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I’m already on the edge, but Keagan turns me so I’m pressed up against the interior wall of the plane.

“Look at them. They want you so bad,” he growls in my ear. “But they can’t have you.”

I turn my head, blearily making out the hungry, ravenous eyes of the pack.

I whine, and he pummels into me faster. Despite how aggressive he’s being, he is being absolutely careful with my leg and making sure I don’t hurt it.

He holds me carefully, and the thick length of him hits a part of me inside that makes me see stars.

I go feral, clawing at his shoulders, growling. But he just laughs and kisses me hard. I taste blood, but it doesn’t stop either of us.

“Tell them how good I feel,” Keagan growls.

“So good. It feels so good.” I claw at his shoulders, on the edge of the orgasm of my life.

He continues to hit that spot, his cock pounding into it, and then, abruptly, the plane drops.

I let out a scream as I land hard on his dick. It sends me over the edge. That hint of fear, the shock, the surprise, and Keagan wrapped around me, his fingers biting into my flesh hard enough that I’m going to bruise.

I sob for breath as he adjusts me and starts really hammering into me.

I cry out as he stretches the orgasm, making it go on and on and on, and then he growls, seizes my neck, and bites. He shifts us, pulling me off the wall, and then another mouth grips the other side of my neck.

Shale bites deep.

I’m slammed forcefully into another orgasm, soundless in the pleasure that has hold of me.

When I come back to the present, Keagan is holding me like I’m glass, stroking me with a deep rattling purr in his chest, there’s a sinfully aching bite on my neck and the taste of blood in my mouth.

And the Daane are mine.

Chapter twenty-four

Aspyn

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I cover my ears and hunch down in the bathroom, ignoring the sounds of the rain pelting the roof. Well, trying to.

My small whimpers turn to screams as the wind hits the side of the house. The power is long gone, and I’m clutching a small bag to my chest that has all my worldly belongings.

If the house goes and I need to run, I can’t. What am I going to do? Who will find me? I don’t want to drown.

The petrified thoughts go around and around, interchanging with memories of another storm.

I can see the water rising in my mind, a wall of it heading for the house.

Even knowing I’ll hurt tomorrow, I can’t stop my muscles from tightening.

The storm rages on, and my cries for help go unanswered.

PresentDay

Fear is a funny thing. You can be terrified of things but still able to make decisions and deal with them. I am afraid of heights because I have a tendency to fall, and my body is more than a little bit broken. Falls equal pain and suffering. So I’ve grown to fear them.

Water, on the other hand, the sound of rain, the sounds of thunder, and the sight of lightning. It’s not rational. I lose my mind. I’m aware of this. It’s not something I can help.

So the minute we touch down in the plane and I see the rain, Kelly grabs me before I can make a run for it. I don’t know how he knows or why his reflexes are so good, but he snatches me before I can take off.

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