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"I do need you. I don't understand it, but I do."
"Good." His hands slid around to my back, pulling me against him so I could feel every hard inch of him. "Because I need you too. Need to touch you. Taste you. Bury myself so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin."
Lust flooded through me at his words.
"Not here," he growled, even as his hips pressed against mine, letting me feel how hard he was. "Not with them able to hear. When I take you—and I will take you, Jess—I want you screaming my name. Want to hear every sound you make when you come on my cock. Want to take my time making you fall apart over and over until you're begging me to stop."
I whimpered at the images his words created. My whole body was on fire, desperate for more of his touch, more of his words, more of everything he was promising.
His hand slid down to cup me through my pants, and I nearly came apart right there. "Feel how wet you are for me? How much you want this?"
"Yes," I gasped.
"Gonna fill you up so good, counselor. Gonna make you mine in every way possible. Gonna fuck you until you can't remember your own name, let alone your billable hours requirements." His hand pressed harder, and I rocked against it desperately. "Gonna put my baby in you. Fill you with my cum until you're swollen with my child. Keep you barefoot and pregnant on my mountain where you belong."
The breeding talk should have scared me. Should have been a massive red flag. Instead, it made me wetter. I pressed harder against his hand.
"Not here," he said, pulling his hand away even as I made a sound of protest. "Not fast and desperate in a supply closet where I can't do it right."
"Sam, please—"
"Tomorrow." His forehead rested against mine. "The storm's supposed to clear enough by morning. We'll evacuate everyone back to base camp. And then, counselor, I'm going to take you to my cabin and show you exactly what it means to be mine. Gonna strip you down and worship every inch of your body. Gonna make you come so many times you lose count. Gonna fill you up and watch my cum drip out of you, then do it all over again."
I was shaking, desperate, so turned on I could barely stand. "That's cruel."
"I know." He kissed me again, softer this time. "But you're worth the wait. Worth doing it right. And when I finally sink inside you, I want you clear-headed and eager. Want you choosing me because you want me, not because we got carried away in a supply closet."
He was right, but that didn't make it easier to accept.
"Come on," he said, taking my hand. "Let's get back before someone comes looking and finds you looking thoroughly debauched."
"I think that ship has sailed," I said, trying to smooth my hair.
His grin was unrepentant. "Good. I want everyone to know you're mine. I want them to see it every time they look at you."
As we emerged from the supply room, I caught Kevin's knowing smirk and Shane's raised eyebrow. I blushed, but Sam's arm around my waist held me steady. He didn't care who knew. He wanted me, and he was claiming me, and that was that.
And God help me, I loved it.
Chapter 5
Jess
I woke to chaos.
Voices shouting. Movement in the pre-dawn darkness. And Sam's voice cutting through it all with sharp authority.
"Everyone up. We're evacuating now. Storm's clearing faster than expected, and we've got a narrow window to get everyone back safely."
I stumbled out of my bunk, adrenaline cutting through sleep fog. Around me, lawyers were scrambling for gear in various states of panic and disorientation.
"What's happening?" I asked, finding Sam in the dim light.
"Weather window. We move now or we risk being stuck another two days." His hands found my shoulders, and even in the chaos, his touch steadied me. "Stay with the main group. My brothers will lead. I'll be right behind you."
"Okay."
He kissed me quickly, thoroughly. "Don't do anything heroic, counselor. Just stay safe and stay close. In a few hours, you'll be at my cabin where I can finally do all those things I've been promising."
