Book 1 - Page 28 (2/2)

Taking a deep breath, she a.s.sured herself Devlyn would think the reds took care of Volan, not her. Nothing could have stopped her from taking the relations.h.i.+p she had with Devlyn to the max. They’d been destined to be together from the moment he’d saved her from the wildfire.

She kissed his lips and then sucked on his lower one and released.

“I always dreamed I’d have you for my own. But the dreams could never be this real, or this satisfying,” Devlyn said.

“Hmm, did you dream of making love to me when I was gone?”

“You wouldn’t believe how many times I thought I had you within my grasp, only to find my sheets wet, and no Bella.”

She laughed. “Well, the vehicle’s seat is wet this time, but you’ve got me to blame for it now.”

“I didn’t hurt you too much?” Devlyn repeated, his fingers stroking the curve of her hip with a much too sensual touch.

Already she greedily yearned to have him fill her again. “Only pleasure.” She wondered why she’d ever thought a human could ever be better than the lupus garou who loved her so tenderly.

He studied her face and gathered her in his arms. “Good. I was afraid when you wouldn’t breathe, I’d hurt you too much.”

“Are all grays so... big?”

He chuckled under his breath. “Bad Bella.”

She licked his salty chest, ready to show him how bad she could really be. How would it be to ride him this time? With her handling the joystick? How would it be to set the pace, to be in charge? could the big bad gray handle the red’s test?

“You’re not finished, are you?” She raised a brow in challenge.

He slid his hand down her thigh. “Does my mate want more?”

“All you can give me.”

“Let’s go inside. Turn on some music, dance au naturel, and take it from there.”

They carried their clothes into the house. As soon as they reached the living room, a solid rapping on the front door nearly gave her a heart attack.

The dreaded image came to mind of police officers standing on her front porch with warrants for her and Devlyn’s arrest...

Chapter Twelve

Both Devlyn and Bella scrambled for their clothes, but he had no intention of allowing his mate to face whatever danger waited at the front door. Wearing only his jeans, he stalked across the living room.

Bella whispered wildly, “Wait, d.a.m.n it, Devlyn. Together!”

The sound of knocking at the back door surprised him further. With a quick look out the peephole of the front door, he saw another of their nightmares... not Volan, as he’d first a.s.sumed. But zoo man Thompson. Bella was still b.u.t.toning her dress when she headed for the front door, barefooted.

Devlyn said in a hushed growl, “Thompson.”

Her face lost all of its color.

A gentler knocking at the back door sounded again.

Devlyn motioned for her to stay put. In several long strides, he reached the back door. Peering out the side window, he frowned. “Your neighbor, Chrissie,” he whispered. He opened the door partway. “Yes?”

“Hurry, let me in.”

“Do it,” Bella said, her voice hushed, motioning for her to come in.

Chrissie hurried into the house and headed for the front door.

“What the — “ Devlyn said.

“Go,” chrissie waved at them to go down the hall. She considered his bare chest and smiled. “continue what you were doing. I’ll take care of the menace standing on your front doorstep.”

Bella stared at her and then looked at Devlyn. He joined her and pulled her down the hall and into her bedroom.

With the door slightly ajar and their sensitive hearing attuned, they waited while chrissie opened the front door. “Well, h.e.l.lo there,” she said in such a s.e.xy voice, Devlyn chuckled under his breath.

Frowning, Bella poked him in the rib. The color hadn’t returned to her face and her eyes were still darker than normal.

“Are you Miss Bella Wilder?” Thompson asked. “Yep. What’s this all about? You a cop or something? Got a badge?” chrissie sounded as sugary sweet as could be.

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