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EIGHT

Jensen

The towel around my waist slips as my mate steps closer, and I let it fall. My arms are wrapped around Dillon, and I’m not about to let her go to fix it.

My wolf paws at me, commanding me to claim her again.

“I need you,” she whispers.

“You have me. All of me.”

“And you have me. I love you, Jensen.”

“Fuck, I love you, too, mate.”

I smooth her fiery red hair away from her face and kiss her. She moans against my lips, and I tug her closer.

We back up, hitting the door.

She laughs, pulling away. “Bedroom?”

“Uh-huh,” I agree.

I follow her out of the bathroom and across the hall to her room. I'm on her as soon as the door clicks shut behind us.

We crash onto the bed, and she wraps herself around me. My cock rubs against her leggings, and I growl. I want to rip them off her, but I know they’re her favorite pair.

Rip them. We can buy her more, my wolf growls.

Dillon breaks the kiss, sucking in a sharp breath. She wiggles against me until I pull back, and I watch as she pulls off her shirt and sports bra. I smile when I see my bite mark on her neck.

Mine.

Dillon lifts her hips and shimmies out of her leggings and underwear. She kicks them to the floor, leans back on her elbows, and stares at me. “What are you waiting for?”

I grin. “Just trying to figure out which part of you I want to kiss first.”

“How about you start with my lips?”

“Good idea.”

I grab her ankles, throw her legs over my shoulders, and dive head-first into her sweet pussy.

“Jensen!” she shouts in surprise.

I don’t answer. I’m too busy licking up her honeyed juices. She tastes so sugary, so perfect.

So mine.

My tongue wiggles into her snug hole before I lick up to her clit and back down. Her breaths are coming faster and faster, and her thighs are shaking around my head. She’s close.

I wrap my arm around her leg, and my thumb finds her clit. I press down on the little ball of nerves and rub tight circles. My tongue keeps fucking in and out of her, and it doesn’t take long before she’s coming all over my face.

Thank fuck because I’m close to the edge.

I lick her one last time, climb to my knees, grab my cock, and slam into her.

“Jensen!”

My wolf howls in my head.

Dillon’s green eyes are dark with passion, like the forest after a hard rain. I keep my eyes on her, watching her face as I pound into her. Her tits bounce with each thrust, and her pussy clamps greedily around my length.

“I’m so close,” she gasps.

I grit my teeth. I’m close, too, but I need to get my mate off before I come. Dillon always comes first.

Her nails bite into my arms, and my wolf growls. He loves that she’s marking us like we’ve marked her.

“Harder,” she begs.

I do as she asks and fuck her harder. Wrapping her leg around my hip, I rut into her deeper, rougher, harsher.

“Oh! Oh, oh, oh!” she gasps.

One more thrust is all it takes to send her over the edge. Her juices flood my cock, and I groan her name as I follow her into oblivion. I keep moving inside her, prolonging our pleasure.

“Hmmm,” she hums happily.

I smile, kissing her softly as I pull out and collapse on my side next to her. “You’re so beautiful, mate.”

Her eyes soften. “So are you,” she says, cuddling closer.

I enjoy the quiet rightness of being with Dillon like this. My wolf curls up inside me, entirely at peace now my mate is in my arms.

I look at the clock and sigh when I see the time. “I need to leave soon.”

“For what? It’s so late.”

“Almost midnight,” I agree. “Miles and I have patrol.”

Dillon snuggles closer. “Do you have to go?”

“Unfortunately. Hopefully, this will be over soon, and we can spend more time together.”

“Hopefully,” she agrees, kissing my chest. “You think it’s almost over?”

“We think so. We’ve had around-the-clock patrols, so who knows how many more members were picked up today. We’re not stopping until they’re all caught. Then you’ll be safe. We’ll all be safe.”

“Good.”

“Are you nervous about being here?” I ask her. “Do you want to leave town? I know you guys were just passing through town.”

“We were. That was the plan, anyway.”

“It can still be the plan. We can go wherever you want.”

“No,” she says, surprising me. “We’ll stay. This is your home. The people here are your family.”

“You’re my family. You and what you want take precedence. Always,” I assure her.

“I know. I want to stay here.”

“Then we stay,” I whisper, pressing my lips against hers in a too-short kiss. “But first, I need to make it safe for us.”

She sighs as I pull away. My wolf begs me to stay. I wish I could.

We need to make sure she’s safe, I remind him.

I tuck the covers around Dillon so tightly that she can barely move. She giggles as I brush my nose against hers.

“I’ll be back in the morning. I’ll bring you breakfast in bed.”

“Hmm, I can think of a better way to have you wake me up,” she says seductively.

I grin. “Okay, I’ll do that.”

“I look forward to it.”

“Me, too.”

I kiss her soundly, and she sighs as I pull away to get dressed. I finish in a minute and kiss her goodbye one last time before I slip out of the room.

Miles is already waiting by the front door. He passes me a to-go cup of coffee, and we head out the front door.

“I heard the day shift only rounded up fifteen members,” Miles says.

“How many are left? Maybe thirty or forty?”

“We think so.”

“We need to end this tonight. I don’t want to leave my mate every night.”

“Agreed.”

“Hey,” Logan says as he joins us.

“Hey, headed out for a shift, too?” I ask.

“Yeah. Have you heard any news?”

“Fifteen members were caught today,” Miles replies.

“They must be getting pretty desperate over there,” Logan says. “Their numbers are dwindling. Harris said he heard some families packed up and left. They don’t want to be part of this war.”

“Smart of them,” I muse.

Harris approaches us on the sidewalk, coffee in his hand. “Did you hear the news?”

“What news?” Miles asks warily.

“The Red Fog Pack burned down another house and attacked a family on the east side.”

“Dammit,” I hiss.

“The family is all right,” Harris continues. “Shaken up, but they’re okay.”

Logan sighs. “That’s good.”

The atmosphere changes, growing heavy. We’re all determined to end this. Tonight.

We enter the forest and walk to our patrol locations. Miles and I head east, and Harris and Logan head west. We nod as we pass a few exhausted-looking pack members on the way to our assigned area.

Miles and I are silent as we scan the area for movement. It’s quiet for a few hours before we catch movement straight ahead. I share a look with Miles, and we tense as we watch the shadows move closer.

They step into the clearing, and I freeze when I realize who it is.

The Alpha of the Red Fog Pack.

His son steps out behind him, and a few more members file out to join them. I frown as I size them up, noticing several humans with guns.

Miles looks at me, and I know we’re thinking the same thing.

We shift at the same time, howling to alert the rest of the pack.

Then, we attack.