“Everything will be fine.”
“What about Regan?” I ask. Regret and guilt flood me as I am reminded of the way he begged me not to reject him.
“Regan will meet us here once he knows what’s going on.” He lifts me quickly, scooping my legs out from under me. “But until then, you’re all mine,” he murmurs against my lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth. “And I know you’ll want to make up with Regan, so that means I better get in quick,” he chuckles.
“You truly are a glutton,” I retort, barely stifling a laugh.
“I don’t mind sharing, but I also don’t want to,” he laughs as he moves back into the room and tosses me on the bed. Zeke pulls the sheet away and crawls up the mattress to hover over me, but he pauses halfway, shakes his head, and his demeanor changes slightly. He coughs and bangs on his chest.
“Zeke?” I ask worriedly. He coughs again but then seems to recover.
“Maybe you should lie down?” I tell him, not liking how pale he looks.
“I’m fine. I don’t know what came over me.” He chuckles, gripping my ankles and ripping me toward him.
“Stubborn man,” I mutter, laughing despite my worry.
“Definitely one of my more charming traits,” Zeke replies, his grin flashing his pearly white teeth in the low light. His hands glide up my legs to my thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between them.
“This feels wrong while your father could be potentially hurt. Malachi has been kidnapped, and Regan is handling this all by himself.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Zeke’s grin fades. His fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my thighs, and I gasp, my worries temporarily forgotten. “But right now, we can’t do anything to help. So . . .”
“You’re unbelievable,” I tell him.
“Shh . . . You’re ruining my breakfast,” he growls playfully before his hot mouth finds my pussy.
Chapter Thirty-Four
I wake up in a sweat to Gnash whimpering, my heart racing in my chest only to find it is now dark. Hunter is frantically tugging the blanket trying to wake me, stopping when he notices my eyes open. Sitting up, Hunter looks at Gnash and whines loudly. Confusion washes over me, and I don’t even remember falling asleep. I clutch my head which is starting to throb.
“Gnash?” just as I spot Gnash by the fireplace.
A wave of panic crashes over me, seeing him standing over his brother, Shadow. Shaking off my sleepiness, I stumble toward them, my body swaying under a sudden bout of dizziness. “Hey boy, what’s wrong?” I try to sound soothing, my fingers gingerly sweeping through Shadow’s fur, but his panting fills me with unease.
Gnash nudges him with his nose, trying to get Shadow up, but nothing works, not even when he nips his ear. Shadow just huffs a breath out, his lungs making a rattling noise as if he is struggling to breathe.
Rushing back toward the bed, my hand falls onto Zeke’s sweaty chest. “Zeke! Wake up!” I urge. He snaps awake, the panic in his eyes mirroring my fear.
“Zirah?” he whispers, his voice raspy from sleep, his gaze goes to the windows to see it is dark outside. “What time is it, why is it dark?” he asks, tossing the blanket back. “And who turned the heat up?” he growls, but I grip his face.
“Something’s wrong with Shadow,” I manage to utter. Suddenly, vertigo washes over me, and my vision blurs as I tumble onto the bed.
“What’s wrong, Shadow,” Zeke asks, lifting his head to look at the wolf, his brows creasing in confusion.
A veil of perspiration clings to my forehead, droplets streaking down my face. My heart hammers relentlessly against my ribs. The room starts spinning, and Zeke’s words seem to be drifting from a distance.
“Are you alright?” he asks, tapping my face as I stare up at him.
“I think I stood up too fast,” I admit.
“Dammit, where is Lyon?” His voice sounds slightly panicked. So many questions spin relentlessly in my mind as I try to wrestle my focus back from the disorientation. How did we manage to sleep all day?
“He was only supposed to be an hour and a half away!” Zeke says, dialing Lyon’s number.
“Maybe something came up. Has he tried to call you?”
Zeke shakes his head. “No.” The phone rings out and goes to voicemail. He tries a few more times getting the same thing. “Where is he?” he snarls, dialing another number. He holds the phone to his ear. “And why isn’t Regan answering his phone now either, damn it!” he growls.
