Page 77 of Feral Mates
She was truly everything I’d wanted in a mate.
Her soft mews continued, the single gasp she moaned an indication I was fully seated inside. She hung her head until our lips were almost touching.
The moment transcended all others. Our coupling and the heightened electricity were more than typical love or even devotion. We were joined together as if one. Heat swelled around us, the air becoming stagnant and in the next few seconds, my body began to shake, my balls swelling with seed.
“So fucking huge,” she murmured. “Amazing.”
I rubbed my hands down her back, cupping her bottom.
She licked her lips before darting her tongue across the seam of my mouth. With every muscle tense, I couldn’t hold back any longer.
A rush of adrenaline pulsed through every vein, my beast roaring to the surface as I erupted deep inside. There was nothing like the satisfaction of mating her.
My low rumbles coming from deep in my chest reverberated in the room. Together we remained, locked in a dance of time and space, never wanting the moment to end.
With a deep sigh, she pressed her face against my neck, the nuzzle sweet and very human. I could get used to this.
I rubbed her back as the sensations began to fade, the world returning to focus in full color. Now the sound of the television seemed far too loud. Slowly the knot began to deflate, allowing her to shift back and forth. I was rewarded with another laugh as her body fully relaxed.
“What the hell?” Savannah jerked her head up, a look of horror replacing the one of joy.
“What’s wrong?”
“Turn that up.” She shifted, forcing herself off my lap and onto her feet. Her body shaking, she moved closer, the look remaining.
Instantly on edge, I reared up from the chair, flanking her side. “What are you seeing?”
“A report on the explosion. They’re saying it was set intentionally,” she half whispered.
“We guessed that was the case.”
“Listen.” Her face was pale, her lips pursed into a thin line.
“A manhunt is underway for Dr. Savannah Morgan. From what little information we’ve received from the Manassas Police Department, she is wanted in connection to the fire as well as sabotage of a highly secretive government project, and murder. She’s considered armed and dangerous.”
“What in the fuck?” Kai snarled.
I threw the other wolves a quick look and could feel the building rage between the three of us.
“They’re using me as a scapegoat. That’s how I just suddenly disappear. Oh, my God. We need to get out of here now.” She turned to me, her eyes open wide. “We need to get the flash drives to someone who can help us. Whatever is going on, Dr. Blackwell doesn’t want the public or the government to know.”
“Dr. Carl Wheaton, a renowned biologist with Blackwell Industries, was found dead at the facility, with early indications it was the result of the explosion.” The reporter’s voice was like a hard slap across her face. I could instantly feel deep, intense pain.
“No. No!” she moaned. “Not Carl. He was my friend. He helped me. They killed him. I know they did. Why? Why?”
“She’s right,” Roman gritted out. “We need to get out of here. They know we’re here.”
Another sound from the distance sent vibrations throughout the house, a rumble under our feet.
Savannah reacted instantly, rushing toward the window and staring up at the sky. “Oh, no.”
“What is it?” Kai moved beside her, every muscle tensing.
“Helicopters. We need to get dressed.” She spun toward us, shaking her head. Terror swept through her and in turn, through all three of us.
“We turn as wolves.”
“Did you bring back my crossbow?” she asked in a tiny voice.
