“I had asked him to keep an eye out for you. He must have seen Golding come up or something. I don’t know.”
“So, you thought I killed someone, and you had your driver spying on me?”
“Well, it sounds bad when you put it like that.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“Like I said. I’m sorry. I was just trying to protect you.”
“Because you’re my mate,” she filled in, smiling.
“I’d like to be, but I understand. Still, I can’t change my natural instincts toward you.”
“I tell you what. How about we forget all about this stuff and just see what happens?”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know. It’s been a month since you were last here and I have a feeling that, by morning, what I’m feeling right now is going to be in overdrive. I don’t think I have much say in it, but I’m not complaining this time. How about we just see where our instincts carry us for a while?”
“Okay, but I’m not staying here. Your bed is uncomfortable. Your windows have a big hole in them and there’s still blood on your floor from a recent crime. How about I have Barron drive us over to my place for the night?”
“I would be offended by what you’re saying about my place, but you’re not wrong about any of it. Let me grab a few things and we’ll go.”
She could hear Thad call Barron, while she was getting dressed, and ask him to drive them over. Thad laughed at something Barron said but was putting his phone away when she walked back into the room. She had a freshly brushed ponytail and a clean dress. She was going into heat. She knew he could tell by the flush in her cheeks.
No doubt that wasn’t the only way he knew either, based on his reaction to her in this state before. If they didn’t hurry to his place, Barron might be getting a bit more of a backseat view than he was entitled to see. He grabbed her overnight bag and followed her to the elevator. It was all she could do not to kiss him on the way down, but she didn’t dare touch him until they were alone.
All the way to his place, she could smell him, his deep, earthy scent. It wasn’t soap or cologne but the enticing pheromones he was putting off, driving her into an even more primal state that left her barely able to think. By the time Barron pulled in his driveway, she was existing in some sort of lustful fog, and he seemed to be right there with her. His eyes were dark, full of longing. They tumbled out of the car and up to the house.
She waited impatiently as he fished out the spare key he had asked Barron for before they got out of the car and let them in. Clothes dropped across the floor as they got right down to what both of them wanted. She needed him to fuck her in the worst way, but this time, she wasn’t in heat. It was something else driving the desire, a need for him fueled by adrenaline and hormones.
There was no need for foreplay or pretense. Instead, she lay on the bed, opening her legs to expose her soaked pussy, inviting him in. He mounted her like she was a bitch in heat, despite that not currently being the case. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in to her with each thrust of his ample cock. She loved the way he split her open and filled her.
She gave in to her need, letting him fuck her with wild abandon. His fingers slipped between her legs, his eyes never leaving her face as he stroked her clit while fucking her deeply. She gushed around his digits and sprayed against the base of his cock. There was no rut this time, no knot, but he was still more man than any woman should be allowed. Thad was a powerhouse, pumping in to her long and deep until she was nothing more than a puddle of cum and moans.
A guttural sound escaped his throat as he thrust into her one last time and came with such force that it felt like he was filling her abdominal cavity with his warmth. Rather than pulling free, he remained inside her for a moment, waiting as his pulsating cock softened before pulling free of her and reaching for her, pulling her up to kiss.
Eventually, he let her go, letting her lay back on the bed, so he could climb in beside her. She curled up against him, resting her head against his shoulder and twirling the chest hair rising up from the deep groove in the center of his chest. This felt good. This felt right.
It wasn’t like when she was in heat and caused him to go into his rut. It was just the two of them, deciding to make love rather than being driven to it by their primal demands for satisfaction. During their previous encounter, it had been so intense that it was hard to really focus on one particular thing. Now, like this, she could focus on the physical sensations, but also the emotional ones and, for the first time, she realized that there was something more to this than just a discovery that they were true mates.