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Once he's all the way in, he starts moving, and I swear, I see stars. It feels so good, and I'm trying to breathe through my nose to keep Banks in my mouth. I suck him harder the higher I feel myself climbing. I glance up at him through my lashes to find his eyes flicking from where we're joined to where Keaton is now pounding into me. We lock eyes, and that is my complete undoing. I tighten my fist around the base of his cock, feeling his knot starting to swell as I take him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging from the sensation, but loving it all at once. My body clenches down on Keaton. I can feel it pulsing around him as his hips stop thrusting and his cock starts twitching inside of me.

I squeeze even tighter around Bank's knot right beforehe starts squirting hot liquid into the back of my throat with a groan. I drink it all down greedily before letting him go with a pop.

"You are so damn perfect," he says, reaching down to pull me on top of him. Keaton crashes beside us out of breath, throwing an arm across my back.

Between the long emotional weekend, the wine, and the soft rumble of his purr that starts up, I fall right to sleep where we lay.

Chapter Ten

SAINT

Sometimes, I truly despise my job. I like being the one to put these sick assholes behind bars, but I don't like why I have to in the first place. Standing at yet another death scene, listening to the officers tell me the evidence they've collected so far, there's no doubt in my mind that this is the same killer. Crimes of passion, I could almost,almostunderstand. This sick premeditated, trophy, methodical killing, I just don't get. I also don't agree with these psychos getting second chances at life after taking so many of them.

The officer in front of me is showing me a photo of the latest victim, identified by the missing person report filed by her parents two days ago. I clench my teeth and try not to think about what he could've done to her in the time that he's had her. Then another feeling hits my gut. I tried to tell myself that all the girls before this one were a coincidence, but there's no denying it this time. This victim could honestly be some relative of Darci. Same reddish-0brown hair. Same blue eyes. Even the shape of her face is the same. This one has a short bob cut instead of the waves that Darci has, but there's no doubt the similarity.

"Send that to me," I tell the officer. "As well as a copy of all of the evidence you've collected here today."

"Yessir," he says.

I'll have to wait on some of it to come back, but I know what it'll all say. The same thing it's told me on all of the other victims. Absolutely nothing. I take a deep breath through my nose and exhale. Anger boils down in my gut, and I know that I'll be running an extra couple of miles tonight to work off the steam. The only thing saving me from going to check on Darci this morning is knowing that she's tucked safely between two of my packmates like she has been all night. I don't want her to feel like I'm trying to control her life, but I can't help but wonder ifI can talk her into staying with us until this is all over. Until I can catch this psycho and get him off the streets. Either way, I'm going to have to tell her why.

I'm surprised with how fast her brain works that she hasn't picked up on it already. I've been listening to her podcast for a long time. Even went back and listened to all of her old episodes. She's consistent with the information that she puts out there. It's all facts and no opinions. It's clear that she does the research beforehand. And more so, her compassion for the victims drew me in faster than anything. I'm sure she gets paid for them, but it doesn't seem like she's in it for the money. When I'd done my own digging, I found out that she was right here on campus, and thought it'd take forever to find her. Then she practically fell into my lap at the coffee shop. I'd already been half in love with her compassion and voice, then I witnessed her beautiful face in person and got my first dose of her scent. It was over from there. I knew I was a goner.

I pull out my phone and text Banks, because I know he should already be up.

Is she awake?

It takes a few minutes before he gets back to me.

Yeah, grabbing a shower before class. Why, what's up?

Ask her to call me when she gets out, would you?

Sure thing

It takes less than ten minutes before my phone starts ringing.

"Good morning, babe," I start.

"Good morning," she replies sweetly, making my dick hard instantly. Or maybe it's just the sound of her voice in general. "Everything okay?

"I'm fine," I tell her, knowing that's half of what she's asking. "Can I pick you up after your last class today?"

"He's killed another one, hasn't he?" she asks quietly.

I don't want to ever lie to her, no matter what it's about. "Yeah."

I can feel the heavy weight of her long sigh through the phone. "Don't wait. I haven't missed any classes this semester. Come get me now. I'm at your house."

"I know, babe," I tell her, not letting her know that we'd all have to be deaf, blind, and without our sense of smell to not know she was there last night. "Are you sure, though?"

"Positive," she states, steel back in her voice.

Damn, that's my girl.

"Okay, I'll be there shortly," I tell her.

From the beginning of bringing her onto the case, I haven't once sugar-coated a single thing. It's difficult being the one who deals with this and has to sort through the evidence, but she's proven more than once that she can handle it. So, when she gets into the car, I open my email and flip my phone around to hand to her.

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