Authors: Ambrielle Kirk
“You did what?” Blake asked once they were out of earshot and eyesight.
Naomi bent to retrieve the hotel key card from boot sleeve to open the door. “Escaped. E. S. C.—”
“I wasn’t exactly the spelling bee winner in grade school, but I think I can figure out the correct spelling just fine.” His voice carried a teasing tone as he followed her inside. He dropped his car keys on the tall stand near the entryway.
She shrugged out of her jacket and laid it on the back of a chair. “We should’ve stopped for food. I forgot I didn’t have any food here.”
“We can go back out.” He took his phone out of his back pocket. “Or we could call for takeout.”
“Takeout sounds much quicker.”
He smiled. “I saw an Italian restaurant on the way here.”
She grinned. “I bet you know what I like.”
He winked. “I know a lot about what you like.”
His attention drifted to his smartphone, pressed a few buttons, and pressed the receiver to his ear. As he ordered stuffed shells, her favorite Italian dish, Naomi sauntered to the mini-fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She leaned against the counter, taking a few sips.
She refocused on her
surroundings. The studio-style hotel room had walls made of brick, the hotel walls were Sheetrock and the paint color was a drab eggshell white. Of course faux paintings hung about to give it a homelike feel, but it felt drab. This wasn’t her place. She didn’t own it. Someone else did. She longed for a place she could call home and decorate the way she wanted. She couldn’t do that living in hotels, and finally she realized her departure from the Elite Compound may have been premature.
She had no plans, other than to find out what or whom their Alpha was trying to keep at bay. Under the restriction of the Belt, she was forced to follow a chain of commands, but by breaking free she could take her investigation to a whole new level.
And breaking free had been well worth it. Her decision had gotten one of their enemies captured. If Blake and his crew hadn’t been there tonight, she wondered if she would have failed or succeeded. What would have become of her Wolf Spirit if Mr. White Cap had gotten the upper hand?
Blake completed his call and moved closer to her, his eyebrows pulling in toward the center. “Are you being tracked?”
“Eventually, I probably will be. Nathan won’t be able to cover for me too long. I need to lie low.”
“So you’ll stay here?”
She bit her bottom lip. “For now.”
“Come with me.” He slipped his arms around her waist and brought them closer together.
She put the bottle on top of the fridge behind her. “Where? To your Pack?” Her last question was an exaggeration. Arnou and Caedmon didn’t mix. Everyone knew that.
“Yeah.”
“I was only kidding. Your people would probably stone me for having the gall to show up.”
“Says who? You escaped Arnou and you’re not wearing the Belt. That means you’re a lone wolf without a Pack.”
“I escaped yesterday,” she said. “Building a low-key profile takes time. Weren’t you on the run a couple years as a lone wolf before going to Caedmon?”
“Yeah, but the stakes were much higher then. Arnou was more likely to kill anyone who crossed him.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “And now he’s not?”
The hue in Blake’s eyes shifted from dark brown to a mixture of dusky reds. “I have a good feeling he understands who his true enemies are.”
“How so?”
“No wolf can harness denial that long.”
“You’re right. Like my Alpha, I’ve been in denial too long. Finally, the answers to my questions are coming together.”
“I’m here for you, Naomi.” He held her gaze. “I want to be right next to you when you need me.”
“I need you now, Blake.” Her fingers played against the back of his neck. “I thought it was possible for us to live our separate lives and then come together for the thing that satisfies us the most. I was wrong.” She pulled his face to hers and brushed her cheek against his. “The mating urge burns inside of me long after we’ve parted. The longer you want something you don’t have, the more you long for it. When I’m not with you, my heart feels devoid of love and excitement. Those are feelings I’ve only known with you. An empty heart is a dangerous thing. If it’s left unattended for too long, coldness begins to fill the void. When you’re filled with coldness, you tend to act without reason and do things you wouldn’t normally do, like…” She pressed her lips together and swallowed.
Blake handed her his undivided attention. He was always good about that, but meetings in the past had been swift with one intended purpose. To couple. To have sex. To join in temporary union where one soul met another in the throes of passion. Tonight, there was no time limits.
“Like what?”
“I’ve carried out many missions for my Alpha under my brother’s crew. If you remember correctly, the Arnou family has gained many enemies over the years. Just like the Caedmon have their lines of business across many different industries from construction to manufacturing, so do the Arnou. The only difference is the legality of it. The families investments are in legal firms, but their day-to-day operations mirror organized crime and illegal gambling.”
“I know. I was once an Elite. I know about the missions.”
She and Blake never talked Pack matters. They decided long ago to leave Pack business out of their relationship. There was never any time for it in the past. After all, they were both aware of how the two Packs remained financially stable.
“So you’re aware Tristan has a long list of backbiters and detractors? He either eliminates or cripples them physically, mentally, or financially.”
“Like a chess game,” Blake said. “All of his pawns fall while he remains standing.”
“He doesn’t like to be stripped of what he believes belongs to him, that’s for sure.”
Blake nodded. “It’s mostly the reason why Aiden and I had to lie low for so long back then. Arnou was furious about us taking off before we were to take the Belt. He would’ve killed or crippled us if he could, just like these backbiters. We knew too much. It’s why Elites and Enforcers can only leave from under his command in two ways—”
“Retirement or death.” Naomi’s heart clouded with apprehension. But she only let her reservations last for a moment. “I didn’t escape to give up now. I’m prepared to defend my life if it means gaining my complete freedom.”
“And I’ll defend your life with mine.”
“You were right. I should’ve gone with Aiden and you that night. I should’ve left then. But my brother…He wanted that position so much. When I was caught leaving, all I could think about was how ashamed my dad would be.”
“It’s okay…” Blake lifted her chin gently and kissed her.
“You were so patient with me. On the night my crew was sentenced for disobeying orders, I finally realized the Compound I was living in wasn’t to protect me from the outside world. It was to control me and my actions like a game. No matter what Arnou’s aims are, whether good or bad, I let someone control my actions that night and I’m sorry I did that.”
“Let’s stop all the talking.” He bent to pick her up and walked toward the bath area with her cradled in his arms.
Naomi slid to her to her feet and turned the dial on the shower. “We’ve both got grime all over us. We can kill two birds with one stone…like old times.”
He grinned. “Pleasing you thoroughly will be my priority.”
They watched each other undress then moved to the shower. She pulled himself and he slid the vinyl door closed while captured her lips with his.
Her mouth stung from his sweet demanding kisses, but she wanted something more.
Blake dropped to his knees, clutched her hips, and pressed his forehead to her belly. He tickled her with his warm breath, awakening a nest of butterflies there. The water beat against her back as he kissed her mound. Her palms caressed the top of his head. Chards of desire rushed through her as his mouth traveled lower and his tongue found her slit. His fingers gripped her ass firmly, and his tongue dipped deep inside her, sampling her honey.
She gasped when a feral growl escaped his lips, the feeling of it vibrating through her pussy and through her spine. “Blake.”
He moved his tongue in and out of her sex, and her hips moved. A carnal rapture seized her the moment he found her aching clit. He teased and flicked it with his tongue. He pushed her back against the wall of the shower and she was spread wide like a feast. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and pleased her with his lips and tongue like a hungry beast.
Her muscles began to tighten, readying her for ultimate release. He left nothing untouched, devouring her pussy. Quick, precise flicks to her clit took her over the edge, and she screamed in passion.
As her climax subsided, he continued to soothe her pulsing pussy with his mouth. Needing more of his touch, she pulled him up and kissed him hungrily. She tasted her desire on his tongue, heady and sweet at the same time. The intoxicating taste brought her wolf roaring to the surface. Her wolf detected something different and unusual in her mate. There was a powerful element to his Spirit that wasn’t there the last time. Her canines dropped through her gums, and a heated frenzy engulfed her loins.
“I need you as a wolf. Mate as we are, in our true forms,” she whispered against his lips.
“Yes.” Blake dragged his fingers through her hair, stopped at the ends, and lifted them to his nose. He inhaled deeply. “We’ll do this. My wolf. Your wolf. We’ll run together like we used to. Soon.”
“In the meantime don’t keep me waiting.” Naomi gave him a devilish smile and turned around slowly.
“Gods, Naomi.” He growled, his lips falling to rest against her shoulder.
Heated kisses turned soft as he kissed a trail along her shoulders and across the back of her neck. The shower tiles grew slippery against her hold as she fought to stay upright. Desire pulsed through her heart and sizzled in her veins. She parted her legs when his hands slid down her backside.
“Blake,” she called out in surprise as two fingers speared her pussy.
“Always ready.” He groaned. “I love that.”
“More.” She rocked her hips upward, accepting his fingers deep inside her.
“I’ll give more.” He alternated between nips and licks on her back. “Patience…” His long cock, hard as a brick, pressed against her backside.
She arched her back and rubbed her backside against him. “Fuck me hard. Later, we can take our time.”
“Hmm.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair again and knotted it around his wrist. “I know exactly how rough you like it.”
Her canines ripped through her gums completely, but she didn’t care. She loved that she could let her animal instincts loose with Blake. He understood her inside and out. “Is that all you’ve got? Pull harder.”
He snatched her head back more and gave her mouth a long swipe with his tongue. A ripple of pleasure shot across her body. She met his tongue with hers, and they exchanged deep kisses. The head of his cock brushed against her soaking slit, teasing her. Blake pulled her hair away from the back of her neck, closed the distance between them, and pressed his lips to her nape. He licked her neck with long wet strokes while his free hand stroked her swollen clit. A combination of her hair being pulled tightly and her bud being worked expertly drove her into carnal madness.
He orchestrated her like music and she came in his hand. The orgasm caught her completely off guard, and she could do nothing but surrender. And surrender her body did. Her legs became unsteady under her.
Inch by inch he took her, sliding into her needy pussy. As the sensations rocked her, she bit into her lip. He slammed his hips to hers and elicited a scream that ripped from her throat. Several seconds passed before her juices coated him enough to accommodate his thick size. He grabbed her hips and pulled them firmly to his pelvis pushing deeper. Her teeth scraped her bottom lip as he hit a nerve that enflamed her core and raced throughout her body.
Naomi panted. “Fuck yes…”
She spread her feet wider and he pumped deep and long. His heavy sac slapped against her clit and mound, taking her again into pre-orgasmic sensations. Rough palms soothed her breasts and Blake rolled her nipples between his fingers.
She pushed her palms against the wall and ground her pussy against him. “Harder.”
Blake growled. “I’m doing this.”
The sound of his voice caused her body convulse, sending her close to the edge.
He pushed her body into the wall, smashing her breasts and face against the wet tiles. One hand remained firm on her hip while the other hand remained tangled in her hair. He pounded into her harder, increasing the tempo. She was in such a state of elation she could barely utter anything coherent. In and out he pushed her toward another orgasm and then slowed to tease her.
“Is this what you need daily?” he rasped into her ear. “I can fuck you all day, every day.”
“Yes…”
He let go of her hair and grabbed her hands. Their fingers interloped together, and she turned to meet his lips. In this position, the kiss was angled and wet, and they both fought for control.