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“Go ahead.”
Darius let go of me, tugging his sweater down to cover me as best he could with the chain in the way. It still held some of his body heat and smelt deliciously of him. I inhaled deeply, filling my nostrils with that heady alpha scent. Fuck, it wasgood. And I was getting completely distracted. My pants tightened and…
A tug on the chain pulled me back to the present.Focus. Theothercould wait until we were safely out of here. I had no idea of what the situation was now. I was still chained to the wall, the wall was crumbling - that might work for me, if it didn’t fall on me, but how much time was there before the wall collapsed? A crack appeared across the ceiling. Darius swore as he pulled on the chain, twisting and finally yanking it. The ring moved the tiniest amount.
I grabbed onto the chain myself and, working synchronously with Darius, continued to attempt to dislodge the ring, exertingsudden pressure, then releasing and trying again. We were getting nowhere, the ring remaining obstinately fastened in the wall.
Angrily, I slammed the wall with my hand - and howled in pain. Firstly, it was a stupid thing to do, even I knew that, but I was frustrated. And secondly, I’d forgotten how unnaturally cold the wall was. Touching it was like begging for freezer burn. Surely, the temperature underground wasn’t this cold?
A horrible scraping noise dragged my attention back to the wall, where the concrete slab was separating, the fissure running down to the ground. The heavy metal ring fell out of the gap and clattered to the ground, the chain jerking my wrist. Darius grabbed me and dragged me towards the stairs and away from the wall which was listing dangerously. Given the angle it was leaning, it should already have fallen, but Xeres stood there with a look of complete concentration, his arm extended towards the wall.
“Go!”
Darius pushed me up the stairs ahead of him. I tried to look over my shoulder at the mage, but stumbled as Darius planted a firm hand in the middle of my back. “Hurry!” he urged, his hands around my waist lifting me easily and setting me on the next step.
Behind us, Xeres grunted. Finally at the top of the stairs, I halted, bent over, hands on my knees, chest heaving. As I paused to catch my breath, I turned and looked back. The mage was slowly backing away, his magic still holding up the wall. He was half-way up the staircase, when I saw his arm shake, and his hold on the wall faltered. The wall began to crumble, piles of dirt tumbling out behind the concrete slab as it smashed ontothe floor. Silver threads glistened in the exposed edge of the concrete. The mage had frozen, staring at the sight before him. The wall let out another groan. Darius bounded the few steps back down to Xeres and tugged at this robe. The mage snapped out of whatever trance he was in, and as the two of them joined me at the top of the stairs, the rest of the wall caved in, and the dungeon was no more.
Chapter 28
DARIUS
The gravel crunched loudly as I pulled up in front of our packhouse. I wasted no time jumping out, and gathered Xander up in my arms, carrying him towards the house. I didn’t notice the small crowd spilling out of the front door until loud cheers superimposed themselves over the passionate and desperate kisses Xander and I were exchanging.
Somehow the pack had heard us arrive and were thrilled to see the return of the pack’s precious Alpha Mate. Xander smiled shyly as the pack members patted us on the back, and whistled catcalls at us. As my eyes drifted over the crowd, they skimmed over Zendius standing near the back, but he was a problem for another day. Right now, I had my omega back in my arms and he needed my attention.
I acknowledged the greetings from the pack, but I kept walking, heading straight for our bedroom, where I lowered Xander's feet to the floor, but didn’t let go of him.
I couldn’t take my hands off him. My wolf was desperate to reclaim his mate, and although Xander was safe now, at some primal level I needed to keep him close. I would have taken himthe moment we arrived in the bedroom, just to satisfy my wolf, but Xander shook his head.
“I need to shower. I feel disgusting.”
“I like disgusting,” I replied, nuzzling around his ear. My tongue snuck out and swiped a quick taste of him. Mmm, yes there was dust there, but overwhelmingly my senses registeredmate.
“Mmm,” I hummed, eyes closing. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to throw him down on the mattress and sink into him.
“C’mon, Darius,” Xander pushed me away, though he was smiling. My mate was incredibly handsome and sexy and….mine, especially with his rumpled look, his dreamy green eyes and his sly, mischievous grin.
“Is that an invitation?”
“Damn right, it is!” he exclaimed, tipping his cute nose in the air. “I shouldn’t have to ask!”
I pulled him in close again and covered his soft warm lips with mine. When I was done kissing him, I said, “I didn’t want to presume. You’ve been through a lot since last night.”
“Pffft! What do you take me for? I’m totally fine.”
“Of course, you are. So, what are we waiting for?” I ripped my shirt off, and Xander, who was still wearing my sweater, began pulling it up, exposing a stretch of flat belly. I liked seeing him in my clothes, it made me feel proud and possessive, like he was really mine and not afraid to show it. So, it was a shame when he began pulling off the sweater as he turned and headed to the bathroom. Buuuuut… seeing him naked, his lean muscular body and that very fine ass on display, was even better.
I took the time to lock our bedroom door – I didn’t want curious eyes to interrupt our private moments today – and followed him into the bathroom.
The water was already sluicing down his body as I opened the shower screen door and slipped in behind him. It ran in rivulets down his head, the hair hanging in dark brown clumps, droplets falling in rapid succession from the tips, looking somewhat like an upended mop. A gorgeous one at that.
He must still have been thawing out, because his firm shoulders and waist were flushed pink from the excessive water temperature, but I could tolerate the hot water if it made my mate feel better. Besides, I was mesmerized by his delicious nakedness and I felt my cock thickening at the glorious sight. I longed to drag my tongue across every inch of that sexy body until he was fully marked as mine. I needed to stuff him full and hold him flush against me, to soothe the primitive side of me that had been terrified at the loss of my mate.
I traced the water down his shoulders, into the hollow of his back, and ran my finger down his crack. Xander groaned, spreading his legs and looking over his shoulders at me, green eyes smoldering.
“Yessss,” Xander hissed. My finger slid down, circling his hole where the slick was already oozing. My finger pressed in easily, his body welcoming me in with another rush of his natural lube. I added another. And another.
“I’m ready. Fill me up and make me feel safe again,” he ordered, with a rare glimpse of that vulnerability he didn’t like to show.
