I’d never be able to resist. You now own a part of me that no other can.”
“Does that mean you own a part of me now?”
She nodded. “Yes, Lance. We will forever be connected.”
He kissed her softly, and as he slowly pulled away, he caressed her bottom lip with his thumb. Even though the heat of the wolf was not fueling him, commanding him, there was still a part of him that was jealous in his need to have her. “Good. I scored big finding you. You’re hot,” he teased her, and she smiled. Holding her gaze, he cringed as a sharp pain stung his heart. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
She glanced down for a moment, her hands pressed flat against his chest. “You didn’t. That’s the one nice thing about being a wolf. We like the rough stuff.”
He brushed his fingers over the soft skin of her cheek and whispered, “That might be a good thing.”
She arched a brow. “Why do you say that?”
“Because we’re about to walk out of this room with everyone on the other side of that door knowing we just had sex.” He paused. His hands cradled the back of her skull, fingers weaving through her silky hair. “Especially Walker.”
Chapter Seven
“Are you out of your mind?” Shadow’s telepathic link to Silence was exceptionally strong and sounded as if she was using a bullhorn to communicate her thoughts. Damn the strength of their psychic bond. The intense invasion into her mind had her automatically raising the shields she’d learned to build over the years to block her thoughts. Telepathy was powerful among lycans and especially so between twins. Shields didn’t always work.
Sharing a psychic link with her sister had come about much earlier than it did for most lycans. For them, the connection began even before birth—a supernatural connection that only twins possessed. Even though Shadow was questioning her about her actions, Silence knew that her sister already understood better than anyone else what had just happened to her.
Her gut churned, and Silence was unwilling to speak on the topic of her and Lance. At the reminder of the man that had ruled over her wolf in a heated instant, she immediately looked around to see who was present in the room. Her eyes settled on the surrounding faces.
Still wearing his deputy’s uniform, Gavin’s familiar brown eyes softened as he glanced down, and his broad shoulders slumped forward when he turned away. He was the closest thing to a brother she’d had, and he was clearly displeased with what had just occurred, but judging was not something he ever did—at least not with her.
Seeing his posture shift and his inability to look her in the eye told her all she needed to know. He was disappointed. However, as a lycan, he understood the unrelenting power a wolf possessed over its mate. She knew that, but it didn’t strike the guilt she felt over her present situation.
The muscles in Declan’s jaw ticked as he held her stare before casting his aqua-blue gaze in another direction. His soot-covered, white T-shirt clung to his defined chest and looked as though at any moment the muscles of his body might burst through the seams.
Declan wasn’t the tallest of the men around her, but at six foot two, he wasn’t short either. He did, however, have more sinew and an attitude that demanded the respect he believed he deserved. Over the years as a warrior for their kind, Declan rightly earned their regard.
Like always, Marcus stood beside Gaius. Both their bodies swelled with the strength of their wolves, looking as though the spirit of the wolf was somehow a phantasm surrounding their mountainous frames that only other lycans could sense. Always on alert, both Marcus and Gaius wore black military fatigues that matched their shoulder-length, black hair. Marcus’s deep ocean-blue eyes were unique and different and seemed to penetrate deep into her soul, scrutinizing and searching for what her mind and expression wouldn’t reveal. He had the remarkable ability
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