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Her breathing grew ragged, each gasping moan escaping her lips like a siren’s call to my wolf, drawing him closer to the surface. As she neared her peak again, I nipped at her collarbone lightly, leaving a love bite that would bloom into a bruise later. It only seemed right that she bore a mark of our lovemaking. Her eyes met mine, dark with desire and trust as she surrendered completely to me.
With one last hard thrust, my hips pistoned upward, feeling the tight heat of her walls squeezing me in blissful waves. It was almost too much, but not quite. I wanted more. Our skin slapped together in harmony of need as we moved frantically against each other. Her breath was coming in short gasps now, each one punctuated by a soft whimper or moan that made me growl deep in my chest.
Then, with a powerful thrust that echoed the primal sounds of our passion, we cried out in unison as our bodies met in a searing climax. My roar of pleasure mingled with her screams of ecstasy as we shuddered together. Zoey clenched around me, milking every last drop of my seed as she convulsed beneath me.
My hips pistoned faster and faster. I couldn’t get enough of her, didn’t want this moment to end. But it did, leaving us both gasping for air and trembling with aftershocks. I collapsed ontop of Zoey, burying my face in her neck to catch my own ragged breath as I nuzzled her softly.
Her heart beat wildly beneath my lips as I brushed them over her skin again and again—her neck, her jawline, anywhere I could reach.
“Zoey, you are so beautiful.”
She sighed contentedly beneath me, wrapping one leg around mine possessively. “I love you,” she murmured.
And in that moment, I knew she did. Not just because she said the words but because I felt them deep in my soul. I never wanted to let her go.
But I knew what awaited me tomorrow. What I had to do to keep her safe.
The following evening,I stood outside with my father and ten of my best men, all of us heavily armed and ready for battle. My wolf paced restlessly under my skin, eager for blood. Eager for revenge against the man who had hurt and threatened my mate.
I turned to my father, gripping his shoulder. “Stay with Zoey. She’s going to need you here.”
He nodded. “We’ll hold down the fort. You just focus on ripping that bastard George apart and coming back home to your mate in one piece, you hear?”
“That’s the plan.”
I turned to Zoey, ready to say goodbye without really saying goodbye. Goodbye meant I thought I might not return.
“Zo,” I said.
She turned to face me, her eyes shimmering. “Be careful,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil I knew raged inside her. She reached up and traced the scar along my eyebrowwith a tenderness that made my heart ache. “Come back to me. Promise me. I know you already have, more than once, but do it again.”
The world faded away until it was just the two of us. “I promise,” I vowed, the fierceness of my feelings etched into every syllable. “I will come back to you. You’re my everything.”
My father grabbed my arm as I turned to leave. “Noah, I just want you to know... I’m proud of you, son. So damn proud. Of the man you’ve become, the alpha you are. You come back safe to us, you hear? Come back to Zoey. To your pack. We need you.”
I hugged him, my throat tight. “I will. I promise. I’m coming back.” We held each other for a long moment, years of unsaid words passing between us.
Finally, I pulled back and squeezed his shoulders. “I’ve got to go. Take care of my girl for me until I get back.”
“With my life,” he said solemnly, giving me one last clap on the back.
I turned and headed to the vehicles where my men waited. It was a two-hour drive to Craigsville. Two hours until I spilled George’s blood for daring to threaten what was mine.
As we sped off into the night, my thoughts drifted to Zoey. I pictured her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at me with complete trust and love. She was my reason for everything now. And I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and bring her abuser to justice.
I absently touched the beaded bracelet on my wrist that Ro had given me, my chest tightening with emotion. I had a family now, people counting on me to come home.
And nothing, not even death itself, would keep me from getting back to them.
The wolf in me growled in agreement. “I’m coming for you, you son of a bitch,” I said under my breath. “And hell’s coming with me.”
Two hours later, our SUVs rolled to a stop in the thick forest about a quarter mile from George’s hideout. I climbed out, my wolf clawing beneath my skin, desperate to hunt, to rip our enemy to shreds.
I signaled for my men to circle around back as I made my way to the front, keeping low and out of sight. Peering through the dense foliage, I spotted two armed guards on the porch, another patrolling the perimeter. Fools. They had no idea the hell that was about to rain down on them.
Seconds later, gunfire and shouts erupted as my men engaged the guards from behind. Using the chaos as cover, I sprinted from the trees, shifting in a burst of fur and fangs. The guard never saw me coming. My jaws locked around his throat, blood spraying through the air as I wrenched him to the ground.
I raised my blood-soaked muzzle and howled, the chilling sound echoing through the night. It was a call to battle. A promise of vengeance.
