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Sebastian looked between us, unbothered by the accusations. “As I said, Mr. March, you’re welcome to try,” he repeated with a shrug. Then offering a polite smile, the man stepped away, heading back to his vehicle with his cohorts in tow. He was strangely calm for somebody intending to euthanize a bunch of shifters later tonight.

Once the door closed, Everett exhaled sharply through his nose and whirled around, heading up the stairs and withdrawing his phone. “Now what?” I asked, following him.

“I’m calling Gavin to let him know of the Mythguard’s plans. It may be in their best interest to take Muriel out of town and hide her.”

“Until when?”

“I don’t know.”

“He won’t like that. He doesn’t want to leave Grandbay.”

“Well, he may have no choice if he doesn’t want to lose Muriel.”

Everett pushed into his office and I stood by the door, running my hand through my hair. Hearing him call up Gavin and repeat what Sebastian told us just emphasized the gravity of the situation. If everything went according to plan, then David would die tonight. But so would Colt. And though I begrudged him for refusing to hear me out and setting the dragons on me, part of me mourned that I may never see the boy I used to know. Then again, maybe I’d already lost that chance. Catrina’s death and the pressure David put on him changed him. Ultimately, this had to be done. Grandbay and Eastpeak couldn’t be safe until the Hexens were dead.

I just hoped that those remaining in Dalesbloom wouldn’t hate us for this. It seemed there was no chance of us ever rekindling our alliances again. The damage between our packs was permanent and irreversible… and I feared it would ignite a lifelong feud that we may never escape.

Chapter 24: Everett

I

hated waiting. 

All my life, I had been a man of decisive action. Now, I had no choice but to simply sit and wait to hear back from Sebastian about the extermination attempt of David and his followers. It made me anxious, not knowing what was happening. I wanted to track Sebastian down and see their progress for myself. Out of curiosity, I checked my cloud for any new audio recordings, but I had lost the connection to the bug in Hexen Manor. Obviously, they’d removed it. But I did wonder what I would have overheard in the wake of their attack on my pack. I was sure whatever I would have heard, it would just fuel my anger.

Aislin had the idea to distract me again. She sat in my lap now, her hands on the sides of my neck as we made out. I cupped her ass and grinded against her, my boxer briefs taut over my enthusiastic erection that craved to feel as much of her as possible. For a few seconds, I focused on the feeling of her groin rubbing over me, then my thoughts would drift back to the Mythguard and I would find myself imagining their assassins sneaking through the woods, wondering if they survived their journey into the jaws of death. Then Aislin would nibble on my lip and bring me back to her, sliding her hand down between us and taking my length in her palm. I wanted to focus on her, I really did. And I appreciated her efforts. But people could die tonight, and I struggled to set that aside for the thrill of her touch.

Her hand moved mine onto her waist, then up her shirt, urging me to squeeze her breast. As she kissed my neck, I rumbled and searched for the time on the digital alarm clock beside my bed. It was 9 p.m. “Do you think they’ve tracked down David yet?” I murmured.

“Forget about them for now,” she hushed.

“It’s easier said than done.”

Aislin pulled back and peered down at me from under her lashes. She was beautiful tonight, with her hair tied up and red flyaways framing her face. Stripping off her shirt and bra, she was left in only her tight black panties before wrangling me out of my shirt too. Then she pushed me down into the bed and got me out of my boxer briefs. “You just lay there and enjoy the show, okay?”

I savored the muscular definition in her legs, the tendons rippling in her hips as she pressed against my cock. She teased me a moment longer before losing her underwear and grabbing a condom. Impatiently, I watched her put it on me, then she straddled my waist and slid me inside, scrunching her nose at the intrusion. “Can you take me like this?” I rumbled.

“Of course I can,” she replied, like what I’d said was a challenge.

Maybe it wasn’t that difficult to focus on her, now that I was inside her. All I had to do was watch. I kept my hands on her hips and rocked up and down as she rode me, doing all the work for me and leaving me to just relish the experience. She was even more beautiful from this angle, her body arched up and tits bouncing, her bare chest drawing my eye up her neck and to her narrow chin, her parted lips, her seductive gaze just for me.

Aislin was all mine. And as I watched her, it occurred to me how desperately I wanted to mark her then. Because if the Mythguard failed in their extermination attempt, I could guarantee that David would turn his wrath onto Eastpeak or Grandbay, or both of us, and I may never have another chance to establish the mate connection with Aislin. All I had to do was draw her blood, and have her draw mine. We could say the words. It would be easy. I throbbed, thinking about possessing her that way.

She panted, stimulating her clit as she undulated above me. Already feeling her getting tighter, my thoughts veered from marking and toward the pleasure her rhythms lit up in me. I was getting close, and so was she. With a groan, I allowed her body to take me into a sweltering orgasm, losing myself in the way she clenched around me. Aislin cried out in chimes of ecstasy. The sound filled my head, numbing me to all else. The distraction had worked, at least for a few minutes, leaving me reeling as she leaned forward and planted another series of kisses on my neck.

“You’re so sexy,” I muttered, like I was suspended in a dream.

Aislin giggled into my neck. “So are you, my big sexy Alpha.”