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I braced both arms on the shower walls and
looked down. Steam filled the shower stall, and Ritch was behind me. He’d
scrubbed my front and then my back, and now he was plastered against me, his
hands rubbing soapy bubbles up and down my abs… and lower.
My plan had been to come inside and apologize,
maybe sleep on the couch if Ritch was really mad. I’d screwed up, big time, but
my mate was forgiving.
Ritch curled his hand around my length, and
I gasped, my hips punching forward.
Very forgiving.
“That’s right. I’ll give you what you
need.” Ritch rubbed his cheek against the back of my shoulder. He squeezed the
head of my cock when I pushed my ass back, his shaft sliding up my crack. I loved
it, grinding into him, but then I had to thrust forward.
I couldn’t figure out which way I liked better,
and it was a struggle to not go crazy with Ritch moaning against my shoulder,
his hand caressing my length while he moved counter to me, rubbing his cock
along my crack. My leg was still healing, and I knew he would stop me if he
thought I was overdoing it.
Not that I could feel any pain in my leg.
The pleasure tightened my balls, pulling them up tight to my body, and the ache
in my groin grew. My need to come began to eclipse everything, and I panted. The
wet heat of the shower raining down on us and the musky scent of my mate sent
me into orbit.
White streams of come shot from the tip of
my cock to coat the tiles and my mate’s hand. Sometime during the eternity of
seconds my balls turned inside out, Ritch came, his hand tightening
spasmodically as he wrung every last drop from me while painting me with his scent.
Claiming me. “Oh God, I love you,” I
groaned.
Ritch kissed my shoulder, his sharp pants
blowing across my neck. “Love you too.”
I wished we weren’t in the shower so the combined
smell of our seed wouldn’t be washed away. I loved the blend of his bitter
spend with the blissful feelings of pure relaxation and happiness saturating
our bond.
“We should get you in bed.” Ritch moved
before I was ready, but as he rinsed us off and cleaned the shower tiles, the
ache in my body from two days of running from my demons grabbed my attention.
Okay, so maybe bed wasn’t that bad of an
idea. I yawned, exhaustion swamping me. I swayed.
“Whoa, big guy. Bed.”
“Yeah, okay.” I helped him as best I could,
but on the heels of that orgasm, I was dead on my feet. As soon as the back of
my knees hit the bed, I collapsed backward. It was almost too much effort to
squirm around and get my head up to the pillows, but Ritch kept prodding me
until I did.
He covered me with the blanket. “I’ll be
right back. You go to sleep.”
There was no arguing with my mate. I closed
my burning eyes, the relief almost instantaneous as sleep dropped over me.
“You need to let it go, Park,” Deke said. “We’ve
done our job.”
“How? Those bastards took nearly everything
from me. Kraig, my dad, my mom, my mate… I want to dig through the rubble of that
lab and kill Trein all over again. These werekin were experimenting on their own
kind and used that on humans to turn them into feral beasts. I don’t know how
it could possibly be so simple that we’ve cut off the head of this. There has
to be more.”
“And there probably is. But this goes far
beyond just a few clans in this area.” Deke stood and pushed his desk chair
back. He walked over to the office doors and double checked they were closed
firmly. “Evidence has been found about another lab, one focused on the human
werekin. But there are several different locations it could be. However, they’re
far beyond our borders. Kraig didn’t know just how far he’d been taken because
he’d been drugged so much.”
“But his souls came from Ritch’s cousin and
his mate.”
“Yes. There is a network, one we’re not
sure the extent of. As the alpha, I’m going to have to test each and every
member of our streak. Other alphas are doing the same. That is our job, to ferret
out any other conspirators while others find the lab and shut it down.”
I leaned back in my chair, running a hand
through my mane. “Do you really think there’s someone else who turned traitor?”
Deke shook his head once, slowly. “And I
hate to accuse people without evidence, but this is too important. I will use
my influence as the alpha of this streak to ensure the safety of all the
members. And I need your help. While we may be safe now, there’s no telling
what might shake up in the future.”
I sat up again, leaning forward. “You think
they might come here?”
“That’s just it. I have no idea what is going
to happen. But things are changing—they have to. No one can look at the fallout
from mistreating human werekin, as if they were less than us, just because they
don’t have an animal soul. Our society must change.”
“Seems like life’s been nothing much
changes lately,” I said ruefully.
“True. We’re both mated before we’re even
twenty-five, the alpha and beta of this streak. Who would’ve imagined it?”
I snorted. “Not our parents.”
“No, probably not. I like we’re doing them
proud, though. We’re going to make a great life for our mates and keep our clan
safe.”
I nodded once. “We are.” I stood and held
out my hand. “You and me.”
Deke grabbed my hand. “And Kraig and Ritch.
Who have totally been listening on the other side of the door.” Deke snickered.
THE END
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