The Wolf (Black Dagger Brotherhood: Prison Camp #2)(99)

Through her shirt and her bra, he rubbed her nipple with his thumb—and as she moaned in response, she became like water beneath him, fluid and graceful. She was also demanding, though, and very, very hungry.

“I want to be naked,” she said urgently.

Well, didn’t that make two of them. He wanted to get her naked, too.

Lucan eased back. “Gimme one second.”

He kissed her again. Kissed her a third time. Then knew that if he was going to pull out of this, of her, for anything longer than taking his own pants off, he better do it now.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t be gone long,” she whispered.

“I won’t be. Trust me on that.”

With a leap that was worthy of a flying tackle, he launched himself at the door out into the hall. As he entered the code, he punched in the number sequence like he was jabbing the eyes of an enemy. Yanking the way open— Mayhem stepped into his face. “What’s wrong? Has she—”

“I need some privacy.”

For a guy who tended to be pretty relaxed, even in a dog fight, Mayhem stayed stressed. “For what?”

“Really.”

The other guy blinked like he didn’t underst—“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Lucan looked down the hall. “Anything brewing?”

“Apex went down to check on Kane because mess is opening up downstairs—the coast is going to stay clear for a little longer. Like thirty minutes or so? The guards are about to change, though. You may want to hold off on your privacy shit.”

Fucking hell. “Just knock if you need to come in. And wait for a second.”

“Lucan.”

“What.”

Mayhem glanced away. “How much do you know about her?”

“Excuse me?” As the other prisoner just continued to stare off into space, Lucan went palms up, are-you-stupid. “I know she volunteered to help Kane. I know she dragged me back indoors when I was dying in the sunshine. What the hell else do I have to know about her.”

As the bonded male in him started to prowl around inside his skin, he had to cut that possessive crap quick. His wolf was a hair trigger when it came to defending territory to begin with. Throw in his sexual attraction for Rio?

He might as well have been a bomb waiting to go off.

“Watch yourself with her,” Mayhem muttered. “That’s all I’m saying.”

“And I’ll give you a piece of advice. Don’t talk about my female to anybody—and that includes me. You’re not going to like where it lands you.”

Mayhem shook his head and stared down the empty hallway with its closed doors and its dim lighting.

“Fine, you got it,” was all he said.

Good decision, Lucan thought as he went back into the quarters. Good fucking decision.



As Luke stepped out into the hall, Rio covered her face with her palms even though she was alone. Was she really going to do this? Really?

Dropping her arms, she rolled over onto her stomach and wondered what Luke was saying to either Mayhem or Apex. He was propping the door open with his foot, but his voice was low so she couldn’t tell the words. Beyond the conversation, though, in terms of the rest of the place getting busy . . . she heard nothing in particular, which she took to mean that any uprising was either contained or yet to come— Abruptly, Luke pivoted back around, took a step forward, and shut the door. As his eyes met hers, she felt like there was a mask over his facial features, but his eyes. Oh, yes, his eyes. There was no masking what was in them.

And as he stayed put, it was clear he was asking her a question.

So she figured she better give him an answer.

With a slow, sensual pivot on the bed, Rio eased onto her back and let her head fall off the edge of the mattress. Knowing that he was watching, she moved one of her hands to the side of her throat and slowly let it drift downward onto her collarbone. Lower to between her breasts. Even farther so that it was on her stomach.

She stopped just as it came to rest on the center of her pelvis. “I want you. Now.”

“Jesus Christ, female,” he growled.

As Luke stalked over to her, he stared out from under lowered lids, his gait like that of a predator, his arousal straining against the front of his pants. And with all those muscles fanning out to fill his shoulders, his pecs, his abs . . . he was too spectacular to deny.

Not that “no” was in her vocabulary when it came to him.

He stopped in front of her, and what do you know, her upside-down view was just as spectacular as the face-on ones she’d been enjoying: His torso was magnificent from this angle.

Except then he cursed.

“We can’t do this right now,” he said gruffly.

“No?” Rio arched—and yup, his eyes went exactly where she wanted them to go: Her breasts. “What’s going on out there?”

“There are people coming. And not a lot of time.”

“Really?” She brought up her knees and rubbed her thighs together, back and forth, back and forth. “Then we’ll just have to be quick about it.”

“The guards are changing soon.”

“But not now.” What the hell was she saying? Was she really—“Not right now, correct?”

Luke started to breathe heavily, his abs rippling as his chest pumped up and down. Behind his fly, his erection jerked.