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Just a couple more thrusts down and the tingles would crest and… yes, there is was… I cried out as the wave of pleasure pushed me over the edge. The sensation in my clitoris exploded, sending my vagina pulsing around Malone’s hard length.
He clung to me, using his strength to push into me a couple more times before he exploded inside me, his mouth stretching open wide and his eyes squeezed shut. I watched him as my own orgasm rocked me, making me weak.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly. “Fuck.”
Chapter Twelve
“What’s that noise?” I asked as we basked in our post coital glow.
Linking my hand with his, Malone held it in the air and examined my fingernails. “You’ve got such dainty hands.”
“Can’t you hear that?” Sitting up, I shook my head to clear it of the organismic cloud that made it hard to think.
Malone lifted his head from the pillow, his heavy eyelids widening as the click of the front door sounded.
“Honey!” a dreadful voice called, “I’m home!”
Scrambling from the bed, I spelled myself into clothes just as Kieran burst into the room. Malone was on his feet, a scowl marring his face as he stood motionless.
“Well.” Kieran raised his eyebrows and put his hands on his hips. “I can see why you’ve been besotted by the alpha.”
My palms soaked with perspiration as my blood rushed in my ears. How the fuck had the bastard gained entrance into my home? And how the fuck had he known we were here?
“Don’t!” Kieran warned when Malone’s legs bent, ready to pounce.
Waving my hand, I whispered a spell that covered my mate’s modesty with clothes as he paused, becoming completely ridged once more.
“Ah, I just love it when you do that.” Kieran opened his jacket and leant against the doorframe. His mousey brown hair was long, flicking in his eyes. I supposed the werewolf council didn’t much care about their prisoners’ personal care.
“How are you here?” I blurted, my voice wobbly when my gaze caught a silver strap over his chest.
He moved slightly, revealing a crudely cut square of silver… no wait, several blocks of… Was that a homemade bomb?
I shivered as Malone glanced at me, his eyebrows raised. He had seen it also. The werewolf was threatening me by putting his own life in danger. If he died, there was a chance that I could, too.
“You underestimate how powerful you are,” Kieran said. “Which means I can tap into your magic and feel where you are.”
Swallowing down the bile that pushed up my throat, I almost coughed. “Don’t lie. I’ve hardly been using my magic.”
Tilting his head to the side, Kieran looked at me. “True. I have an old friend who has been helping me. When I saw you at the werewolf headquarters, I was overcome with a strange feeling of finding my… I dunno…” Waving his hand, he glanced to the ceiling. “… other half.”
Fuck, no.
Malone thrust forward, barely stopping himself before he reached the werewolf.
Kieran didn’t even flinch as he watched the alpha, except for the slight lift of his lip, which revealed his elongated wolf teeth.
“Malone,” I said through gritted teeth, “he’s winding you up on purpose. You know there’s not a chance in ten trillion years that I would go near him. You are my mate.”
If Kieran set the bomb off, it would kill all of us, including Malone. I didn’t want my mate to die because of me.
Tensing his shoulders, Malone clenched his hands into fists and reversed away from Kieran. The jeans I’d dressed him in hung low on his hips, revealing the line of his underwear. I hadn’t quite had the inclination to put a top on him, too.
“You do know I feel sick every time I use my magic?” I asked Kieran.
Our enemy stepped into the room and studied the witch trinkets that lined my dresser. When he picked up my mother’s grimoire, I lurched forward, snatching it from his hand.