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Just as much as I am at hers.

“Harder,” she pleads, and I obey, thrusting deep into her as I ride her hand. We’re both dripping everywhere, the mixed scent of our arousal filling up the car, I meet her gaze through heavy-lidded eyes.

“Come on,” I pant. “Come on, Wolf, come for me.”

She cries out, her inner walls clenching hard around my fingers as her climax crashes through her. I can feel her whole body shuddering beneath me, her hips jerking erratically, and I don’t let up, relentlessly driving into her as she comes. I’m so close myself, right on the edge, and watching the vicious beauty of her release is enough to tip me over. I grind down hard on Lyssa’s still-working hand, fucking myself on her fingers as the bliss explodes through me…

And then I collapse forward onto her, into her arms, and cling together, trembling through the aftershocks. Slowly, we come back down to earth, remove our hands with a mutual grimace and a sigh. I slump down against Lyssa’s chest, nuzzling into her neck. Her arms go around me, tender and comforting.

I want to say it. I want to tell her.

“Lyssa,” I pant against the scorching, sweat-slicked skin of her neck. “Lyssa, I…”

But the words won’t come, won’t let themselves be heard.

“It’s okay.” She strokes a hand up and down my still-clothed back. “I know, Scar. I know.”

There’s nothing more to say after that. Not when we’re both teetering on the edge of something so visceral and profound. So primal.

So dangerous.

I may have started out wanting nothing more than to see the infamous Wolf bleed. But now, with our bodies spent from the aftermath of the oldest hunt in the world, I’ve never felt more alive. I belong to Lyssa now, on a level that runs deeper than blood and bone.

Every shameful thing I’ve done, every sadistic fantasy, every warped piece of my soul...it’s hers, now. All of it.

And she belongs to me, too.

CHAPTER 20

Lyssa

We make it out of the car, into the barn, but Scarlett gets only a few rungs up the ladder before the sight of that gorgeous bare ass is just too much. I grab her hips and make her turn around on the ladder, throw one of her thighs over my shoulder, and put my mouth where it’s been wanting to be since we drove out of Elysium—right on that sweet, wet pussy.

Scarlett groans, one hand flying down to grip my hair. She’s still sensitive from the car but I can’t slow down, licking and sucking her hot, swollen clit as she squirms and moans above me, her other leg wrapping around my neck now, too.

“Oh, God, Lyssa...” I glance up to see she’s white-knuckling the ladder rungs now, and I slide two fingers into her slick center, lashing her clit with my tongue until she cries out. Her thighs clamp around my head and I increase the tempo, fucking her relentlessly with my fingers and mouth until she comes again with a long, loud moan, and I’m rewarded with a renewed flood of her ambrosia.

I gently lower her legs back to the ladder and stand back, smirking up at her as she sags against the ladder, chest heaving.

“Think you can make it up now?” I tease.

Scarlett narrows her eyes at me, still catching her breath. “Stop talking and get up here so I can put my tongue in you.”

I can hardly turn down an invitation like that.

A little later, when we’re both come-happy and exhausted, Scarlett still snuggles close to me, her naked body a delicious mix of soft curves and lean muscle. The dim glow from the lantern highlights the sheen of sweat gilding those graceful slopes and valleys. She’s so lovely like this—loose-limbed and sated, those full lips slightly parted on quiet pants as she tries to catch her breath.

And despite how happy I am, despite having the most beautiful woman in the world here, naked, in my arms, my mind drifts to another.

Hadria.

We were incredibly lucky to leave Elysium alive. I owe Suzy big time, because Hadria was working up to something bad.

Something terrible.

And I feel the pain of the savage, near-severing blow our friendship has suffered. I don’t want it to be that way, I want to make it up to her—to the Syndicate—but…

I want Scarlett, too.

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