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I closed the door behind him and sagged against it. I pressed my cheek to the cool wood, my pulse still racing.

I had no idea what I wanted.

And I wasn’t exactly sure how we’d left things.

But standing there with North’s come sliding down my thighs, I had to admit that I was pretty damn confused.

CHAPTER FIVE

North

The next morning, I hurried into the squad room. We’d gotten a call out.

I’d spent the night tryingnotto think of Jessica Ramos. Definitely not thinking of her tight pussy, her sweet cries, or the scratches she’d left on my back.

I turned the corner, and heard my squad talking. Marc’s voice was louder than the rest, and he was yammering on about something.

Then I saw Jess. My insides locked.

Everyone stood at their lockers, strapping on their armor and checking their weapons. Jess was sliding a knife into the sheath on her thigh. The thigh that had been wrapped around my head while I’d eaten her last night.

“Hey,” Jameson said. “There you are. I was about to send out a search party.”

I gave him a chin lift.

Jess looked up, and our eyes locked for a second before she looked away.

“Did you get lucky, Connors?” Marc asked, grinning at me. “You look…different. And you’re never late.”

“I’m here, and where I put my dick is none of your business.” I opened my locker.

“Ooh, I take it back. You’re too uptight to have gotten lucky.”

I toed off my shoes and tossed one at him.

Marc dodged with a laugh.

I methodically pulled my armor and combat boots on, then got my medical backpack out. I’d already re-stocked it, I did that every time we returned from a mission, but I still always double-checked it before we headed out.

“Okay, everyone, listen up,” Jameson said.

We all gathered around.

Jess stood beside me, and I tried not to notice her proximity. It was impossible. I could smell her, hear her breathing.

Out of our systems, my ass.

Jameson’s rugged face was set in serious lines. His gaze flicked to me for a second, then Zeke, before he looked at the others. “We have two children missing from the town of St. Albans.”

My gut curdled. Old memories scratched at me with sharp claws.

“The two boys are ten and eleven. Their names are Joe and Hudson. They snuck out past the town wall, and some of their belongings were found abandoned in a field.” He paused. “There were monster prints nearby.”

“Jesus,” Kai murmured.

Across from me, Zeke sucked in a deep breath. He’d been snatched by a monster when he was twelve. He’d survived, but he never, ever talked about it.

“We’re not giving up hope.” Jameson looked at me again. “We’re going to do everything to find them and bring them home to their families.”