“Who says this is your choice?” His eyes narrowed, the tightening of his jaw doing incredibly delicious things to her body. This Hollis, angry and rigid and demanding, her wolf adored. “If Finn knows this is what you’re planning, you won’t be going anywhere.”
She was too intrigued by the effect he was having on her body and her wolf to get angry. It had been years since she’d needed a man’s touch, needed the taste of his lips, and the growl of his release. But, right now, she trembled for this man. Needed what only he could give her.
The moment she realized it, her heart shuddered to a stop.
He stared at her, unguarded. Beyond his anger and frustration, he burned…for her. His hunger was undeniable.
Without thought, she pressed herself against him—pressed them both against the door—and brushed his lips with hers. Featherlight. At first. Then more. She needed more. While she was reeling, her wolf reacted. Her hands fisted in his hair, tugging his head down to her. Her lips sealed against his, exploring the feel of that full lower lip. His breath fanned her cheek. Unsteady and rapid and harsh. Her gaze met his as his lips parted beneath hers.
She shuddered, gasping with pure pleasure as he spun her against the door and pinned her there with his hip. His hands stroked up her sides, cradling her breasts firmly while his tongue slid between her lips. On and on, his sweet invasion made her drunk on him. Clinging to his shirt, arching into him, hoping he’d take what she so willingly offered. His hands, his growl, his touch—he was pure bliss.
And then he was gone.
“Jesus Christ, Ellen.” He stared at her in complete confusion.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But she was too caught up in the thrum of lust to form a coherent response.
“That was…” He stood straighter, pulling himself together and putting distance between them in the process. “I don’t know what that was. But it won’t happen again.” He was staring at her mouth, gasping.
She licked her lips, pleased by the instantaneous hitch in his breath. “Are you sure?”
Chapter Nine
“I’m sure.” No, he wasn’t sure. What the fuck had just happened? One second, he was pissed as hell at her calm willingness to sacrifice herself to the motherfucking Others, then the next he couldn’t stop touching her. She’d filled his hands, his senses, and stripped away whatever willpower was left. All that mattered was her and the thrum between them. He had to have her, needed her, desperately. To claim her—to bury himself inside of her.
In the three feet that separated them, he could make out the rapid beat of her heart and the husky rasp of her breath. Her scent. Her arousal. For him. She craved him, too. And, dammit, he wanted her. His hands fisted at his sides. If he reached for her, he wouldn’t stop.
She pushed off the door and paced the room, the quick glance between him and her bed too much.
“I’m going.” He forced himself from her room and closed the door behind him. Then he stood there, staring at the door like an idiot. He’d kissed her. No, he’d fucking mauled her. Against a door. A door that he could open easily. Would she be right there, waiting for him? Would she welcome him?
Her scent had been invitation enough. He groaned, his head falling forward to thump against the closed door. The echo of her breasts filling his hands. The tips of her nipples hard against his palms. She’d been so soft against him, yielding. She never yielded.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his fingers biting into the wood.
The door wasn’t enough of a barrier. He wanted to finish what they’d started, to lose himself in her, but knew that would be the biggest mistake of his life. One he’d likely never recover from. With a groan, he spun on his heel and walked back down the hall, around the corner, and into Finn’s office. If he didn’t do something, he’d turn back to her room. Being surrounded by the pack might help, too.
“Everything okay?” Finn asked when he entered.
He nodded. If he was lucky, they’d believe him.
“Did you talk to her?” Olivia asked. “I know she’s not officially one of the pack, but she’s not an Other. If she goes back—”
“They’ll kill her,” Mal finished.
“You guys can’t seriously trust her?” Dante was unapologetic. “Just because her eyes are different doesn’t mean she’s not one of them. She’s been living with them for years.”
“Like Tess,” Hollis snapped. “But we’re considering turning her. Tess, who has done unforgivable things. When Ellen has only helped us.”
The room fell quiet, all eyes on him. Because he sounded unhinged. His voice trembled, almost a borderline growl.
Finn cleared his throat. “I trust her. I trust her with my children’s life. And the safety of this pack.” His face grew thoughtful.
“She’s too careful.” Mal nodded. “There’s a reason she’s going back.”
A reason that sent him out of control. “Cyrus,” Hollis said, clearing his throat. “She can’t stop until he’s dead. It’s personal.” He glanced at each of them. “She talks when she sleeps. Her nightmares—Cyrus is always there. She’s going back to kill him.” He glared at Dante. “And protect us.”
Dante’s gaze fell from his.