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Sera’s car was back in the morning, but Seth was nowhere to be found. By noon, she felt a twinge of worry for him. What if the Brotherhood had tracked him down? It was hard to believe they’d attack him in broad daylight in the middle of Portland, but Sera had believed stranger things.
But when the sun sank and he hadn’t returned, she was forced to admit that he probably wouldn’t be returning. He’d only been in Portland to track down his pack mates, and now that they’d been found, he likely took them home.
Sera couldn’t deny her disappointment. She never got his number and he was unlikely to have hers. When she wasn’t thinking of Seth, her mind went to the man who’d tried to kill her only two nights before. She hadn’t been afraid as long as Seth was there, but she hated being alone. Especially in a strange house, with a strange kitchen and a strange bed.
Not to mention the strange reminders of her sister’s secret life.
She’d found a large, rawhide bone tucked under the bed, half of it gnawed away. This would be a perfectly normal thing to have in a home with a dog the size of a German Shepherd, but Aiza didn’t have a dog.
There was another, smaller shock collar in the guest bedroom—or what Sera had assumed was the guest bedroom. As she went through the drawers and closet, it became clear that a man had lived there—or at least slept there regularly—but none of the clothes bore the sign of the Brotherhood or any other clue.
Looking for a distraction, she went to the kitchen and said a quick prayer of thanks for Seth’s earlier trip to the grocery store. Sera grabbed the eggs, cheese and bacon, her mouth watering for an omelet, and the lights flashed out. A split second later, thunder boomed, close enough to rattle the windows and send Sera’s heart to her throat, and the eggs fell forgotten from her fingers.
“Woo, okay, calm down. It’s just thunder. No reason to be all jumpy.” She took a deep breath, grabbed her phone for its light and left the kitchen, seeking the comfort of Aiza’s plush couch and cozy afghan. She sank into the deep cushions and tried to tell herself that the rain was soothing and the lightning was just a free fireworks show, but her nerves were raw and a tension headache began to develop behind her eyes.
Just then, a loud crash that had nothing to do with thunder jarred her to her feet.
It came from the back of the house. It might have been the storm blowing over the garbage cans, but Sera wasn’t taking any chances. She detoured to the kitchen for a knife and made her way to the back of the house.
“Who’s out there?” she shouted over the fury of the storm. “I have a gun, asshole!”
“Don’t shoot! It’s just me.”
“Seth? What are you doing here? Why are you slinking around the back?” She flung the door open. “Get in here, get in here.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He slammed the door behind him and removed his hood; she was struck again by how gorgeous he was. Somehow she’d forgotten just how unbelievable his cheekbones, strong nose, full lips and gray eyes were. “Do you really have a gun?”
She shook her head, showing him the knife.
“Well, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to get you one.”
“What? Why? What’s going on? Was there somebody out there?”
“I didn’t see anybody, but I think I caught the scent of two different wolves. Don’t worry, if they come around again, they’ll have to deal with me.”
“What are you doing here?”
He frowned down at her. “Do you want me to go?”
“No, of course not. I thought...I didn’t think you’d be coming back.”
Seth tilted his head, still considering her. “I didn’t think I’d be coming back, either. But once I got Chen home, all I could think about was getting back here to you.”
“Do you...do you want to get out of those wet clothes?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
She took him by the hand and led him down the hallway to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and Sera hesitated for a moment—until he took her other hand and guided it to his belt. She reacted automatically, pulling the leather strap free and popping the top button of his jeans.
After that, everything seemed so easy. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down while he toed off his boots. His shirt followed, and though it was almost completely dark in the room, she knew his body well enough to see every inch of him clearly.
Once his clothes were gone, he began undressing her. As soon as she felt the brush of his fingers against her skin, shivers went down her back and goosebumps erupted across her chest. The pads of his fingers were a little rough, but his blunt nails were as smooth as polished stone. Standing toe to toe, she realized just how tall he was, and she had to tilt her head back to angle her mouth for his kiss.
At first, his mouth was tentative. Almost shy. She parted her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss, shuddering at the first brush of his tongue. She took a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the scent of his soap. Somehow, that seemed more intimate than the pressure of his mouth against hers and it drove home the fact that she was truly standing there, locked in his arms, yielding to his hard body.
And it felt right.
More than right.
It felt like coming home.
The thought wasn’t exactly soothing. What if he left the next morning and didn’t come back again? What if this was just a fling for him? Some sort of fun diversion?
But he touched her like he didn’t want to stop, and so she decided to put her doubts aside and turn herself over to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and desire rolling through her.
When he broke the kiss to catch his breath, she pulled him toward the bed. He followed her to the mattress, their mouths fusing together as they fell. He gripped her hips and rolled onto his back, settling her on top of him with a satisfied grunt.
She swiveled her hips, grinding against his stiff member. Heat flooded her, and her slick juices coated his length, preparing him for her tight entrance.
Their passionate kisses continued while they learned each other’s bodies with yearning hands. He cupped her breasts against his palms, squeezing them with just enough pressure to make her moan, while her fingers sought out the lines of his chiseled muscles, looking for any tender point or spot of vulnerability.
She only moved away from his mouth because she needed to taste his jaw and his throat; needed to lick the sweat from his Adam’s apple.
“Are you ready?” he rasped.
Sera moaned, feeling as though she’d been born ready for this moment. She reached between their bodies, taking his shaft in her fist. His flesh pulsed against her palm, and his head was slick with his pre-cum. She stroked him slowly, her pussy clenching with anticipation with each slide of her hand. He moaned, his hips rising, seeking out more of her heat.
“God, Sera. I need to be inside of you.”
She barely heard him beneath the buzzing in her eyes. Her mouth suddenly felt parched, and her fingers trembled where she touched him. With a deep breath, she shifted her hips and slid his head down to her entrance.
She braced herself against his chest and pushed back. His head breached her entrance, enough to make both of them gasp, but he slipped out. She reached for him again, gripping him tightly as she took in the head of his cock. With him securely positioned, she moved back, inch by slow inch, until he was fully sheathed.
In that moment, lightning flashed, illuminating them and burning that moment into Sera’s memory forever.
She didn’t realize how much she truly wanted—truly needed—to feel him until he was buried inside of her. She arched her back, mouth open in silent amazement as their bodies found a natural tempo. The steady, unrelenting rhythm brought out something primitive inside of her. She clawed at him, bouncing faster and harder, surrendering completely to the primal, basic rhythm.
The storm picked up intensity, the wind howling like a mighty wolf, the rain beating relentlessly against the roof. The crashing thunder obscured her shouts of pleasure, each one tearing through her. She couldn’t hear him over the chaos outside, but she felt his groans and grunts vibrating through his solid chest.
She leaned forward, pressing her chest to his, hungrily seeking out his mouth, burying her fingers in his hair, twining through the strands as their tongues dueled.
Seth’s hands moved from her hips, sliding up her back and over her shoulders, then down her arms. His strong fingers locked around her wrists. Without breaking their tempo, he flipped them over, pinning her to the mattress. She arched beneath him, rising up to meet his downward stroke, keening with pleasure as he impaled her.
Sera felt herself ascending to another level, where there were only bliss and desire and needs answered. For a moment, she was beyond the pain and confusion of losing Aiza, the fear of being hunted by a wolf pack, and even the loneliness she thought she’d made peace with. Caught up in the torrent of their shared passion, Sera forgot everything but the raw, electric heat of their bodies joining.
Her scream at the moment of climax was muffled by his mouth, and she unleashed the full force of her orgasm against his rock-hard body. He shuddered, pumping into her until they were both completely spent.
It was a long time until either one of them could speak.
“What happened?”
Seth sighed, revealing the depth of his exhaustion. “Can we talk about it in the morning?”
A part of Sera didn’t want to talk about it at all. She wished they could remain exactly like that, blissed out and peaceful. “If you’re going to be here in the morning.”
“I’m going to be here in the morning,” Seth promised.
Sera buried her face against his chest, nuzzling in as close as she could. “I feel...good. For the first time in a long time.”
“Me, too.”
The regular beat of his heart lulled her to sleep, despite the persistent flashes of lightning. The storm faded from her awareness until she was lost in the darkness, warm and tired, past the point of dreaming.
It felt like she’d only visited this twilight land for a few seconds before a crashing boom shattered her peace and pulled her into a seated position. A second and third crash followed in rapid succession, and Sera knew it wasn’t thunder.
“Get down,” Seth whispered, pushing her back to the mattress. He shielded her body with his, his breath hot and rapid against her cheek.
“Are those gunshots?”
“Yes.”
“Is somebody shooting at the house?”
“It sounds that way,” Seth said grimly.
Panic pierced her like a dagger of ice. Would they just keeping firing at the house? Or would they break in and try to finish the job?
“Where’s my phone? I’m calling the cops.”
“The cops aren’t going to help,” Seth whispered in the silence between shots. “They’ll make sure they won’t get here in time.”
“Nobody will stop those maniacs from murdering us?”
“We’re going to get out of here.”
“How?” Sera asked.
“I’ll be the distraction. You just focus on getting to the car.”
“And leaving you here to be shot?” Sera shook her head. “No. No way. Nope.”
“I’ll be right behind you.”
“I’m not going to leave you to get shot.”
“Okay, get under the bed. Don’t move until I come and get you.”
“What the hell are you going to do?” Sera demanded.
But he was already gone. She slid off the bed and under the mattress, praying that he didn’t get his fool head shot off. “Not now, Lord. Not when I’ve just barely found him.”
She didn’t know him well enough to say she was in love with him, but the thought of never seeing his bright gray eyes again made her stomach roll and heave.
An eternity passed while she waited. The gunshots grew sporadic and then stopped altogether. “Please be a good sign. Oh please.”
The bedroom door slammed open and from her perspective, she could see Seth’s bare feet. She sighed with relief and began to shimmy from beneath the bed. Her relief was quickly replaced by terror as the lightning revealed his statuesque body covered in dark splashes of blood.
“S—Seth?”
“Run.”
“What?”
“Run!” he roared as his body morphed into a long, lean wolf. The shout turned into a howl, his eyes twin discs of silver, his long, wicked teeth descending from his massive snout. Sera forced her numb legs to work, running past the wolf and into the night’s angry maelstrom.