Her lips parted and he accepted the invitation, guiding his tongue into her mouth, keeping things slow and sensual. As much as he wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her hard and fast—leaving her marked with his scent and branded by his teeth—it wasn’t the time or place. She needed to be lured from the darkness that held her. He groaned when she placed her hands on his biceps and squeezed, her sharp little nails digging into his skin.
That’s it, baby. Just like that.
Kneading her ass, he rotated slightly, trapping his cock between them. It didn’t take much—a slight lean to the left, a footstep to the right—to position the bulging length firmly against her pussy. Her soft little moan nearly undid him. His wolf howled in victory and tried to take control. Trey prevented it, keeping the animal in its place.
This was how he remembered her—responsive and soft, sweet and sexy.
Hell yes.
“Please.” She gazed into his eyes, words raspy. “Tell me this isn’t a dream. Tell me this is real.”
“It’s real, darlin’.” If he could have taken away all of her pain, he would have. He wanted to do whatever it took to make things right between them. “I’m right here.”
He pushed her to the closest wall. Once there he released her ass, lifted her right leg and hooked it over his hip. He brought his hand to the apex of her thighs, cupping her cunt. What he found sent a sharp spasm from his balls to the head of his cock. Heat radiated from the area he palmed, warming his hand. If it weren’t for the clothing between them she’d have drenched his fingers.
“I’ve waited so long,” she whispered, eyes closed. “I’ve wanted this so bad.”
“Rock against me.” He rubbed his hand over the area, applying pressure. It wasn’t possible to find her clit. Her leathers were too tight, covering her too fucking well. He let her guide him where she needed him to be. Paying attention to her ragged inhalations, he let her thrust against him. She keened when he hit the right spot, snapping her hips. “Damn. That’s good. There you go. That’s my girl.”
As she leaned forward, combing her fingers through the hair at his nape, he knew what she wanted. He turned his head, bearing his neck, inviting her bite. Last time her fangs had ripped a hole in his ass. He hoped this time she’d take more care. Her slick and clever little tongue bathed his flesh, lightly skimming over the area. Then he felt her teeth score his skin. There wasn’t pain. No burning pangs as she sucked. Not this time around.
Holy shit.
It was lust to the millionth power, slamming into them both. Not only did the wolf howl through his head, the damn thing felt as though it were right there with them enjoying the moment. It shouldn’t have been possible, yet somehow it was. His own canines lengthened, his wolf-half wanting to mark her as his for the entire world to see.
No, not yet.
He felt her desire, could smell how wet and ready she was.
He’d give her this. Hell, he fucking owed her this.
His mate came with a lengthy groan, her entire body going taut. Shock tore through him when his sac tightened. He yanked away from her, the tip of his jutting erection aimed at the wall. His cock jerked and he followed her right over the edge. Stroking his length, he bent his head, allowing the release to flow through him. His spine tingled, dick pulsing with each jet of his seed against the cream-colored wallpaper. It wasn’t what he wanted for their first time but he’d take it. So what if he’d lost control like a horny kid? This was what he needed. What he’d ached for.
Next time, he’d do things right.
They were both breathing hard when she pulled her fangs from his throat. She nursed the area she’d bitten, taking her time, lapping at the punctures. A part of him resented his ability to heal. In his dreams her ministrations went on forever. If he’d been human she’d have needed more time to close the wounds. As it was, she stopped after only seconds.
He heard a car door slam and within seconds Nathan burst through the door. Trey turned his head, meeting the Beta’s damning look. “I know you’re pissed but you’re going to have to get over yourself. The sooner we get to safety, the sooner we can find Leigh.”
Nathan heaved the clothing and boots in his hands to the floor. “Then I suggest you put your clothes on.”
Trey almost moved away from Sadie—almost. Then he recalled how he’d trapped her before, using his touch to prevent her from phasing away. The moment she’d broken free, standing several feet away, she’d vanished without a trace. He couldn’t trust her not to run and he wasn’t sure what was going through her head. Even if she had to come to him for blood to survive, he needed her help if he was going to assist Nathan. The Beta wouldn’t let this go. He’d do whatever it took to find Leigh, claim her and keep her by his side. The man’s patience only went so far.
“Take her,” he instructed Nathan, moving Sadie from the wall, hating the confusion that swept over her face. “Don’t let her go.”
“What?” Sadie finally spoke, sounding clearheaded.
Trey forced her into Nathan’s arms. “I mean it.” He guided one of Nathan’s hands to Sadie’s waist and then his other to her throat. “Don’t let go. No matter what she does.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” She struggled, fighting for her freedom. The smell of her anger suffused the air. “How could you? After what just happened between us? You selfish son of a bitch!”
Guilt did come but Trey pushed it aside. “We’re going to Diskant for assistance,” he said as he retrieved the clothing and footwear and started to dress. “He’s got security posted around his compound. Aldon’s not stupid enough to fuck with an Omega. He might be able to get the jump on a shifter but he can’t surprise the only one of us who can change at will.”
“So you’re going to tell the pack?”
Trey stopped buttoning his jeans, peering at Sadie across the distance.
He heard the desperation—the fucking hope—in her voice. Emotions he’d caused by his callous treatment of her. Was he going to tell the pack? Eventually. But he had to be certain he was fully prepared for the aftermath. Some serious shit could very likely go down. Since the Shepherd attacks everyone remained on edge. He didn’t have the balls to look her in the eye and say that, so he bent at the waist and tugged on his boots.
“I have to talk to Diskant first. We’ll have to discuss how we want to handle the issue.”
“The issue. Of course.” There it was again, that god-awful deflation in her tone. He resented the hell out of it, even if he understood. She didn’t trust him, not one bit. And he didn’t blame her. “Well then,” she continued, “I’m sure you understand I have issues with my coven to address. You need to let me go. I have to tell them what’s happened.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, baby, but if the coven really gave a shit Leigh wouldn’t have had to come to us for help.” Nathan quickly tied his boots and stood. “I got the impression she was afraid to.” Able to meet her gaze, steeling himself for the hatred he expected to see from her, he was surprised to see a flicker of remorse in her eyes. “Do you really think they’ll help you or her?” he queried gently. “Do you think they’re more capable of protecting your friend than we are?”