Page 46 of Act of Command

She clung to him as he went at her hard. She continued to hum though it was broken somewhat, mixed in with grunts of passion. They locked gazes and she began to sing. He didn’t know the song. He couldn’t even make out the words as his head spun with the raw need to possess the woman beneath him. He felt her pussy tightening on his cock and he knew she was coming. He pounded hard, the bed moving more before giving way under him. It crashed to the floor but he didn’t dare stop.

“Corbin! Yes! Corbin!” she cried out. Mae wrapped her legs around him and tugged, drawing him down more on her, his face buried in the crook of her neck as she kept singing to him as he fucked her. The urge to sink his teeth into her won out and he was powerless to stop it. He bit the very spot where he’d claimed her, pumping until his balls drew up tight and then he held firm in her, jetting seed into her.

The door to the room slammed open and he turned, still buried in his mate, sweat dripping from all the parts of him that weren’t yet shifted. He knew what he must look like to his two teammates who rushed in. Corbin had done the unthinkable. He’d taken his mate in a partially shifted form. The most blatant sign of no control there was. Shame filled him, but he couldn’t pull out of her. He didn’t want to be away from her.

Mae clung to him and giggled, staring up at him. “I think we gave them quite a show.”

Growling, he grabbed for the sheet and yanked it up his side, making sure his woman was covered. His shifted hand tore the material and he exhaled slowly, his body tense.

“Captain?” asked Malik, his voice soft—his eyebrows looking drawn on, rather poorly. “I think maybe you should go.”

Mae gasped and then surprised Corbin by moving slightly under him and peeking out over his shoulder at Malik and Striker. “You two go away.”

“Miss,” said Malik softly, his hands out. “He’s not himself. We should take him.”

“Och, he’s actin’ like a ruttin’ fool and we need to drag his arse away from you before he harms you, lass,” said Striker, dumbing it down for all involved.

Mae snorted and rotated her hips under Corbin, making his cock harden in her once more. “Mmm, I think he’s acting just right. Go away.”

“Mae, yer nae sayin’ yer fine with this? The bloody fool is partially shifted.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “Dougal, I will not say it again. Out.”

With a huff, Striker nodded and pulled Malik out of the room with him. Corbin couldn’t help but laugh at Mae scolding Striker and it working.

He glanced at his arms and the fur there, his laughter died instantly. “Mae, they’re right.”

“Shh. I sang and it caused this. I couldn’t help singing any more than you could help this.” She touched his face tenderly. “You aren’t hurting me and you’re only shifted a little.”

She wasn’t scared of him?

“Kiss me and then get back to what you were doing before Evil Eyebrows and his side kick interrupted.”

Corbin paused. “About Malik’s eyebrows…”

Mae laughed. “Ask Striker. Now, where were we?”

Chapter Nineteen

Mae tried and failed to hide her laughter as the men on Corbin’s team presented him with the Asshole of the Week award. They handed over the sculpture she’d done of him, along with a plaque with his name engraved on it. Malik got a matching one and a framed photo of himself with no eyebrows. Thankfully, they’d grown back, but he’d not stopped giving Striker and Boomer the stink eye over the ordeal.

Corbin glanced at the statue and then at her, lifting a brow in question. She shrugged and he came closer, placing it on a table near her and then bending, lifting her and sitting—setting her on his lap. There were plenty of chairs in the conference room but he didn’t seem to care.

She leaned against her husband’s chest and inhaled, savoring his scent. She closed her eyes, thankful he was fully healed. It had been nearly a week since he’d freed her at great cost to himself. A week since he’d claimed her and changed her world forever.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” she returned, not bothering to lower her voice. She’d learned the men in the room could hear just about anything.

Duke had his wife, Mercy, close to him. He leaned and kissed her neck. Boomer was standing near the right side of the room, holding his wife’s hand, gazing at her lovingly. James’s wife was sitting next to him, working on her laptop—that she was rarely without—as he bent and kissed her shoulder. Laney turned and tongued him to the point Mae blushed. Just like that, Laney returned to whatever it was she was working on.

Mae suspected it had something to do with Brad, Alice and Ezra. When Laney had learned the details of Mae’s friends and possible family, the girl had made it her mission to dig for more information.

Deep down, Mae knew Alice was still alive. She was sure of it. And she was sure Brad was too. It was just a matter of finding them. Ezra was the one she wasn’t so sure about. None of the men had outright said it, but she suspected they feared he was dead.

Striker clapped, drawing everyone’s attention. “If you all could stop yer make-out sessions, I say it’s time to break out the drinks. Here is to our two-way tie for Asshole of the Week. Tut and Captain, yer tough acts to follow.”

“Would that I could fire him,” said Corbin, making the others snicker.

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