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It didn’t take me long to figure it out once the drug or whatever she gave Raleigh kicked in. The mask of shock on her face is genuine. Either I am wrong in my assumption—which I fucking doubt—or she didn’t think she would be caught.

“What? A what?” she stammers.

“Let’s not lie to one another.” A low growl escapes me as I step forward and cage her against the wall. “We both know why you’re here.”

Defiance has her lifting her chin, anger sparkling in the depth of her beautiful smokey-grey eyes. Fuck, I want to kiss her so badly. She is not only our mate but the enemy. That fact doesn’t do anything to quell the lust drowning me.

“What were you planning on doing with my brother, little huntress?” I ask, pressing the full length of my body against hers.

A small moan escapes her when my erection rubs against her belly. That fucking sound. It’s enough to drive any man to the brink of madness. I should know because there is no explanation for what I do next.

Grabbing her jean-clad leg, I wrap it around my hip, making sure my erection is cradled against her covered sex. Slowly, I pull my hips back before thrusting forward. Iris swallows harshly, desire and fear warring on her features. But she doesn’t scream or push me away, so I continue.

The smell of her need coats the air and I want to drop to my knees and run my tongue all over her pussy. But now isn’t the time or the place for such things. I need to keep my wits and find out what the fuck is going on.

Is what I am doing wrong? Yes, it is.

Am I enjoying it? Every fucking second.

“Iris,” I say softly, my lips millimeters from hers. “What were you planning on doing with my brother?”

It takes every working brain cell I have to ask her that simple question.

She shakes her head vehemently from side to side and I know I need to push her a little more. My left hand fondles her breast and I thrust against her cunt with more force, lifting her feet off the ground. She is so fucking small.

“Tell me, little huntress,” I say.

“I … I…” Her impending orgasm is making it hard to talk. “My father wants me to gather intel.”

The broken words fall from her lips, sadness coating them. It breaks my heart knowing that not only has fate destined us to be with a human, but with the enemy no less. There isn’t any scenario where I can see this working out.

This may be the only opportunity I have. I may never have her in my arms again. The thought alone is enough to have my wolf howling in outrage, rattling my mind. Pressing my face into the crook of her neck I breathe in her intoxicating scent. Vanilla and fresh rain.

“I should rip your throat out.” Her entire body goes tense at my words. I lick along the column of her neck, tasting her natural flavor.

“Sayer?” Her voice is soft, the fear clear in every syllable.

She knows she is outmatched. I am so much bigger than she is, and she would never be able to fight me off. What kind of man is her father to send her here alone? She could be hurt. Or worse, killed. Anger sweeps through me at this entire fucked-up situation.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Iris,” I finally say. “But you are coming with me to the compound. I can’t have you running off to tell your little hunter friends what is going on here.”

I stare at her. Arousal has her flushed, her breasts heaving. If I never get to be with my mate, I am going to take this one opportunity to make her feel good. Quickly I undo the top of her jeans before sliding my hand inside. When I feel the heat and wetness of her pussy, I can’t hold back the growl in my throat.

“This isn’t fair,” I mumble as I rub circles around her clit. “Why couldn’t you have been a wolf? Or even a normal human?”

But Iris isn’t hearing a word I say. Her orgasm crashes through her. Her entire body shakes with the force of it, and I want to howl at the sounds of pleasure that escape her. Cum drips down my painful erection but there isn’t much I can do about that. I can’t claim her even if I wanted to.

Chapter Nine

Iris

What the hell is wrong with me? The list of things that have gone wrong in the last hour just keeps growing.

Fraternizing with the enemy? Check.

Unable to perform a simple kidnapping? Check.

Caught by the enemy and having my cover blown? Check.

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