiver. “Fuck, I love the taste of your cum sliding down my throat. I could spend all day showing you what a Wolf’s tongue is made for…”
I couldn’t bite back the whimper. Instead I rocked against his hand. I knew now he’d always protect me…even from the danger I didn’t see coming. My own personal bodyguard in the shadows. My own brutal hunter.
“That’s the way, my special agent.” His voice grew husky. “Ride my hand.”
Soft footsteps rang out, coming closer. My pulse sped as I turned, watching