The Way You Bite(59)

“Do you want to continue or pause?” he asked. Would he be able to stop if she said no?

“Don’t stop now.”

He pulled the sweater over her head. Her nipples were tight and pink. Perfect. His hands covered them, and then his mouth. As he licked and tasted, a gasp broke from her lips along with his name. So responsive. The kitchen felt exposed. He wasn’t sure she’d want to be so public for this. “Should we find a more private place?”

“Here.” Her hands were at the waist of his pants, unlatching and tugging.

He gazed around the room, landing on the counter. Too high. Table. Perfect height. He lifted her easily and set her on top. She arched backward and spread her legs.

He leaned in giving a series of kisses and nips down her stomach. He lifted her hips to put his mouth on her. Heaven.

“Lexan! It’s too much.” Her hips arched against him.

“It’s never too much. This is the two of us…together.” He breathed the words against her, loving the way she responded to him. Uninhibited. Wild. Her body bucked when he applied a few more licks. She was close.

“I want to feel you around me when you come,” he said hoarsely.

Her eyes met his, now so dilated the green was almost gone. He pulled her to the edge of the table and surged into her. He tilted her hips and thrust deeper.

She moaned. Her body tensed. For a moment he worried he’d hurt her. Everything about her made him lose his mind and control. “Okay?”

“I’m more than okay. Don’t stop.” Her legs circled around his hips, urging him closer. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much.”

He found a perfect rhythm, moving subtly to rub against a spot that made her body arch. With a guttural groan, she dug her fingernails into his forearms. He forced his body under a semblance of control, unlike last time, to drive her to the edge.

Vee shuddered with pleasure. “Please. I need…now,” she demanded.

Lexan released all restraints. He drove into her as deep as he could go. So slick, so hot. Her moans urged him faster. At the moment he felt close to the edge, he leaned in and put his mouth on her shoulder over his mark and bit gently.

Her inner muscles squeezed, and she cried out.

He exploded within her. Pleasure swamped his brain, sweeping him away. He’d had pleasure in the past, but never like this. Never with such intensity. His heart pounded between his ears as he stayed buried deep within her.

Her legs slid down his hips.

“That was…” Her luminous gaze met his. I can’t even voice it. She slid off the counter. He helped her regain her balance and felt her body tremble against his. “Is that part of being in your world?”

He grinned. “It’s a preview.”

She tugged on her clothes and snagged the remaining half of the Hershey bar. “So far, so good.”

“We are far from done.” His cell phone chirped.

He pulled out the cell and sighed. Time to reveal the truth to her of the real underground war.





Chapter Twenty-Three


“I’ve got to put your first run on hold for a little bit. The moon isn’t yet up, so we have time.” Lexan glanced at the text again.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“There’s a facility here. I knew of the ones in Europe and Asia, but I wasn’t aware Blay operated one in Canada until we arrived here.”

“What kind of facility?”

“Let me show you.” He led her through the house, which was really a mansion, out the back into an upscale barn.

No obvious horses or other animals occupied the inside. In a tack room devoid of tack, he pulled up a saddle rack. A hidden door panel in the hardwood floor slid back, revealing a set of stairs leading down. The room beneath was cold and dark, but there was a door. Lexan stood there as if waiting. The door swung open. The space immediately lit with blinding light. She shielded her eyes as they walked into a glassed-in room. The cavernous underground facility was populated with people in white-and-baby blue scrubs.

“Put these on,” Lexan handed her a mask and latex gloves.

“Aren’t you?” She waved at the boxes of gloves and masks.

“I’m not at risk.”

She put on the mask and gloves. “What is here that I’m at risk to get but not you?”

“I’ll explain everything in a few minutes.”

“What is this place?”

“It’s a medical hospice where wolves with incurable disease come for treatment and to pass on.”

She glanced into a hospital room that looked more like a small apartment. Yet, it wasn’t depressing like a nursing home or as sterile as human facilities. A man rested in a bed, hooked up to an IV while he and a male nurse laughed at the episode of Gold Rush on TV.

“Their families let them leave when they’re dying?”

“There’s a lot of fear surrounding this disease. A lot of the unknown. Most were kicked out. Some chose to leave. We know a lot more about the disease now than we did even six months ago.”

“What kind of incurable disease? I thought you guys healed fast like we do and were immune to most human viruses other than rabies.”

“There’s someone we are here for you to meet.” Lexan’s eyes filled with sadness. He knocked on the door of a corner room. An accented male bid they enter. It was as if they’d stepped back into a spacious, late 1800s bedroom with the wood writing bureau, poster bed, and velvet upholsteredchairs and sofas.