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“It’s not healthy to hold everything in,” I said, turning to Myla. “You can talk to us.”
Myla blinked rapidly. “Sorry. I didn’t realize I was so quiet.”
Theron headed to the kitchen.
“There’s nothing to apologize for. I just don’t want you to feel alone.” I led her to the couch and sat down with her. “Are you worried about the Blood Moon Alpha?”
“Yes . . . no . . .” At my confusion, she quickly amended, “Not in the way you think.”
Theron returned with three glasses of water on a tray. He placed it on the coffee table and sat on her other side. “Okay. What way is it?”
“It’s guilt.” She hung her head, picking at her cuticles. “I feel guilty about the way I left them. All the women . . . Maria . . .” Her voice cracked as she said the female’s name. “He’ll hurt them. I know he will when he finds out they helped me, and when I was leaving, he—”
A choked sob cut off her words, and she tucked her arms around herself.
Theron pulled her onto his lap, and she wiggled closer, leaning into his chest. He brushed stray tears from her cheeks.
This was cathartic for him. It was a moment he was never given with his sister, a chance to shield someone he loved from the threat of a horrendous fate.
“It will be okay,” he murmured.
“I want to believe that,” she said. “But I think of them trapped and hungry and . . . surviving while I’m here, and it feels like I don’t deserve any of this.” She turned to me. “They could have saved anyone else. Why—”
“Shhh.” I cupped her face, taking in her watery eyes and red-tipped nose. “Don’t finish that thought. It doesn’t help. They did it because they wanted you to leave that place, and in return, we’ll do everything in our power to help them.” I ran my thumbs over the smooth planes of her cheeks.
Her gaze warmed. Her remorse faded, leaving something soft and seeking in its place.
The gentle pulse of our bond told me what she wanted—what she needed. She sought the reassurance of connection in a moment of uncertainty.
Her lips brushed against mine, slow and beseeching, and I licked at the seam of her mouth.
There was no need to rush—no fevered call to claim and fill—only the ardor of our bodies.
Myla shifted on Theron’s lap as we kissed. She reached behind her, cupping Theron’s neck as he dipped his head and trailed his lips along her shoulder.
I deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth, luxuriating in the taste that was uniquely hers. The smell of her lust perfumed the air with its sweetness.
She whimpered, and I swallowed the sound.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. We’ll give you what you need,” Theron purred.
Chapter 13
Theron
I skimmed my hands down her legs and pulled her knees apart.
Goddess, I loved that she liked to wear dresses.
I rucked her skirt up to her waist, palming the creamy skin of her inner thighs as Silas owned her mouth.
All my blood rushed south, bringing my dick to half-mast as I watched the messy, wanton way she gave herself to him. Every peek of her tongue hit me straight in the balls.
I circled my hips against her ass, determined to take her pleasure to new heights. Today would be all about her, and I planned to immerse our mate in the eroticism of our joining.
I cupped her pussy, my chest rumbling as the heat from her core warmed my skin.
One finger traced her slippery center, and she sighed.
