Free Wolf's Surrender: Part of the Immortal Ops World (Shadow Agents / PSI-Ops Book 1) by Mandy M. Roth Page A

soaked in the destruction around him. Smoke filled the area and fires burned to his left and right. The air was thick and hard to breathe, but he didn’t care. His only concern was Alice.
    Where the hell was she?
    He’d been holding her to him as guards shot at them and then bam, everything had gone dark. Looking around, it seemed like the whole building had collapsed in his area. With a jerk , he spun to see that an entire cinderblock wall had been what had fallen on him.
    Fear ate at him. Alice wouldn’t have survived something like that. He should have been more banged up than he was, especially considering that prior to the explosion he’d been riddled with bullet wounds. He didn’t want to dwell on what the scientists had done to him. Now wasn’t the time. Whatever they’d done had made it so he was able to at least search for his woman.
    Mine , he thought, his heart still racing.
    And she was missing.
    Twisting more, he sniffed the air again, forcing himself to filter out everything but her scent. He caught it then, faint but there. The smell of strawberries and mint.
    Alice!
    The wolf continued to beat at him , and he let it peek through slightly, enhancing his senses even more. He dropped to where he’d just been and saw her then, lying there, not moving. He grabbed for her as gently as he could with his state of mind. The wolf reacted, clawing at his gut, demanding he do something because she wasn’t breathing. It wanted him to do the unthinkable and claim her. For a moment , he feared his wolf would win and he’d do just that.
    “Alice!” he shouted, lifting her and cradling her against his frame. He held her with one arm and grabbed for her face with the other. He cupped her mouth and was about to do a bastardized form of CPR when she gasped and laced her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer to her as her lips collided with his. Her tongue darted past his tongue and he growled, low and deep as need slammed through him.  
    Try as he might to control himself, he couldn’t. He’d spent too long being pumped endlessly with drugs that made him desire sex , and his wolf was too close to the surface. Need poured off Alice and Brad couldn’t deny her, even if he’d wanted to, which he did not. His tongue moved around hers in expert fashion as if the two had years of practice together rather than mere seconds.
    It felt as if someone had tied a rope around his waist, connecting him to Alice.   He’d had a similar sensation when, after his last beating with silver-coated chains, he’d had fleeting images of a pale redhead in need. His jaw sagged in disbelief as he put it all together, who the woman from his vision was—Alice.
    He knew he should back away and make sure she was safe and sound, but he couldn’t seem to gather control or stop kissing her. He took their kiss to another level, his tongue delving deeper. He yanked harder on her, trying to kiss his way through her. The feeling of being tied to her increased to the point he actually thought he might have managed to fuse to her.
    His cock responded to the idea, liking it very much. So much that it seemed to have a mind of its own. He couldn’t recall a time he’d ever been this hard, this desperate to have sex. He didn’t care about anything other than her and being one with her.
    Her eyes snapped open and she pushed on his chest, breaking their kiss, a look of sheer terror on her face. The sight ripped at his gut. He didn’t want her afraid of him.
    “Alice,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. You kissed me, and well, I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you back.”  
    She kept her hand on his chest and began to caress it. “Did I hurt you?”
    His brows met. Was she serious? Sure, she’d hurt him if she thought giving him a raging hard-on equaled pain. In all honesty, it sort of did. He had to reach down and adjust himself in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure in his cock.
    “No, baby,” he said softly. “You