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“Some days I am more wolf than woman, and I am still learning how to stop apologizing for my wild.” ― Nikita Gill

Gwen

Axel palms his ear, closes his eyes, then mutters. “Yeah. Thank fuck… Copy that… I will. Signing off.”

Removing his elbows from his knees, Special Agent Hunter lifts his face and glares at me. “A little heads-up might’ve been warranted, Dr. Wulf.”

“Wait. You guys didn’t know?” Holy shit, no wonder they were freaking out. “I just assumed Calliope told you what I did.”

“Not a clue.” My husband’s eyes tear as he squeezes my hands.

Behind him, the dark-haired Fed continues to shake his head back and forth. “By the time she realized you had made a change, the hackers had locked her out.”

“But my plan worked, right? Tell me you found the lost missiles?” I hope I didn’t go through all this for nothing.

Scott nods, his sunken eyes looking every bit as shell-shocked as I feel. “They shot down one over DC. The second one would’ve exploded over New York.”

The fact we were so close to annihilation makes me realize our side has a lot of work to do to catch up with these hackers.

Ready to go to work, I grab my husband’s headset. “Is Callie still online? I need to-”

“Whatever it is, it can wait. Hunt? I’m going to need a moment to ah… talk to my wife. I’ll be right back.” My wolfman’s fingers touch mine, his eyes heat, and as his cock jumps to attention, heat pools between my legs.

A nod, along with a slight smirk, help to convey his friend’s understanding. “The rest of the team is about sixty seconds out. Forensics will be right behind them. Don’t worry, I’ll hold them off.”

Axel’s hand in mine, I rush between the cubes to the back of the building, where I lower my eye to the sensor. When the lab door swings open, I tug him by the waistband.

By the time the steel slams shut, my hero has me pressed to the wall. He cups my cheeks and places wild, yet gentle, kisses all over my face.

“We’re both injured. How’re we going to manage sex?” With my shoes kicked away, I slip off my pants before freeing his hardened desire from his jeans.

“I suspect we’ll figure it out.” His voice, laced with longing, strikes a deep chord at my center.

Unable to wait, I wrap my legs around his waist. As I lock my ankles behind his back, he fingers my wet folds, then moans. “God, you feel so damn good.”

The words ignite a fire that can only be quenched by becoming one. Our tongues tangle. The heat grows.

“Is any of this important?” When he points to some manuals on the bench, I shake my head no.

A second later, he sweeps everything to the floor. Placing my butt on the wood, he tears off my shirt and releases my bra. As my boobs bounce free, he steps between my legs. His mouth devours my breasts. Zings of desire flood my senses. I fist his hair to drag his mouth up to mine. We almost died. I need to connect, to inhale, to taste.

Soon after, he bends my knees and lowers to a more intimate kiss. There, his tongue works me to madness. My clit blossoms to the precipice of orgasmic splendor while he inserts his index finger into me.

When he curls it into the perfect spot, I thrash, grasping the edge of the bench. “Axel, oh God. Don’t stop.”

“Come for me.” His gruff voice topples me over the cliff.

My inner walls contract. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I barely notice when he slides me off the bench. My chest to the wood, I dig my nails into the back of his thighs. Pace faster, he pistons inside me. When my second orgasm looms, I hold back until he roars.

High beyond all reason, I cry out, “Holy crap.”

“Babe.” Stiffening, he shudders and shoots his seed.

We’re so high on each other that all we can do is pant until our bodies finish the echoes of each other’s dance. Some hours or moments later, he’s the first to stir.

When he pulls out, I cup his untrimmed beard and lock onto those beautiful gray eyes. “I love you so much, Axel Wulf.”

“I love you back—more than I can ever say. Just promise me you will never go looking for a missing neighbor-slash-foreign-agent in a survivalists’-slash-day-spa ever again.”

“I think I can safely agree to those terms, wolfman.” Grinning, I search for my clothes.