Abandoned and Unseen (Branded Packs #2)(23)

So, without dealing with any of that, he kissed her hard and slammed home.

She screamed his name, her claws digging into his back. The scent of blood hit his nose and he knew she’d broken the skin. He didn’t care. He’d wear her marks with pride. As it was, he could see stars behind his eyelids. She felt so good around his cock. Wet, hot, and tight. Fucking perfect.

“Cole, for the love of God. Please move. Fuck me. I’m not weak. I’m a bear, remember? I need it rough. I need you. Now.”

He grinned then bit her lip. Hard. “As you wish, Anya.” He pulled his hips back and f*cked her.

Hard.

She met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around his waist. He slid one hand under her butt and angled her so he could go deeper. They both panted, their bodies slick with sweat. As his balls tightened, he rotated his hips so he hit her G-spot just right. As soon as he pumped into her at that angle, she shattered, her breasts arching higher. He took that as an invitation and sucked each nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough that he’d probably leave bruises. She seemed to love it because her * clamped down on his cock as she came again. He followed right after, his dick filling her up to the point he was afraid he’d be drained dry.

When they both caught their breath, he remained deep inside her, his hips resting against hers. He put his weight on his forearms, up around her head, and lowered his lips to hers. He kissed her ever so softly, knowing that this couldn’t be the end. He didn’t know what would happen next with her or the boys, but he didn’t want this to be it.

He’d caught a glimpse of a future he didn’t know he wanted. And with a woman who had once been abandoned in the worst ways possible, he knew he’d have a fight on his hands to create it. And keep it.

She met his gaze, a war of emotions in her eyes.

Game on, he thought. Game on.

Because some things were worth fighting for.

****

Frank Talbot frowned at the two children sleeping in the cage. They’d been easily captured from the compound thanks to experimental science and friends in high places. The drugs he’d used to keep them quiet during the extraction should have worn off by now, but then again, one could never be too sure with animals. Hopefully it didn’t do any lasting damage. He needed healthy specimens to continue his research.

Odd, he thought. They looked sort of like he had as a child, yet he didn’t feel a connection to them. Perhaps it was nurture versus nature that made a child feel as if they were truly a person’s offspring, rather than a random collection of molecules and DNA. He didn’t care, though. Becoming a father to the two wasn’t on his agenda. In fact, he had a few other matters to attend to before he got to work. He’d feed and wash them until it was time to begin, as he couldn’t allow them to get sickly before the experiments began.

He didn’t know who the boys truly were nor did he care what they thought, felt, or said.

But they would be his prize achievements.

Funny how easy it had been to take them. And their mother would never be the wiser about who had kidnapped her children. After all, he’d left her without a second glace when she was pregnant. Why would she even think of him when it came to the disappearance of her cubs? There were so many others she could blame.

This really was the perfect solution to his problem.

Perfect.





Chapter 7


Cole ran a hand through his hair as they made the drive to Denver. The awkwardness level in the car had reached new heights, and he wasn’t sure how to break through the tension. Anya hadn’t spoken to him since they’d woken up that morning and she’d informed him that the mating heat was gone and they could go about their business. He didn’t even have a chance to try and get close or kiss her. She’d put up barriers between them with a swift effectiveness he hadn’t been prepared for.

Well, shit.

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do now because damn it, his cat wanted her.

Wanted her for more than just a fling.

His cat had picked his mate, and the damn woman looked like she still hated him—or at least wanted nothing more to do with him. Except he’d seen a look in her eyes that told him he could be wrong. He hoped he was. But they were on their way to try and save her children from a sociopath. His needs for a mate came second to that.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel and he wanted to curse. Talk about being selfish. He was all worried about his cat and feelings while she was probably freaking out over what they had to do to save her kids. It wasn’t as if this were a normal way to find a mate. They were in a stolen car on the way to a city where they’d be killed if someone caught sight of their brands. Anya had never been to the city in her life, had never truly been outside the compound. And he hadn’t ventured this far north in long enough that he was afraid of what changes he would see. When he’d snuck out of the compound in the past, it had been on missions for his Pack. He didn’t have time to go on joyrides and learn about the new sides of the city. As it was, keeping hold of Frank’s scent was getting harder and harder. His cat needed another whiff of the bastard to keep tracking. This wasn’t going to be easy. Not by far. And sitting around moping because Anya had more important things on her mind than what last night had meant was idiotic.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” she muttered. “Just drop it for now. Okay? You said we’d deal with what happened later, so maybe we should actually deal with it later, hmm?”