Page 10 of Guardians of the Assassins
When she walked into the bathroom, she drew up short to find Kincade waiting for her. She didn’t have time to do anything but gawk when he opened the shower door, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside with him.
He didn’t ravish her like she expected, but took his time washing her hair and soaping her body. He caressed her only long enough to tease her but never enough to push her over the edge. Every time he wound her up, he would slowly bring her down with soft caresses.
Then he knelt, picking up her feet one at a time, leaving not an inch of her unexplored. Just when she thought he would leave, he slipped one of her legs over his shoulder, leaned forward, and licked and sucked and stroked her into an orgasm so intense that her legs gave out.
He caught her easily, turned off the water, and proceeded to pat her dry, his touch once more impersonal. She caught his hand, and he flashed her a serene smile, licking his lips as anaughty look twinkled in his green eyes. “No way was I letting you leave without the taste of you.”
Heat crawled up her neck at his boldness, but it had nothing to do with shyness.
She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips, and he gave a tortured groan, clutching at her like a desperate man. Then he resolutely pushed her away, pressing his forehead against hers, breathing hard. “You will come back to me.”
“Always.”
CHAPTER FIVE
DRAVEN
Draven watched Morgan come down the stairs, and it took all his concentration not to lose his shit at the thought of her leaving without him at her side. They were mates. He was supposed to protect her. How the fuck was he going to do that when he wasn’t even with her?
Clenching and unclenching his fists, he nearly snarled when Ryder placed a hand on his shoulder. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”
The wolf would die for her, there was no doubt in his mind, but that was the problem—if he died, Morgan would be alone with her grief and vulnerable, and Draven had no doubt the alphas would pounce.
He shrugged off Ryder’s hand and glared at the wolf. “Don’t fucking do anything stupid or make a target out of yourself. Don’t draw attention to yourself and don’t fucking get yourself killed. Because if you die, you will leave her alone in that den of vipers and at the mercy of the alphas. You must survive and make sure she gets out of there alive. Understand?”
His brown eyes glowed amber as his wolf rose, resolve making Ryder rise to his full six-and-a-half-foot height. “I will do whatever it takes to make sure she returns.”
Draven watched him for half a beat longer…then the anxiety eating at him lessened a tiny fraction, and he clasped Ryder on the back.
Even before Morgan reached the bottom of the staircase, the rest of the team gathered in the entryway…even that fucker Caedmon. He narrowed his eyes on the elf. The man didn’t do anything suspicious, but the way he looked at Morgan made the hairs on the back of his neck lift.
Possessive.
Hungry.
Longing.
The same look he saw in his own eyes before he claimed her, and he silently cursed.
Ryder glanced at him, and Draven saw the same suspicions reflected back.
Holy shit!
He whipped around to look at Caedmon again, but any emotions were wiped clean.
But Draven knew what he saw.
Draven peered at Morgan, watched the way she interacted with the elf—and straightened abruptly at what he witnessed.
Son of a bitch!
There was something in her blue eyes, a tiny spark of awareness before she managed to cover it.
He glanced once more at Ryder, a little freaked out, and the man nodded in silent communication.
The fucker knew and never said anything!!
Emotions jumbled, he could only stare…and wonder what to do.
