“Olivia knows everything,” Torren said.
“What do you need from me? From the pack?” Baxter asked.
“Obviously, my mate is in danger. Someone needs to be with her twenty-four-seven, and it can’t always be me. We need to assign guards when I can’t be here.”
Baxter nodded. “I’ll ask for volunteers among the males in the pack. They’re stronger than the females and would be more of a deterrent if someone comes for her again. I have a feeling Jaxon will ask to be on the rotation.”
Torren’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not strong enough. A human male busted him up.”
“He saved me today,” Olivia pointed out. “He bit the other wolf’s neck and scared him into running away. I’d have died if it weren’t for Jaxon. Twice.”
Torren rubbed a hand over his mouth. “All right. Jaxon can help protect you. I know the two of you were friends before you came here. I’m sure you’re comfortable around him.”
“I’ll get a schedule worked out,” Baxter said. “And I’ll start looking into Gwen’s death. Obviously it wasn’t as cut and dried as we’d thought. If you believed it was this other wolf, and he seems to think it was you… it leaves me wondering just who the hell killed Gwen, and why did they do it?”
“Yeah, I’m wondering the same thing,” Torren said.
“I’ll see myself out.” Baxter turned and left the room. A minute later, the front door slammed shut.
“How’s your hip?” Torren asked, pulling the ice pack off her, then lowering her pants and panties. Olivia looked down and the bruise wasn’t only black, but was slightly swollen despite the ice.
“I’ll live,” she said.
“If you weren’t injured, I’d spank your ass for running off like that with an unknown wolf.”
The Alpha tone in his voice had her clenching her thighs together. After the way she’d enjoyed her previous spanking, it wasn’t much of a threat, and she had to admit that some part of her liked his dominant side. She’d never thought she’d be the type of person to like something like that, or like being tied up, but she’d loved everything Torren had done to her.
He gripped her waist and lifted her until she straddled him. “I could have lost you today.”
Olivia caressed his cheek. “I’m here. I’m fine, and so is the baby.”
He fisted her hair and dragged her lips to his, then he kissed her hard. His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she felt herself melting against him. Her lips felt bruised when he pulled away, and her panties were soaked.
“If you weren’t injured, I’d fuck you right now. Make you scream my name and beg for more. The need to mark you again is nearly driving me crazy.”
“I have a bruise, Torren. I’m not broken.”
His lips teased her jaw and the side of her neck, before he licked the shell of her ear. “Does my mate need a good fucking?”
Olivia whimpered. “Yes, please. I need you, Torren.”
“Stand up and strip,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
Olivia stood and removed her clothes as fast as she could. Torren slowly unbuttoned his jeans, the rasp of his zipper sounding loud in the otherwise quiet house. He shoved his jeans down over his hips, until his cock was freed.
She straddled him and lowered herself onto his length, taking him deep. Torren wrapped an arm around her waist, careful of her hip, and held on as she rode him. Her breasts swayed with every downward stroke, and Torren seemed mesmerized by them. He licked his lips as he stared, and she felt her nipples harden.
“It’s not enough, is it, baby?” he asked, reaching down to rub her clit. “Does that feel good?”
She bit her lip and nodded as pleasure surged through her. Torren kept rubbing and soon she was flying. She fucked herself on his cock, until she screamed out his name. Her release nearly left her breathless, but Torren hadn’t come yet. He held onto her, then reversed their positions. With her legs spread wide, he started thrusting hard, pressing her into the couch cushions. Torren didn’t slow, even when she came a second time. It was like he was possessed and as she looked up, she saw the wolf peering out at her. Torren flooded her pussy with his cum, but his shaft didn’t soften.
“You need me still, don’t you?” she asked, rubbing a hand up and down his bicep.
“Yes.” His voice was more animal than man, and it sent a thrill through her. She’d liked it when he lost control before.
“Then take me to the bedroom.”
Torren rose, taking her with him, their bodies still joined. He used his feet to nudge his jeans the rest of the way off, then he carried her to the bedroom, only pulling out before he eased her onto the bed. He looked downright feral as he stared at her, his cock hard and ready. And Olivia knew what he needed from her.
