by Roxy Wilson
Her fingers curled around his hair. He sucked and caressed her sensitive bud until it vibrated and pulsated. When he turned his attention to her other breast, she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to touch his bare skin. Her hand fisted around the edge of his shirt and she lifted it. He left her breast moved away from his mouth, so she could pull it off. When she threw it aside, he bent his head to capture her nipple once more. Her hands splayed on the warm, smooth skin of his back. His muscles rippled under the tips of his fingers. She ran her hands up and down his torso while he paid special attention to her twin globules.
He clutched the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulled it down her hips. In one swift motion, he stepped away. She was naked, but Devyn didn’t feel conscious about it when he stared down at her. He shucked off his trousers and allowed them to drop on the floor. Her gaze was drawn to his long, hard erection that gleamed in the moonlight. They were alone, naked, and very, very needy. All she could think about was the eventual end to this beautiful, crazy moment. Her center ached to feel him inside her. She longed to feel him throb within her depths.
“Keran,” she breathed out his name as she reached for his length. Her hand closed around the blood-engorged organ and he allowed her to play with it. His fingers rubbed and caressed while she watched his face. He didn’t reveal much but she could see he was as lost in the moment as she was. Devyn leaned forward and took him deep in her mouth. The scent of his arousal assailed her nostrils while her lips closed around him. It throbbed deep in her throat. Devyn twisted her tongue around him, reveling in the fact that he pulsated in her mouth. A few beads of moisture leaked through his tip and sat heavy on her tongue.
Suddenly, his hands tightened on her shoulders and he pulled her back, causing his length to slip out of her mouth. “Please,” she said in a bid to capture it back.
He wasn’t in the mood to listen to her as he forced her to lean away from him. He bent forward and before she could guess as to what he intended to do, his hands closed around her knees. He pulled her down and then spread her legs. Bending his knees forward, he leaned against the edge of the couch until his member brushed over her center, teasing her with its with warmth, anxiously waiting for him to enter. Moisture leaked out of her in response to the gentle touch. A moment later, he thrust deep inside her. His hands held her legs up while he pushed all the way in until his he disappeared within her moist depths. Her gaze was fixed on the spectacular sight. He pulled out his organ and it was drenched in her juices.
She moaned at the sensual sight. Waves of pleasure coursed through her as he pushed it in again. In and out, he set a hard pace. She couldn’t wait anymore. Desire was a need that dictated all her actions. All she wanted was to find release from this sweet torture. He held her in a death grip. She was a willing victim, and what made the ride even more invigorating was that she sensed he felt the same way.
He moved at a breakneck speed. After thrusting in, he pulled out again, and repeated the same motion over and over again. Every cell in her body screamed for blessed release. Her fingernails dug into his flesh while he held her captive. The ocean of passion that undulated in her veins was unparalleled with anything she ever experienced before.
She loved this man.
Devyn would willingly give her life for him.
What’s more, she knew he would do the same for her.
Every breath that escaped from her lips was a struggle. She wanted, needed more. Devyn let go and allowed him to carry her along the currents of passion that he invoked within her veins. The orgasm that ripped through her body was heady and strong. It made her buckle and arch. She squealed as it exploded through her muscles.
A moment later, he came inside her. They both stopped moving. Pleasure held them in a powerful grip.
Finally, he lowered her legs and pulled out of her. They stared at each other. If this was goodbye, there couldn’t have been a better way to say it. He collapsed next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder. They remained that way for a long time, both of them naked.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you more,” she said.
He touched her cheek and then he turned her head, so he could gaze into her eyes. “That isn’t possible.”
Her lips curved into a slight smile. He had to leave tomorrow, and she wasn’t sure if she would ever see him again. Perhaps this was the end. If so, she would hold on to these memories forever. He might not be around for long, but he would stay in her heart forever—but that was a worry for another time. Not now. The night was still alive and this time was theirs, and she wanted to make the most of it.
Chapter Eight
While Keran stood in his study, his mind was suffused with the memories of the night he spent with Devyn. He wished he hadn’t wasted so much time accusing her of a crime she didn’t commit. He shook his head at the thought of the unnecessary pain he’d put her through. Yet, he had to count his lucky stars that in spite of his stupidity…she forgave him. He would have given his right and left arm to spend more time with her, but it wasn’t possible. He was greedy for more, but at the same time, he was aware of his duty towards his son.
It was time to focus on that.
Keran turned to look at Martin and Roger. “Everything is in place. There isn’t much we can do.”
Roger bit his lip. He looked distressed. “They’ll kill you.”
Keran shrugged his shoulders. “And if I don’t go, they’ll kill my son.”
Martin rubbed his jaw. “If only there was something else we could do.”
“We’ve gone over this, and the only thing that makes sense is for us to do what they say.” Keran took a deep breath as he turned his attention back to the garden. He’d made a home with his son here, but now he wasn’t sure if he would be around to watch his boy grow up. The only thing he could do was to try and ensure that they allowed Justin to live.
But what if they didn’t?
He refused to consider that possibility.
“I’m not happy about this,” Martin grumbled.
“Neither am I,” Keran admitted. “But we have to do whatever the hell is necessary.”
“We all want to save Justin,” Roger assured him. “We’re not going to shirk that duty. That is our first priority, but I wish there was a way we could track you. What about your cell phone?”
“They’ll take it away from him as soon as he gets there,” Martin interjected. “And they’ll know if he’s carrying any kind of surveillance device on him.” He shook his head. “No. we have to do what they want, because we don’t want to do is piss them off. These people mean business.”
Keran straightened his shoulders. He’d heard enough, and he’d said enough. Now, there was only one thing to do and that was to follow through on their instructions. He was walking to his death, but he couldn’t figure out a way to stop it. “Roger, you should go to the office and make sure everything is set. I want the transfer of power to be smooth and without any hitches. The pack shouldn’t feel there’s any gap in leadership. When I—I…” Keran cleared the lump that was stuck in his throat. “They should be able to come to you and feel they have someone reliable. Same with the business.”
Roger stood. He walked towards Keran, clapped his hand on his friend’s shoulder, and then hugged him. “I…” Roger stepped away appearing incapable of speech.
Keran had known this guy a long time. They had been damn near inseparable for the last seven years. Roger had seen him go through ups and down. He was there when Justin was born and when his wife died. “Be strong,” Keran said. “That’s all I want from you.”
Roger cleared his throat. “I’ll do it.”
Keran nodded. He glanced at Martin. Jealousy reared in his heart as he realized that when he was gone, Martin was free to move on to Devyn. Would he approach her in that way? If yes, what would she do? He’d felt a real connection with Devyn. If there were more time, if they had a chance to spend more time with each other, he would have taken tha
t opportunity to see if this relationship had a potential to go all the way. He’d held high hopes. “If—when Justin comes back, I want you to employ Devyn to look after him,” he instructed Roger. These were all practical matters and he needed to make sure everything was settled. Keran had little hope he would come back, and if he didn’t, he wanted someone to be there who could take care of his son as well or even better than he would have. Roger could take care of the practical matters but Devyn was the one who would provide the love, care, and attention his son needed. “I’ll talk about this with her, so she knows what might happen.”
“What if she doesn’t want to stay?” Martin asked.
His heart thumped in his chest as he thought about Devyn and Martin together. No. He wasn’t going to torture himself with those thoughts. If he wasn’t around, she was free to live her life as she wanted. All he desired was for her to stick around to take care of Justin. That was important. “She will. I’ll talk to her.” He rubbed his palms together, already feeling the adrenaline coursing through his blood. “Okay guys. We’ve said enough. There’s no point rehashing the same things over and over again. What’s done is done, and we need to go with the flow.”
Martin nodded while looking troubled
Keran stood and waited for Roger.
Roger cast a final glance at Keran. He shook his head but then he moved towards the door.
There wasn’t anything else he could say. He waited until they both left and then he walked out and jogged up the stairs.
Devyn was in the schoolroom, sitting on the window seat. Although he didn’t make a noise, it was almost as if she could sense his presence because she turned to look at him. She’d been crying.
Keran hated to leave her like this, but he owed much more to his son. “I’m sorry.”
She wiped a hand across her eyes. “Don’t be. It’s something you have to do.”
Keran sighed. He strode further into the room and sat beside her. He felt an overwhelming urge to touch her, but he didn’t want to complicate matters even more. “I’ll be leaving in a few.”
She grabbed his hands in hers. “Promise me you’ll do whatever is necessary to come back.”
“I’ll fight till my last breath,” he promised. He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “I want you to make a promise to me. It’s a lot to ask, especially because you don’t owe me anything, but if you agree to do this—then I’ll be okay.”
She searched his eyes with hers, as if trying to read a deeper meaning to his words. “What is it? Whatever you want, whatever you need…”
“I want you to stay here and take care of Justin. It would be nice if he could have someone he trusts and likes. He would need—some help with processing—you know, everything. I know you love him and he loves you back.”
She bit at her bottom lip. “I promise.”
“Good.” He nodded. Keran removed his hand from her face. “It’s a lot to ask for.”
“It’s not. I would be happy to do it.”
He felt relieved. At least that was one thing he could stop worrying about. As long as Devyn was with Justin, he would be in good hands. Of course, the best thing would be for the boy to have his father too, but Keran couldn’t guarantee it. He wasn’t at all confident about coming back alive. It would all depend on too many factors, and most of them he didn’t have any control over. But he’d promised her that he would do so. Not only for her, but also for his son. These were the two most important people in his life and he would do whatever was necessary for them.
He stared into her eyes, and Keran couldn’t resist. He bent his head and captured her lips in his. If it was the last time he touched her, he wanted to make it a memorable one. Perhaps he might not see her again, but he desired to leave her with memories that would make him a precious part of her. His tongue darted in to taste her and the sweetness of her mouth. The passion with which she responded overwhelmed him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
Damn it.
He never wanted this kiss to come to an end, but like all good things, it couldn’t last forever. He lifted his head.
“I’ll miss you,” she said.
“I’ll miss you more.”
She attempted a smile, but her lips trembled instead. “How much more, Keran?”
He kissed her softly on her cheek, wishing he could do something, anything, to reassure her that everything will be all right. “So much more that if I had to take millions of trucks to move how much I’ll miss you, from one corner of the earth to another, it would take eternity.”
Her eyes widened, and Keran cursed himself. He hoped he could live long enough to come back and let her know how much she meant to him. Obviously, she wasn’t totally convinced about the depth of his feelings for her. But right now, he needed to get out of here. He hated to leave her in this state, but there was no other choice.
Without saying anything else, he stood.
Her hand grasped his for a moment and then she let go.
He felt her gaze on him as he walked out of the room. Keran closed the door behind him. He felt so relieved when she didn’t make it more difficult by clinging and begging him not to go. That showed him that she loved his son and wanted him to try and get Justin back. And he couldn’t help but admire the strength of this woman. His woman. Keran knew he’d made the right choice in asking her to take care of his boy.
She would do the best as she could manage, and that was all he expected.
His car sat parked out in the front. Good. He’d given instructions. Keran didn’t want to take anyone with him, not even part of the way. Risking his own life was one thing, risking another person’s life was a totally different matter. He had no intention of making anybody suffer any undue hardship. He glanced at his house one last time and then took a deep breath. Whatever happened next, he felt ready for it. He got inside the car and drove off.
As instructed, he drove the car to Banyan Point and then parked it there. He switched off the engine, but left the keys in the ignition. He stepped out of the car and took a moment to look around. This was protected territory. No hunting was allowed. The forest was dense and dangerous. If one got lost, one could be in there for weeks and months.
But he was a wolf.
Keran leapt into the air and when he landed, it was on four paws. He ran quickly and steadily. He followed the path they had told him to take. Since they didn’t tell him if he could change forms or not, he assumed they didn’t care either way. Without wasting time, he made his way in. After about thirty minutes of running, he came to a clearing. The four wolves that blocked his path were dark brown in color. He’d scented them a long time ago, and he was positive they’d scented him, too.
They all stared at each other for some time, and then the wolves shifted, and so did he.
“Where is my son?”
One of the men, Joe, laughed. “What’s the hurry, dude? I need to check you first.”
Keran lifted his arms. He kept his shoulders relaxed. He didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of showing his anger, no matter how much they tried to provoke him.
Joe strode toward him. He patted Keran down. As expected, he took away the phone and tossed it under a tree. “You won’t need that.”
Keran didn’t say anything. It was a small price to pay for his son. “I’m not carrying anything else.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Joe made him take off his socks and shoes and checked them. Finally, he stood and waved his hand to the others. “He’s clean.” Then he turned back to Keran with a smirk on his face. “I’m glad you had the sense to listen.”
“My son is important to me, and I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize his safety. I want him back. I’ll take him back to the car and tell someone to pick him up. Then you can take me anywhere you want.”
“He’s leverage, dude. If we let him go, you wouldn’t do as you’re told.”
“I will.”
“Shut up.” Joe’s lips curled. “Com
e with us, if you want to see your son.”
When they shifted into wolves and ran off, he followed them closely behind. It seemed like hours while they zigzagged through the forest, and took paths he didn’t even know existed—then finally they emerged out.
A car stood on a nearby road.
Keran shifted form when they did. He was breathing heavily. It’d been a tiring run. Of course, his people would be able to follow his scent if they tracked him down through the forest. But once he got in the car, that scent would be lost.
They’d thought of everything.
He wasn’t surprised by their preparation. In fact, he’d expected something like this. Keran got into the car without a protest. “Why are you guys doing this?” he asked.
Joe switched on the ignition. “You’ll find out when the time is right.”
“What guarantee do I have that you’ll let my son go?”
“Shut up and let me drive. In any case, you’ll get the answers from our boss.”
Keran suspected that the Wolverines were hired by his arch rival pack, but so far, there was no evidence to connect the two groups. He would find out soon enough.
Joe drove them out of the city and with each passing moment, his hope about a rescue dimmed. It was very likely that he wouldn’t be able to return home. All he could pray for was that his son made it. When the car stopped at a factory, he sat straighter. Was this the place? The place looked abandoned. The gates opened and the car drove into a neglected courtyard that was empty.
Keran got out. “Where are we?”
Joe shoved him. “Less talking, and more walking. I’m tired of your yapping.” He was deliberately trying to goad Keran. It was easy to see that Joe wanted an excuse to beat him up.
Keran kept his mouth shut as he walked inside the grim, dark building. Few bulbs were lit in the hall they entered. Old machines were littered all over the place.
