Page 32 of Ava: Part Three

He started running towards the weakest link of the patrols, a spot in a restricted area where they had the guest houses. But as he had known, the guards were still there. They wouldn’t swap over for a few more hours.

He looked down at the woman beside him just as another wave of her desire rocked her body. And it went through him the same.

Shit.

He had only one thought as he pulled her out of the woods too close to the guards for his liking, but he was beyond thinking straight. All he wanted to do now was ease his mate. Plant his seed.

The first house he got to was empty and smelled like somebody had cleaned it recently. He didn’t even wait for the door to close before he picked Ava up and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Chapter 18

Thesunstreamingthroughthe window woke Zeke up. It was blinding, but he didn’t have the strength to move.

It had been sucked from his body. No, wrenched from his body. He felt about as useless as a newborn pup. He had not known it could be like this.

He’d known mated couples to hole down for a couple of days when the woman went into heat, but they always came back out okay. But he felt like somebody would have to peel them off the floor and carry them out of there. He was completely spent. It had to be because they were true mates. Everything was stronger. More extreme. He had been loved within an inch of his life, and it was fucking amazing.

A small smile played on his lips as he closed his eyes against the sun.

The moan that came from beside him had his body reacting. Okay, maybe he wasn’t completely spent. He turned his head to face Ava because she was the only one who could command his body to move when he had nothing left in the tank. The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. But it would still do the job if she needed him to.

Ava was dishevelled, sweaty and filthy, but she was still the most stunning girl in the world. She reached over and put her hand on his chest, and he could feel from the weak tremors in her body that it was an invitation.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He gathered the little strength left in his body and rolled over her to capture her lips.

“I’ve told you to stop apologising,” he whispered, kissing her again.

It was bad luck. He hadn’t accounted for Ava’s heat because she hadn’t found her wolf yet. And now he had no idea how long they’d been stuck in the house and if the witch potions were still masking them.

But judging from what he could sense outside, probably not.

He put most of his weight on his elbows, and his body trembled with the strain. But he was lost in his mate moments later, all his aches and tiredness forgotten as he gave them what they both needed. And when she was satisfied, he rolled onto his back and took her with him so she could recover on his chest.

He played with her hair as he thought of what would happen the moment somebody finally got the balls to come into the house to separate him from Ava.

“We’re going to have to fight,” he whispered.

“Is it too late to...”

They had made enough noise that he was sure it didn’t matter what she said now. The guards had probably been listening in from the very beginning. He looked around the room at the furniture they had somehow broken and the things they had knocked to the floor.

“Yes. Way too late.”

“I guess we’re going to fight then,” Ava said.

Just like that. No fear. Unless her head was still scrambled like his was. He was content to lie there and forget what was outside for a while.

Ava drifted off to sleep, but he resisted the urge. He didn’t have that luxury when he could sense how many of them had surrounded the house.

But it was hours later when they started to approach. Could they sense that Ava’s needs no longer imprisoned his beast? He shook his mate awake, but he could feel how tired she still was.

“We need to get dressed.”

Ava could barely stand, and she had marks all over her body. But her scent was still the same as when he had gone to pick her up. Not a trace of human anywhere. Which probably meant they were closer to a breakthrough. The wolf that had attacked him in the forest was about to make her appearance.

And it would be a bloody massacre.

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