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“Shut up! What the fuck! Where is Abuela? You two monsters have kept secrets from me!”

“Emmie, we had to. You were still coming to terms with Locke, and—”

“Don’t Emmie me!” I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “You knew things were weird and said nothing!”

Like she would have believed me.

“Because I couldn’t!” I screamed back. “Locke wanted to keep it from you. He wanted to tell you himself. You wouldn’t have believed me. And, anyway… I needed my time, too.”

I looked down at Anaki. His eyes were soft, his hands roaming my body, teasing me with those fingers and claws. I got what I wanted, now Emm needed to let go and get what she wanted.

I probably shouldn’t have said anything, but I was high on my own love. Emm would see it through and fall for her man, in time. I wish she had stayed on the phone for longer so I could have told her I found my mate, too.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Anaki

Ihad flicked through my phone at the messages, when Elena looked through hers, of which I had a lot.

Bear and Nadia kept me updated, despite keeping my phone on silent during my time with Elena.

I asked Bear to do it, so when I could take time to break away, I read them. I only checked to see if they were sending messages. That let me know they were safe.

The Iron Fang’s mission to Duke Idris’ mansion, formerly Sunshine AKA Delilah’s douche bag ex-husband's place, was successfully infiltrated. Almost too easily. They had rescued women and some men and brought them back on the stolen plane we had used to bring Elena and her family back. The fae would be returning soon as well, by their own means, just as quickly.

They were runners, diggers or something or other. I don’t ask questions.

According to the timing of the text messages, they should arrive back at the club any minute.

What struck me as strange was that they were having head pains as well. And it all started around the same time that Elena and mine started. Were they connected? Most likely because things like this in the supernatural world were not coincidences. It all happened for a reason.

I glanced over at my mate, who had just gotten off the phone with her sister. She had just wrapped herself in a thin red linen. Her hair was wet, dripping with water and my cocks instantly sprung to life, ready to claim my female over again.

Unfortunately, it was time to tell her of another danger that the Iron Fang might have to deal with, sometime soon.

Duke Idris.

He strikes, we strike. It’s a terrible cycle, really.

She stood up and slipped her phone into her bag, done with the contraption for the moment. I extended my hand towards her, inviting her to return. With a warm smile, she instinctively moved onto her knees and gracefully crawled over to me, positioning herself to straddle my waist. The water droplets, glistening like tiny jewels, trickled down from her damp hair, cascading over her chest and tracing a path along the curve of her cleavage.

I hummed, took my long tongue and slipped it between her breasts. “You taste so good.”

She leaned her head back and pressed her chest toward me. “I’m feeling really warm, actually.” She placed her hands on my shoulders. “Usually, I’m always cold. Is the temperature outside changing?”

I reached around her back and gently laid her on the bed. Previously, I hadn't noticed her scent. I knew if I took in her scent too much, I’d want to fuck her while she was on the phone.

I wasn’t that kinky.

She sighed and settled herself into the sheets. I remembered when I wasyoung, my father would lie my mother in our cave in their soft nest, and he would sniff between her legs when she complained about being too hot or uncomfortable.

My parents never explained any of this to me, maybe they didn’t feel like they needed to and knew who my mate was all along…

When I parted her legs, Elena went to push my head away, but I grabbed her wrists and held them. “Let me smell you,” I growled and pressed my nose to her pussy.

My eyes instantly rolled into the back of my head.

It wasn’t potent yet, but it was oncoming. I didn’t know how many hours or days we had, but judging from what my father did, I do remember spending time with the clan jumping from cave to cave while it happened.

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