Page 46 of House of Wolves
It takes what feels like hours but is probably only seconds to come down, regain myself, and take hold of my breath. Brick falls on top of me, barely holding himself up, and my legs quiver, attempting to take his weight. I look down, witnessing the blood from underneath me, smeared from my body, and on the ground lies Kilo, his eyes blank and his body stilled. “Fuck,” I mutter, pushing myself up. Brick jolts from behind me, removing his weight and grabbing me. He attempts to turn me to him, but we’re stuck. “Fuck,” he whispers, sad and defeated. I reach back, feeling his neck, running my hand against his chiseled jaw. He’s already returning to his human self.
“I’m sorry, Carmen. It wasn’t me.”
“No, it’s okay. I felt the same way. We’re okay.”
“Fuck, no. We’re not okay. We need to get out of here.”
I caress down his skin, pebbled with stubble, trying to calm his panic I sense rising. “If what Kilo said is true, we’re the only ones here. It will be okay. This had to happen. We wouldn’t have gotten far without knotting. Our bodies wouldn’t allow it.”
My words settle him, and he leans into me, sniffing my hair and roaming his hands over my stomach. “You did it. You saved us.”
“I guess so.”
“How did you shift?”
“I don’t know. I think it was because I was ovulating. I willed myself to imagine being impregnated by you.”
He tenses. “You did?”
I pat him. “Don’t worry. Your sperm hasn’t reached my eggs, and now that I’m thinking clearly, I’m building that wall.”
He kisses the back of my neck. His cock hardens inside of me, his knot deflating. “God, thinking about you carrying my child does something to me. That must be the hottest fucking dirty talk I’ve ever heard.”
I laugh, the sound so foreign in the cold, lifeless room. “You’re a freak.”
His teeth graze over my skin. “I’m your freak, forever.”
Forever. The word hits me—the implications of having a mate. I haven’t had time to register all of this, and now is not the time to do so. I straighten, and Brick falls from me with a pop, his semen running down my legs. “Fucking, Christ.” He moans, stepping away from me, clenching every part of himself as if in an attempt to steady.
I’m a fucking mess, covered in blood and semen. My clothes ripped to shreds from my shift. A fresh lab coat hangs in the corner, and I grab it, pulling the fabric over myself.
Brick glances at me briefly but diverts his attention. “God, Carmen. A lab coat? Why?” He whimpers, rubbing his eyes as if the sight pains him, before shoving himself back in his pants.
“It’s all I have. Please, Brick. Will yourself to focus.” I can’t imagine that I look appetizing at this moment, but to my mate, I’m apparently a Michelin star meal. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself.
My eyes catch the manila folder atop the metal table. I grab it, skimming the contents. “Jesus Christ.” My stomach churns, but I force myself not to look away. There are pictures of werewomen, lying unconscious and bare. Notes are scribbled next to the images, describing what’s happening, but I don’t believe it for a second. This wasn’t science for Kilo. This was a perverted way to get himself off. He hates Weres so much that he became obsessed, finding pleasure in our torture. I hold back my bile, my eyes landing on a detailed report of the serum. “Brick, look.” I hand him the file, and his eyes scan, widening as he takes in the information. “This is it. This is what we’ve been looking for. This could give us what we need to counteract their attack, to find an antidote for their discovery.”
Could it really be this easy? Kilo brought us into a room, alone with the answers so close. It’s idiotic of him, but it makes sense. He was a sick man, driven to desperation that clouded his sense of reasoning. I can’t waste time pondering his actions. We need to get the fuck out of here.
I grab my mate, folder in tow, and open the metal door. We have women to free, an evil establishment to dismantle, and all of this is just the beginning.
21
Wild Boar
Istandatopahill,the concrete square building below. Swarms of police and suited unknown men trail in and out of the structure, like a group of ants excavating a box of sugar. Except the contents inside are far less sweet, a cube of torture and depravity.
It’s been mere hours since Brick and I exited the facility, both of us filthy, exhausted, and dragging out the three drugged women we rescued. It didn’t take long for Cameron to pick up our scent through the woods. His shoulders deflated the moment he saw me, tears in his eyes as he cradled my jaw and pulled me in close. That’s when I lost it, sobs rushing out of me. The last few days' events crashed over me in a wave of relief and exhaustion. I didn’t let the hug last long, as I was still naked besides the lab coat held together by a rope I found, and covered in Kilo’s blood and Brick’s semen. Not a state to be in when embracing your brother.
After that, everything was a whirl. The pack came, the National Department of Supernatural was called, helicopters buzzed overhead, and I was taken to a nearby pack member’s house to shower and given a clean set of clothes. My body moved from one task to the next, only focusing on my present actions instead of contemplating the recent events and my newfound mate.
Now, the tension has died. The girls are safe and in medical care, finally coming into their consciousness, I’m told. I catch Brick closer to the building, his expression clenched and his arms crossed. Someone must have loaned him their coat because his previously bare chest is covered with brown wool. His eyes catch mine, and his jaw loosens, his eyes blazing even from many feet away. My heart drums as he makes his way over to me, climbing up the steep hill as if it’s nothing. Even with the crowd, my cells burst into song, begging me to run the rest of the way and meet him with an embrace. I steel myself, holding my breath until he’s inches from me.
“What’s going on?” I ask, willing my brain to focus on his response instead of my stupid fucking need.
“It’s a shit show,” he says under a heavy breath. “They’re all gone. Everything is wiped.”
“What? How?”
