Chapter 290

Her muscles clamp around me, she bites down on her bottom lip, letting go of my hair as she squeezes her eyes shut.

“Let me see those blue eyes or I will stop” i mutter, pausing what I’m doing.

She peers at me through slits, rolling her hips but still trying to keep the orgasm from ripping through her.

“Look at me.” I order.

As her eyes shoot wide, I remove my fingers and drive my cock into her tightly clenched pussy. Her fingers dig into my arms leaving half moons behind as she grits her teeth. Desperate moans ripple from her as I spread her legs wide, fucking her like there is no tomorrow.

Jamming my lips against hers, she finally lets go. Her body jolts against mine but I keep my lips on hers, letting her enjoy the moment, letting her moans vibrate through her until I could no longer wait.

Flipping her on her front, I pull her ass against me and slide back into her swollen pussy. She lets out a low moan as her face drops into the sheets, her hands balling up as she tries to keep her balance.

She glances back at me and something about her look drives me fucking wild. I slam into her over and over, spanking her ass with each moan until my own teeth are clenched together from the pressure and she screams out my name.

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Neah sits at the opposite end of the bath to me, a content smile on her face as the water lapped at her chest. Her knees are pulled up in front of her because she likes to claim that I take up most of the room.

I was quite tempted to read her mind, but I held off because we had agreed that I would only do it if I was worried or during sex.

I watch her happy, content blue eyes become sadder with every passing second. “Will we have to send them away?” she asks quietly “The boys?”

She nods. “When we had the threat before, all the children and the elderly temporarily left the pack.”

“I don’t intend to send anyone away this time. They are safer here with us where we can see them.”

“Right.”

I was waiting for one specific question. One that she hadn’t asked since she had learned what Brax claims to see. Maybe she didn’t want to know. Maybe she already knew.

“What about Abraxas, when this is all over? Do I just let him go?”

“I think that is something we will need to discuss when the time comes.”

“But you don’t trust him. That is what you said.”

“And I stand by that.”

There’s a knock on the door and I inwardly sigh. “Stay put.” I mutter, getting out of the bath. Neah sinks a little deeper into the bubbles as I wrap a towel around my hips.

“What?” I pull the door open to Klaus

“More Lycans have arrived.”

“How many?”

“A small pack. Maybe thirty-forty.”

“A pack of Lycans?” Neah calls out

“The guy said they are called Everwood Pack.” Klaus shouts back

“That can’t be right. According to Brax, Everwood was wiped out…. Though it seems Blair’s mother had gotten away, what if more had? “We will be there shortly. Take Damien and Eric and make sure Brax….”

“They are already with them.” He runs off down the hallway and I turn to find Neah already out of the bath and dressing.

“Are you sure you are ready for this?”

She nods. “I asked them to come.”

We make our way over to the training hall. Cars I don’t recognise are parked out front while arguments take place inside. More Wolves are hovering outside, waiting for permission to do something.

Neah doesn’t hesitate, ripping the door open and marching in.

A bald man with deep blue eyes approaches us. But he won’t look at Neah properly. He offers his hand to me and introduces himself as

Rykem As I take it, he yanks mel.ne

forward and whispers. “Why the fuck is there a Hunter here?”

“Precautions.” I mutter back.

My eyes quickly find Brax. He’s looping the training hall. His eyes darted between each one of the Lycans. Making them move around like a school of fish. Trying to put distance between themselves and their predator.

“Has anyone here gone Rogue?” I ask Ryken

“No, not any of us.” He tells me confidently

“Then you will have nothing to worry about.”

“Wait, what do you mean by ‘not any of us’?” Neah presses. “Are there more of you?”

His thick brows settle into a deep v.

“He’s talking about his stepdaughter.” Brax mutters as he makes his way to us. “Blair Everwood.”