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Opening his eyes and turning around, he nodded. “She didn’t
even stir when I climbed out of bed.”

“That’s good. She needs the rest.”

The men lapsed into an uncomfortable silence as Diskant
dressed the tray. The situation was fucked up, and they both knew it. Trey was
twice as old and had been waiting twice as long for his mate. Pretending it
wasn’t an issue was like ignoring a rabid, child-eating circus elephant dressed
in a pink tutu that was coming right at you.

As Diskant was placing the glass of orange juice in the only
space remaining on the serving dish, Trey breached the quiet. “What did Kinsley
have to say about the missing cat? Did they find anything?”

Relieved for the change in subject, he asked, “Aside from
the vehicle?” Diskant peered up and at Trey’s affirming nod answered, “No.”

“Damn.” Trey’s thick brows came together as he frowned.

Diskant understood the concern. This was the ninth shifter
to go missing in three weeks. Each case was eerily similar—abandoned vehicles
and no trace of the occupant.

“It’s probably best to send a few of our best noses over to
see if they can pick up a scent as a precaution.”

“We won’t find anything,” Trey said. “Whoever is responsible
cleans house like a pro.”

“All the more reason to send someone. I wanted to spend the
morning with Ava, but I can take the trip after we have the opportunity to
talk. I’m sure she’ll want to retrieve some of her things to make herself
comfortable here, so I can stop by while she packs.”

Trey didn’t bother masking a grin. “Are you sure she’s
looking to relocate?”

“Does it sound like I’m giving her a choice?”

“Fair enough.” Trey pushed Oscar aside and rose from the
chair. “Don’t worry about Kinsley. I’ll take care of it.” The Alpha combed his
fingers through his hair and sighed, shifting his feet. “I guess its best you
hear this from me before word gets out. Emory showed up on Minxy’s doorstep
this morning. She called after he crashed in the guest bedroom. I wanted to
stop by before I made my way over there. I’ll borrow his nose while we work out
our issues.”

Diskant knew his shock at the revelation was obvious.
“Emory’s back?”

“Don’t ask me, man.” Trey shrugged. “Something bad must’ve
gone down for him to show up here. I can’t exactly turn my back on him. It’s
not like he’s a mutt.”

No, Emory wasn’t a mutt. Not by any stretch. Trey’s younger
brother was a powerful Alpha in his own right—which was one of the many reasons
he’d left New York in the first place.

The sound of water traveling through the pipes upstairs had
Trey glancing at the ceiling as Diskant’s entire body came to life. His blood
rushed from one head to the other.

Finally, she was awake.

“Guess that’s my cue.” Trey walked to the kitchen entrance
and stopped. Meeting Diskant’s eyes, he grinned. “Take it easy on her. It’s
your job to make sure she doesn’t wear herself down.”

Diskant snagged the tray and ignored the comment. “You know
the way out.”

“That I do.” Trey smirked before he vanished around the
corner.

* * * * *

When Ava roused from sleep, she braced herself to experience
some level of shame or remorse for her behavior when sultry images of the night
before flashed through her head. How would she explain herself in the light of
day? Would Diskant want another one for the road? If so, would she give it to
him?

Her body hummed with sexual fulfillment and satiation,
answering her question.

There was no way she could pass up the opportunity to
partake in the greatest sex she’d ever had in her life, only this time she
fully intended to explore his body as thoroughly as he had hers.

A chill shot down her spine as another, less appealing
thought surfaced.

What should she say if he wasn’t interested and told her to
get the hell out?

“
Thanks for the great lay
.” She envisioned herself
stammering in embarrassment as she stumbled out the door. “
Maybe we can do
it again sometime
.”

Her worry over dealing with the morning-after song and dance
was short-lived when she opened her eyes and discovered she was alone. She was
surprised at the hurt that arose at Diskant’s absence but immediately chastised
herself for it. She had never engaged in a one-night stand but was certain the
protocol with shifter and human men was the same.

Shifter or no, Diskant was a man, and men always made sure
they were the first to flee from the scene of a possible commitment. Now that
the lust had left the building, he could happily admit what had happened
between them was nothing more than another meaningless sexual encounter. It was
a damn shame too, because the man had rocked her world in so many ways he would
become the unachievable standard every other hapless suitor would be held to.

A flicker of the nightmare she’d had appeared in her
head—darkness, pain, odd odors and sensations—and she tried to recall what had
happened after that final mind-blowing orgasm that sent her into a deep,
unshakable sleep. The dream and the reality seemed to merge at that point but
she was so exhausted she couldn’t piece when one vanished and became the other.

“Maybe it was the wine,” she murmured and sat upright.

Holding her breath, she extended her limbs and stretched, bringing
the sore muscles to life. To her shock, the world didn’t tilt or spin. In fact,
she felt absolutely fantastic. Apparently a night of excellent sex was just
what the doctor ordered.

She hadn’t felt so good in years.

Shoving aside the toasty-warm sheets and comforter, she
climbed from the bed, retrieved her strewn clothing minus her savaged
undergarments and walked to the open door next to what she already knew was the
closet. A large master bathroom beckoned, the beautiful whitewash tile gleaming
when she flipped the light switch. A clawed tub was situated against the far
wall, a walk-in shower stall was at the right and a small matching sink was to
the left.

Placing her clothing on the counter, she made a beeline for
the walk-in. A quick shower to wash away the events from the night before and
she’d be on her way. She waited until the heavy stream from the showerhead was
good and hot before she stepped inside. The sensation of the scorching water
against her skin caused her to gasp and then groan in pleasure. Tilting her
chin back, she drenched her hair under the spray, keeping her eyes closed.

First things first.

She would finish taking a shower, get dressed, bid
adieu
to her host and take her ass home. No sense in delaying the inevitable.
Besides, the trip to Tennessee was still a go. She had to meet with Thomas, get
the deed and keys to the cabin and then…

Cold air brought her back to reality as the stall door was
opened. Swiping the water from her eyes, she yipped in alarm when a pair of
large hands wrapped around her stomach and brought her back against a very
hard, warm and nude body.

Diskant’s head came down until his hair brushed against her
shoulder. “You ruined my plans, Ava mine,” he breathed into her ear.

“Plans?” She wanted to cringe at how husky her voice was.

“Breakfast in bed, for starters.”

Her legs quaked and her pussy moistened at the mention of
the word bed.

So he
does
want one for the road
.

“That’s okay.” She cleared her throat and attempted to
regain her composure. “I’ll pick something up on the way home.”

“You are home.”

He nipped at her ear and a floodgate opened between her
thighs. The world seemed to shift and distort, eyes seeing everything yet
nothing at all. Desire overcame logic, the need to feel the thick, heavy length
of his cock buried inside her eradicating rational thought. Her nipples
hardened, throbbing as the skin went taut and the areolas pebbled.

Diskant’s hands surrounded the mounds and he began plucking
the peaks, pressing his body flush against her until his cock was nestled at
the cleft of her ass. “Do you want something, Ava?”

“I don’t…I need…I want…” She tried to clear her head. She
was drowning in this man. If she didn’t do something soon, she wouldn’t be able
to deny him or herself.

“To come?” he offered, licking her nape. “I’d love to make
you come. Just tell me how you want it.”

Nothing made sense. There was only a haze of sexual frenzy.
She plopped her hands onto the tile in front of her and wriggled her ass in
invitation. Heaven help her, she wanted nothing more than him lodged inside
her.

Hard, fast, frenzied. No foreplay, no warm-up.

Just him
.

He released her breasts and wrapped an arm around her waist.
He lifted her easily and used his free hand to guide the head of his cock to
the drenched folds of her pussy, which felt both electrified and impossibly
sensitive.

“Like this?” he asked and pressed into her wet heat,
stretching and possessing her, inch by maddening inch.

“Yes. Oh god,
yes
.”

“How does that feel, baby?”

She whimpered and leaned forward as he pressed her closer to
the wall, placing her forehead against the tile and taking shelter from the
water as he blanketed her from above.

A deft rotation of his hips and he was pumping into her in
smooth steady strokes, pulling out until only the tip remained inside before
plunging back in, slow and even, so wonderful yet not enough. Situated as she
was, there was no way to assist the movement, to find the position that would
send her over.

“Please.” She moaned, desperate for release.

“Is this what you need?” His free hand came around and
dipped past her stomach, his middle finger finding and manipulating her clit.
Crying out, she arched her back and lifted her head, pushing her shoulders
against him.

“
Diskant
.” She was so close.

So damn close…

“This time we’ll take the edge off. But next time I want all
of you, Ava. Inside and out. Last night was only the beginning.” The heat of
his breath caressed her nape and she felt the sharp scrape of teeth against her
flesh. “Come for me.”

She screamed when his fangs pierced her skin and convulsed
as he pinned her to the wall as an orgasm tore through her. Trapped, she had no
choice but to ride out the sensations, to take what he wanted to give her. Both
hands were on her hips now, forcing her back as he drove forward. His thrusts
were borderline violent, his grip becoming painful as the tips of his claws
extended and broke the surface of her skin.

“Going to come so hard,” he snarled around her shoulder, the
words garbled. “Your cunt feels so fucking good gripping my cock.”

Then he was spilling inside her, the heat of his seed
bathing and coating her womb. Exotic scents of male, musk and animal suffused
the air and she shivered as another, smaller climax washed over her and she
lost her grip on the wall, her water-slick torso sliding limply against the
ceramic tile. Diskant’s hand came around to hold her steady as he continued to
pump his hips and release into her, the head of his penis pressing into the
softness of her cervix once—then again—before finally going still.

His teeth slid free of her ravaged skin at the same time his
shaft slid from her body.

“That’s so good,” he groaned and began lapping at the area
he’d bitten, soothing the aching burn with his tongue.

A nod of acquiescence was all she could manage. Her entire
body was soaring, floating off the high gained by a rip-roaringly good orgasm.
He lowered her feet to the floor and though she worried she might stumble, her
legs somehow managed to remain steady. Two good twists of the faucets, courtesy
of Diskant, and the flow of the shower ebbed and stopped, leaving them coated
in nothing more than a thick steam and cooling beads of water.

Grasping her shoulders tenderly with now claw-free fingers,
he turned her around and dropped to a knee. Wrapping his hand around her upper
thighs, he drew her close and began lavishing the same attention on the thin
scratches along her hips and abdomen as he had the punctures at her throat. She
shivered at the contact of his tongue, closing her eyes and basking the
afterglow of climax.

“Let’s get some food in you.” He pressed a kiss to her navel
before rising to his full height. She lifted her chin, following the line of
his muscular thighs, drifting past the sinewy six-pack and wide chest with a
scattering of hair until she gazed into his face.

He was huge—huge and impressive. The eyes that met hers were
their usual tawny-gold color, his dark brows drawn down as he observed her
closely.

“What?” she asked self-consciously and forced herself to
remain still.

“How do you feel?” He lifted both his hands and cradled her
biceps, stroking her arms with tender fingers.

She grinned, playful despite the unfamiliar calm that
blanketed her. “Fishing for compliments?”

The serious expression evaporated and he returned her grin.
“What if I am?”

She shrugged, enjoying the way his still-moist fingers felt
against her steamy skin. “I wouldn’t suggest holding your breath.”

“Minx.”

He snagged her under the knees with one hand, placed the
other around her back and lifted her effortlessly into his chest. The heat from
his skin surrounded her, providing a barrier from the chill of the bathroom
that wafted toward them when he opened the shower door and stepped out.

Brushing aside her protests, he toweled her body dry and
didn’t move away until she began the tedious task of sliding into her
cigarette-reeking clothes, starting with her slacks sans underwear. She held
her breath as she reached for her shirt, trying not to choke. Normally the
smell wasn’t so obvious or so offensive. As if he sensed her discomfort, Diskant
moved in front of her and hoisted his sweatshirt over her head.