“I know.” Sylvan nipped Drake’s chin hard enough to make Drake grumble. “You’re my mate and I say you’re fine.”
“If you don’t mind, Alpha,” Drake said, digging her claws into Sylvan’s ass through the denim of her jeans, “I’d like to verify that with some tests. We need the information.”
Sylvan’s eyes narrowed and flared molten gold, but she rubbed her forehead over Drake’s and murmured, “As you wish, Prima.”
Drake slanted her mouth over Sylvan’s and teased her with a quick flick of her tongue inside her lower lip.
“It won’t take long.”
“Good.” Sylvan stepped behind Drake and wrapped her arms around Drake’s middle, resting her chin on the top of Drake’s shoulder.
Running her hands up and down Drake’s belly under her shirt, she glanced over at Sophia, who was studiously not looking at them but was labeling a row of multicolored blood vials. “Go ahead, Sophia. Be quick.”
“We should have the results of these and yesterday’s biopsies in a few hours,” Sophia said as she wrapped a tourniquet around Drake’s upper arm.
“What biopsies?” Sylvan demanded.
Sophia remained silent.
Drake turned her head and gently bit Sylvan’s jaw. “I’ll explain in a few minutes. Let Sophia work.”
Sylvan rumbled and nuzzled Drake’s neck. “All right.” Smiling, Sophia filled the tubes and removed the tourniquet from Drake’s arm. She gathered the vials and stepped well out of Drake and Sylvan’s sphere. “I’ll drive these over to the lab myself.”
“Call me as soon as you get the results?” Drake asked.
“Of course.”
“Lock the door behind you,” Sylvan said, sliding her hand down to the button on Drake’s jeans. She traced her mouth over Drake’s ear and nudged Drake toward the counter with the thrust of her hips against Drake’s ass. “You smell hungry.”
“So do you.” Drake grabbed the counter with both hands as Sylvan cleaved to her back. When Sylvan reached down into her jeans and squeezed, the sweet pressure ramped her toward release. “Maybe you should take care of that.”
“I’m going to.” Sylvan lightly bit Drake’s earlobe.
Drake pushed off her pants and kicked them away, then spread her legs. “In me now.”
Sylvan milked Drake’s clitoris between her fingers, making it jump and swell. Drake groaned and Sylvan rumbled with satisfaction.
“You’re so hard and wet for me.”
“All the time.” Drake covered Sylvan’s hand and directed her fingers where she needed them. “I wanted you when I woke up.”
“I know. You keep me ready to burst.” Sylvan shredded Drake’s T-shirt and sucked the mating mark on her shoulder, letting Drake guide her caresses over her swollen sex. “Good?”
“I’m going to come,” Drake said breathlessly, guiding Sylvan’s fingers lower. “Please, I need to feel you.”
Sylvan eased back a fraction and quickly shed her pants. Naked, she rubbed her clitoris in the cleft of Drake’s ass and buried her fingers in Drake’s core. Drake rolled her hips and Sylvan groaned. “I want to come all over you.”
“Oh yes.” Drake reached behind her and dug her claws into Sylvan’s ass, tensing her muscles around Sylvan. “Your clit’s so hot.
Does that feel good, love? Is that what you need?” Sylvan’s hips bucked and she bared her canines, silver spreading like summer lightning over her belly. “Mine. Say it.”
“Yours.”
“Say it again,” Sylvan panted, one hand around Drake’s throat, the other inside her.
“I love being yours.” Drake turned her head and bit Sylvan’s lip.
Sylvan thrust inside her and Drake clamped down hard on her. “I’m coming for you. Can you feel me coming?” Sylvan pushed deeper between Drake’s legs and Drake jackknifed forward over the bench, flooding Sylvan’s hand. Sylvan’s clitoris stiffened on the cusp of release.
“More,” Sylvan groaned and bit Drake’s shoulder.
Drake’s ass clenched as she emptied violently and Sylvan spent with a roar. Drake’s claws gouged deep trenches across the bench as her mate rode her back in a frenzy of teeth and claws, and still she felt Sylvan’s call. Sylvan needed more. Sylvan needed completion.
Sylvan needed her.
A rush of furious possession arced through her and Drake swept her arm over the counter, shoving file folders and trays of instruments aside. Spinning around, she lifted onto the counter and gripped Sylvan’s hips. Dragging Sylvan between her thighs, she scissored her legs around Sylvan’s waist. Sylvan’s clitoris slotted under hers, sliding between her folds and teasing her entrance. The pressure was so intense, the pleasure so exquisite, she immediately readied again.“Fuck me,” Drake demanded and sank her canines into Sylvan’s chest.Sylvan’s wolf erupted in a fury. Hips thrusting hard and fast, Sylvan gripped the back of Drake’s neck, her claws just breaking skin.
Drake drove her mating bite deeper into the muscle above Sylvan’s breast, forcing Sylvan into the ultimate release.
“Say it,” Drake cried.
“Yours,” Sylvan roared, pouring her essence into the very heart of Drake’s being.
Drake clasped her mate tightly until Sylvan’s last tremor subsided, then soothed the bite she’d made with her tongue. “I love the way you come for me.”
“You didn’t come.” Sylvan rested her head on Drake’s shoulder, her breath coming in shallow pants. “I’m sorry. I needed you so much.” Laughing, Drake played her fingers through Sylvan’s hair. “Oh, I think I can forgive you for losing control, Alpha.” Sylvan kissed Drake’s neck. “Only you could do that to me.” Drake’s heart seized. She had allowed the mate bond, even though she knew she was being selfish. “I love you so much.”
“Then why are you unhappy?” Sylvan leaned back and studied Drake’s face, a frown marring the smooth skin between her golden brows. When Drake looked away, Sylvan gently clasped her chin and forced Drake to meet her gaze. “Tell me.”
Drake smoothed her palms back and forth over Sylvan’s broad, strong chest, then settled her arms loosely around Sylvan’s waist.
“Even if I’m completely healthy, I’m not the right mate for you.” Sylvan snarled, her canines lengthening.
“No,” Drake said gently, rubbing her thumb over Sylvan’s lower lip. “I’m not Pack born. The other Alphas, even some of your own Pack, will not accept a Prima who is not regii.”
“The Timberwolf Pack will accept what I tell them to accept,” Sylvan said darkly.
“Maybe. And maybe some will try to challenge you.”
“Let them.”
“Now is not the time for unrest in the Pack. Not now, when so much depends on your negotiations in Washington.” Drake’s hand shook where it rested on Sylvan’s face. “Not now, when someone is trying to kill you. You need all your allies behind you. You don’t need anything—anyone—to make you vulnerable.” Sylvan’s eyes narrowed. “Who told you this?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s true, isn’t it?”
“Niki,” Sylvan grumbled. “She needs to learn—”
“She loves you.” Drake kissed Sylvan softly. “And you love her. Stop snarling.”
Sylvan gripped Drake’s shoulders and leaned close until all Drake could see were Sylvan’s eyes. “Listen to me, Prima. I am the Alpha of this Pack and I choose who I mate. My wolf chooses you. I choose you.”
“Sylvan,” Drake whispered. “I can’t give you young.”
“You know how we breed? Roger told you?”
“No. Sophia’s parents explained some of it to me yesterday.” Drake shivered, thinking that she had been discussing science while someone had been lying in wait to assassinate Sylvan. “I know a dominant female can breed another receptive female. That the kinins released by the mating bite when you come contain carrier proteins that deliver the mitochondrial DNA-signature to the egg and activate it.”