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According to the report in front of her, there were no rumors, no orders, no whispered “suggestion” moving among the few Council members still in power. Due to extreme force from various law enforcement agencies, the Breeds were considered “off limits” for the time being, just as they had been for several years now. If one of them died, the repercussions that would result were more than they wanted. The kidnapping attempts of the Pride children supposedly had generated fear and worry among those Council members still free.
“How could the Council not be behind this?” Jacob was hunched down beside her chair, staring at the screen with a frown.
“I’m not saying they are not behind this at all. ” Faith shrugged tiredly. “But there’s no information to substantiate it yet. There’s definitely something going on. But either none of my informants have the information, or it’s just too dangerous to leak. It could take days for me to get so much as a glimmer of information here. ”
“We don’t have days. ” Jacob shook his head. “Get some rest. You haven’t slept at all since the attack and not much before then. I’ll keep looking. ”
Faith shook her head. She knew time was of the essence. Even her burning, throbbing pussy wasn’t going to detract her. Damn, she needed him too much. Even in the thick of whatever new danger they faced, she wanted him. It was a sickness, she decided. A plague of Jacob.
She had been sitting there for hours, ignoring the sensual ache that throbbed through her body, the burn of the blood in her veins, the soft slide of her juices along the lips of her cunt. She tightened her thighs. Too much work to do.
“You can’t ignore it forever. ” Jacob’s voice was softer now, suggestive of the fact that he was aware, and had been all along, of her arousal.
“Too much to do. ” Faith felt her breath rasp in her throat, her muscles tighten in protest.
“We’ve done all we can today, Faith,” he whispered as he pushed the heavy chair back and moved between her thighs.
Faith stared into his sun-darkened face, seeing the lazy sensuality that crossed his expression, the way his dark lashes shadowed his cheeks, his eyes glittering with lustful anticipation.
His hands spanned her hips, then pushed beneath her shirt to caress a path of destructive fire to her breasts. Faith was unable to halt the instinctive movement that pressed her nipples harder into the fingers that pinched at them lightly.
“I’ve smelled your heat for hours,” he groaned as he stared into her eyes. “It’s all I can do to function without fucking you, to think without imagining the taste of you on my tongue. How do you do this to me, Faith? Make me want you until I’m starving for you?”
“How do you do it to me?” she gasped as his lips feathered over her cheek. “Jacob, I can’t think when you touch me. ”
“I can’t think when you’re anywhere around me,” he retorted. “How is this fair, Faith? All I can think of is the sweet taste of your body, and the heat of your pussy gripping me. I want you, baby. I want you bad. Now. ”
And he did. He pulled her forward, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against the heated flesh between her thighs.
“I want you,” she whispered, staring up at him. “I’ve always wanted you, Jacob. I’ve always loved you. ”
She watched his jaw tighten.
“You don’t want to hear that, do you?” Pain tore through her chest. She had promised herself she could be content with the mating, with his desire for her, but in a flashing instant she realized how desperately she needed his love.
“Faith,” he whispered huskily, his face creasing into a frown of such bitterness and pain that she wanted to scream out in denial of it.
“I don’t want your pity. ” She shook her head, pushing him away from her. “I want your love, Jacob. ”
She rose from the chair, stepping away from him, fighting the shivering need that poured over her. Now wasn’t the time to fuck or fight, she reminded herself.
“We have a lot of work to do,” she bit out when he didn’t answer but rose to his feet instead. “I have several other sources to check—”
“It doesn’t work that way, Faith,” he growled as he hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him firmly.
He was hard, hot, tense with his own need and his stubborn determination to believe no love existed. Damn him, she cursed him silently. She needed more than his cock. She needed more in a mate than a man with a ready hard-on.
“Then how does it work, Jacob?” she whispered as his hands smoothed over her back, her hips. “I’m too tired to fight with you, and too tired to deny what I need as well. I don’t want to be fucked. I want to be loved. ”
Her chest tightened with pain, her eyes filling with tears. She hated her hormones, hated what they did to her. The incessant anger was bad enough, but this need was worse, more destroying than the six years of physical cravings she had endured.
“Don’t cry, Faith. ” His voice was so low she could barely hear the words.
His hand rose to her head where he pressed her closer to his chest, his heart. She could feel it beating, a rough tattoo beneath her cheek. How could he not have a heart, or the love she needed so desperately?
“I don’t cry. ” She sniffed, but she could feel the moisture on her cheeks, hear the thickness in her own voice.
“When I touch you, I want nothing more than to show you with my touch, my kiss, that you are the most important thing in my life,” he sighed against her hair. “Always, Faith, you have held a part of me. A part I’ve never been able to hide from completely. ” His voice was soft, laden with pain, with his own fears. “But I won’t give you an illusion. I won’t lie to you and tell you something exists inside me that doesn’t. I don’t know love, baby. I have no idea what to compare it to, or how to recognize it. All I know, is that in all my life, my only weakness has been you. ”
