“Are you going to do something with that big boy or just tease me with it?” He loved the husky sound her voice took on when she thought she was being naughty.
“As my woman commands.”
He took a moment to thoroughly kiss her. She was wet, hot, and so ready for him. When he slid inside of her, she let out a sound that something between a moan and a plea. He smiled. Summer was nothing if not demonstrative.
They found their rhythm and Cullen couldn’t believe the perfection of it. Each one seemed to know how to please the other one. For two people who had known each other so little amount of time, they needed no words to communicate their desires.
Cullen felt her breath on his neck as she moved beneath him. He stared into her eyes, never wanting to lose eye contact with her. Summer’s eyes held all the there was in the world and the way she looked at him when he pleasured her was all the brightness he would ever need to fill the dark places in his soul.
He wished he could stop time and live in this moment with Summer forever. Cullen’s strokes became faster, harder and beneath him he could see Summer’s muscles clench in response.
What had he ever done to deserve this kind of happiness?
Cullen would swear he was burning up as their skin rubbed against each other causing even more friction in what was already an electric moment. Summer wrapped her legs around him more tightly and now it was his turn to groan.
He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He plunged in and out of her, loving every second as her tight sheath convulsed around him.
“That’s it, Summer. Come for me.”
He felt her shatter and moments later, he followed her into heaven.
The pounding on the door disturbed his happy reverie and he opened one eye.
“Is that Gabriel?” Summer groaned and rolled over. “Where are my clothes?”
“Top two drawers.” Cullen pointed towards his dresser. “I put your clothes away for you when you passed out last night. You don’t have much. Just a few things Ashlee sent over. We’ll take you shopping when this is all over.”
“I can take myself shopping.” Cullen suppressed the grin that threatened at the tone in her voice. He had to remember that Summer liked to be very independent. She’d left her home when her parents hadn’t supported her dream.
“Alright, then you can take me.” She rewarded him with a grin. Finally finding where his clothes had been thrown, he pulled on his boxer shorts and went to the door.
Gabriel stood on the other side, his brow raised. “Took you long enough.”
“Sorry. I’m an old man. I move slowly.”
Gabriel snorted. “When did you get a sense of humor?”
“Just because you’ve never known him doesn’t mean he didn’t have a sense of humor.” Summer stood in the doorway wearing jeans and a light blue tee-shirt that brought out her eyes. He couldn’t help the tingle on his skin that came every time she stood up for him or most especially when she called him ‘my Cullen,’ which he wasn’t even convinced she knew she did.
“Maybe that’s true.” Gabriel looked down at his feet for a moment. When he looked up, any insecurity Cullen had seen there before was gone. This was the Gabriel who was as hard as steel. “Az wants me to inject the two of you with these locater beacons.”
Gabriel held up a tool that looked something between a needle and laser gun.
“You want me to let you tag me with that thing like I’m a dog or a bird?”
Gabriel nodded. “I know. I objected to it too at first, but after Tristan went missing Az went out of his way to invent something that would allow us to locate our pack members if they vanish. This was the solution. It goes under the skin and that way, if we can’t reach you, we turn on the locater chip, and boom—Az can find where you are.”
Cullen shook his head. “What if I don’t want to be found?”
“You’ll have to take that up with the Alpha.”
“You’re going to find her, Gabriel. She’s in the north. It’s dark and cold. She’s been waiting.” Cullen whirled around to look at Summer. Her eyes were lost and vacant. A vision, and it was just like the one she’d had in her dream. In fact, he suspected she had them all the time and didn’t discuss it with anyone.
Gabriel looked confused. “What?”
“I’ll explain later. Don’t bring it up.” Gabriel nodded although Cullen could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t satisfied with waiting.
“I will take it up with Tristan. I am not letting you inject me with some gadget of Azriel’s making.”
Summer stepped forward, her eyes clear. She was obviously not going to remark on what had just happened. “Okay, I’m not afraid of needles.” Summer gave Cullen a pointed look and Cullen looked down. Was he being overly difficult? If she wasn’t against getting the injection, should he not be?
Gabriel injected Summer and she didn’t even flinch. She turned to Cullen. “I don’t want to be lost.”
“Alright, Gabriel, get me too.” He held out his arm and the roof started to shake. He had a moment to look up and realize what was happening. He spun around to Summer.
The room was filled with a bright red light and four flying demons came through the ceiling raining shards of concrete down as they broke through. A large chunk hit Gabriel in the head and he crumpled to the floor.
“Summer! Don’t let them touch you with the top of their hands, they might have secreted the acid!”
It was the last instruction he gave her before his entire body filled with fire. Oh gods, what were they doing to him? He shifted into his wolf form and his eyes closed. He tried to force them open but they wouldn’t comply.
What’s going on? His wolf was as confused as he was.
Summer? He called out telepathically but she didn’t answer him. Unable to open his eyes, he tried to rely on his scent. He could smell her. She was there with him. He growled out loud ferociously. The demons would not take her, not while he was still alive. A piercing pain lanced through his body from head to two.
What is that?
His wolf sniffed the air. A spell. A bad spell.
What are they spelling us to do? He sniffed the ground in front of him, focused on getting to Summer. She was two feet in front of him but her smell was being blocked by the rank, sour pickle smell of the demons. He gagged from it. Why wasn’t Summer answering? Damn it.
He felt himself lifted off the ground. He fought and struggled for escape. If he couldn’t see, he wouldn’t know when their faces dissolved. He’d have no idea when he could attack. If he got out of this, he was going to spend more time with his eyes closed practicing his skills.
A third jolt of power hit his body and Cullen lost consciousness. His last coherent thought was of Summer and how he’d kill anyone who hurt her.
Chapter Eleven
Summer had no idea how much time had passed but she still had fight in her and no intention of giving up. She struggled violently against the men who restrained her and one of them brutally twisted her leg. Growling, she tried to bite them but they were smart. They wore full body suits of some bite-proof material and had thick rubber gloves. Cullen could probably tear into them but she wasn’t that strong. Not even in her wolf-form which the son-of-a-bitch demons had spelled her into. But, her wolf was silent.
Remembrance of something Ashlee had told about Tristan’s ordeal nudged her brain. She was stuck in her wolf form, unable to shift, with the wolf-half unable to communicate. Her senses hadn’t even improved with the shift. She felt just the same as she did when she was human except she was furry.