Page 94 of Night Sector

Then it’s a good thing I have a lot of knives.

Mmm. A good thing indeed,I whispered back at her.But first, I need to knot you again.

In my nest,she told me.I need… your scent. In my nest.

I pressed my lips to hers, my kiss gentler than before.I would be honored to scent your nest, Kyra.

She smiled, the motion a bit shy.Thank you, Alpha.

This time, I didn’t make her say my name. She meant the title as a compliment. An endearment of sorts. And I welcomed the sentiment.

Just as I welcomed the opportunity to mark her nest.

Over and over again.

Until both of us were too exhausted to move.

Only then did I pull her into my arms and whisper, “I’ve changed my mind. I do want a mate. I want you.”

But she was already asleep.

Her mind beautifully quiet.

“Sweet dreams, little killer,” I told her, my purr igniting at her back. “There will be no nightmares today. Or ever again. Because I’m here. And I’m here to stay.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR

KYRA

Lorcan stood beside my nest,his knot an engorged distraction I tried to ignore. But it was right there in front of my face, too huge for me to miss. So, really, he couldn’t blame me for staring at it.

In typical Lorcan behavior, he arched his eyebrow. “See something you want?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “But I’m not done yet.”

I bent to retrieve one of his recently worn shirts—he’d been staying in my nest while I was gone, waiting for me to come back—and added it to the corner of my nest.

All traces of Fare were gone, completely replaced by Lorcan. At least in my nest.

My mind would take time. Fortunately, I’d spent the better part of the last century overcoming my experiences with Fare.

What he’d done to me this last week had paled in comparison to our history. I could handle his venom. And it seemed I could handle his compulsion, too.

Something had clicked during my forced heat. Some sort of switch I hadn’t realized I possessed.

I’d told Lorcan about how my wolf seemed to take over, her fury providing me with the strength to overcome Fare’s mind control.

I couldn’t feel him now, likely because he wasn’t actively trying to engage me.

This definitely wasn’t over. But I felt more confident. More in control. Morealive.

I’d escaped him.

That meant I could do it again.

Although, Lorcan seemed pretty fixated on not leaving my side until Fare was dead. He hadn’t voiced that opinion aloud, but I’d overheard it in his thoughts.

Along with several other proclamations he hadn’t mentioned out loud yet.