Lucian slid his cock through my slickness, teasing but not entering. "I'm sure your uncle would understand. He is, after all, a werewolf."
"Who doesn't normally ring me. My aunt normally does all the social stuff, so this has to be urgent." I hit the ANSWER button, but not the vid-screen option. No matter how open werewolves were about sex, I wasn't inclined to let Rhoan know just what I was up to right now. "Yes?"
"Risa?"
"Yes." Lucian hadn't stopped his seduction, so it came out a little more breathless than it should have.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, just busy. What can I do for you?"
Lucian slid fully inside of me and I bit back a gasp of pleasure. He withdrew, then thrust inside again, and then again, his movements becoming faster, more demanding, with every stroke. Pleasure pulsed through me, thick and heavy.
"We need to you to come down to the Directorate," Rhoan was saying. "We have a major problem."
"And why is your problem suddenly my problem?"
I have no idea how my voice came out so even. Lucian's movements had grown fiercer, his grip on my hips harder, and I responded, pushing back against him, wanting all he could give, as fast as he could give it.
Then my orgasm hit, and I bit my lip against the scream, trying to hear what Rhoan was saying as Lucian surged within me, coming with such intensity it felt like he was spearing through my entire body.
"What?" I somehow said.
Rhoan growled low, then said, "Damn it, Risa, pay attention. Our killer has contacted us again. But this time, he doesn't want to gloat. This time, he's offering a challenge."
"Challenge?" I repeated, too lost in the haze of satisfaction to understand.
"Yes," Rhoan snapped. "He offered the chance to save his next victim."