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Gentry lifted Myla and clutched the back of her knees, holding them open. My hard length twitched as I lined myself up and sank into her hot, wet sheath.
“Goddess, you feel divine,” I growled, taking her with long, careful strokes.
Myla slipped her hand around Gentry’s neck and nipped at his mouth.
“Give me more, Gen,” she panted.
“How could I say no when you asked so sweetly?” he purred.
Gentry’s cock brushed against mine, and I reached down to guide him into her cunt with me.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she said as he stretched her.
We found our rhythm, succumbing to the frenzy of skin, teeth, and tongues. This wasn’t a simple release of hormones or a moment of burning passion—it was an affirmation of our souls.
Pleasure set my body ablaze. I dipped my head and bit her slender shoulder. Our bond sizzled with unbridled rapture, the sound of her moans dragging me further into the depths of my undoing.
The hair on the back of my neck rose, cutting through the haze of our lovemaking. Instinct forced me to glance at the trees, and a bolt of panic shot through me as my eyes collided with those of an intruding wolf. My protectiveness sliced through my lust like a knife, and I snarled.
The warning snapped Gentry into action, and he whirled around as I grabbed a shocked Myla and held her tight.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, panicked.
Gentry cursed, shifting faster than ever and taking off after the wolf.
“Someone was watching us,” I hissed.
And soon, they would be dead.
Chapter 19
Gentry
The ground was a blur of green and brown beneath my paws as the transition from lust to rage left me off balance.
I focused on capturing the trespasser as the claws of my protective instincts squeezed me tight.
There was a flash of muted gray ahead. It veered off the common running paths and darted through the denser shrubs.
He’s heading to rogue territory, my wolf said.
Knowing he would get away made my wolf and I growl.
My senses were on high alert, and I pursued the trail to the edge of our territory to ensure he was really gone.
When I emerged from the thick underbrush, he had vanished.
But as I followed his trail, a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. This wolf wasn’t a rogue; a rogue would have attacked, not fled. No, this one was different—it had to be a scout sent to gather information for its Alpha.
A realization dawned on me. The wolf was going to tell his pack about Myla. My heart clenched with dread at the thought of our mate’s vulnerability, laid bare for our enemies to exploit.
The leaves rustled, and the familiar scent of my packmates lowered my defenses. Alaric broke through the trees, followed by Leighton and Shiloh.
I shifted into my human skin.
“We were alerted about the breach,” Alaric said.
“I believe the wolf was a Blood Moon scout,” I said with certainty. “We caught him peeking through the shrubs, watching Myla.”
