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My heart skipped a beat.

“It broke me losing my mother. You have every right to grieve. The only difference is you’ve got me, your family is this pack and your sister. And that sister of yours keeps pestering me to seeyou.” He rolled his eyes. “By the way, that nephew of yours, he’s cute as fuck.”

I giggled and wrapped my arms around my mate. “Yeah, he’s cute. When I talked to him on the phone, the other day he said he was ready to go to an actual school. Are you sure it’s safe for him around here?”

Locke gave me a look, one that I knew would get me in a heap of trouble later for even thinking the area around here isn’t safe.

He better not edge me. My poor body can’t take it.

“Of course it is. It’s one school building for all grades. Police are there and if it makes you feel more comfortable, we can station some prospects out there until things die down.”

I nodded and took a breath. “Until my father is caught, the cartel and all, I think it would be for the best.”

Locke smirked, a fang descending from his lip. “Baby, you don’t need to worry about that. Your alpha has that all taken care of.”

I raised a brow, and he pulled me down over the bed. My ass was in the air and he landed a large slap to it. I could feel it ripple and Locke massaged away the sting. “Now, let me have some fun with this.

Locke stood and I heard him put his hand in his jeans, listening to the fabric between his fingers. I could hear everything so much clearer now, it was multiplied times twenty.

“That’s it, don’t move. In fact—” he went to the drawer and pulled out a set of handcuffs.

I picked my head off the bed. “Hey those are—”

“From your RV? Yeah, I had someone grab them. Amongst other things.” His voice was dark, and I heard the clink of the cuffs. He grabbed my wrists, firmly planting them behind my back and locked them in place. I heard them click and my breath hitched.

Locke’s dominant side was coming to the surface, and a shiver of anticipation ran down my spine as I lay there, helpless and at his mercy. His touch was firm, yet gentle as he explored every inch of my exposed skin. His lips trailed fiery kisses along my back, igniting a hunger deep within me that only he could satisfy.

“Hold still,” he rasped and picked up the phone from the bed. He parted my cheeks and I heard the click of his phone. “Perfect.”

He. Did. Not.

“Have a look.” He brought the phone up to me and showed the picture he just took. Of course, it was my backside with a plug, and at the base it said, ‘Luna’ on it. “You like it? I’ll get you more.”

I rolled my eyes and wiggled. He gave me another hard smack, and I squealed.

My body was already responding. It always did. Even in the nights where we slept together in this cabin. I couldn’t recall how many times I woke up with his face between my thighs, his tongue licking my slit like a starved man, then knotting me over and over.

Depression did not slow down my sex drive, and the sex was a great distraction. Abuela would have been happy for me.

This plug, though, this was something new.

“If you are a good girl, I’ll let you come.”

I arched my back, wordlessly begging for more. His painfully hard erection dug into my ass as he kissed my back, licking, sucking and trailing painfully slow kisses down my skin.

“Locke,” I whined and wiggled my ass.

“I haven’t even got to the middle of your back and I can already smell you. You’ve stunk up the whole room, haven’t you?” One hand rested on my hip, the other trailed up my inner thigh. Hestood back and watched his painstakingly slow hands reach up to my slit.

“My gods, you are just dripping. What a sweet luna you are, getting all wet for your alpha to knot you.”

I panted, my back arching off the bed. I could feel the usually soft blankets feel rough on my pierced nipples.

“Locke, please,” I begged.

He hummed, swirling his finger around my arousal and placing the pad of his finger on my clit. “You beg so prettily. You only beg for my knot, don’t you? Never for anything else.”

I whined and pushed back.