Page 21 of The Wolf Guard's Mate

I adjusted my position slightly, still buried in the hot, wet…

Not pillow.

What?

The tangled silk was stuck to my fingers. It didn’t feel like fabric. Why would there be silk in my bed, anyway?

I inhaled again, slightly more conscious this time.

The scent was definitely Olive’s, but it was different. Stronger. Richer, and more familiar. She smelledrightin a way nothing ever had before.

And she smelled aroused.

Very aroused.

I wanted to taste that desire on my tongue, to drink it in.

Something clenched around my cock again, and I barely stifled another groan.

It didn’t take much to put together the pieces of what had happened as I forced my eyes open.

Olive was sprawled beneath me, her entire body on one of my pillows. I was draped over her, apparently using the tiny woman asmypillow.

And my cock was buried inside her. I could feel my release and her slickness dripping onto our thighs.

My phone’s alarm blared, and my head jerked to the nightstand.

What the hell?

That was bad.

I lunged for the device, earning a noise of protest as I pulled out of Olive with a wet sound that made my cock throb again.

“That thing is so annoying. Why did you set it to go off in the middle of the night?” she mumbled, not moving off the pillow.

I grabbed it, opening up the cameras and scanning the screens intently.

“How long has this been going off?” I demanded, as I went backward through the feed so I could see when my team had first been flagged.

“I don’t know. Feels like forever. I couldn’t get you to wake up—and then you fucked me. Thanks for that, by the way. We should probably do a little DTR so we can figure out if that’s cool or not.”

I hit the button to call my team.

Whatever a DTR was, it was going to have to wait.

Whoever was on duty answered on the first ring. “Hey. Clay and the Alpha are already on their way with a few enforcers. They’ll reach the human vehicle soon. Do you have eyes on Olive?”

I closed my eyes, clenching my jaw at the sound of my mate’s name on his breath.

I was in way over my head, and far too possessive of a woman who was already mine. The way she’d asked me to find another male to fuck her when she was in heat wasn’t going to leave my memories any time soon.

“She’s safe,” I managed.

“Who is that and why is he asking if you can see me in the middle of the night?” Olive asked, sitting up a little.

“Go back to the cameras. Thanks for handling it,” I said into the phone.

“No problem. Good luck with the mate bond.”

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