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up.”

“I’ve got a few things to take care of but I’ll be there this afternoon.” He needed to

explain to Marisol why he needed her to stay at his family’s beach house tonight as

opposed to her own place. They had a good security system and more importantly, he

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was going to have one of his brothers stay with her to keep an eye on her. It wasn’t as if

he could bring her to Perez’s home.

“See that you are.”

As soon as they disconnected, he scrubbed a hand over his face and sighed. He’d

finally met his mate and it couldn’t have come at a more complicated time in his life.

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Marisol glanced over her shoulder, worried that Stephan would check on her. After

tossing half her closet into her suitcase, she grabbed her gun, extra ammunition and the

printed layout of Perez’s home she’d acquired. She quickly tucked the weapon into the

bottom of her bag.

She’d tried telling Stephan she’d be fine staying at her apartment, but he’d been

absolutely unwilling to listen. Not that she was actually complaining about that part.

The sex with Stephan was like nothing she’d ever imagined.

She rolled her luggage into the living room to find him sitting on her couch. The

sage couch hadn’t been made for comfort and with his big size, he looked incredibly

uncomfortable.

“I’ve got all my stuff.” For some reason, having him scrutinize her place made her

nervous. When she’d moved to Miami, she hadn’t planned to stay as long as she had

and decorating hadn’t been high on her list of things to do.

He stood and immediately reached for her suitcase. Instinctively, her grip on it

tightened, but she forced herself to let go. She reminded herself that he wasn’t planning

to dig through her things, he was just being a gentleman.

As he started to roll it toward the door, she cleared her throat. Even though she

desperately wanted to get him out of her place, she still had unanswered questions.

“Why can’t I stay here tonight?”

“I’ll tell you once we’re out of here.”

“No. I want to know
now
.” She sat on the edge of the couch and crossed her legs.

The temperature had dropped considerably since yesterday so she’d put on a tight

turtleneck sweater dress with knee-high boots with four-inch heels. She didn’t miss the

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way his gaze lingered on her legs and she also couldn’t help the way her panties

dampened at the evident lust in his dark eyes.

“I can throw you over my shoulder, Marisol.” His voice was wry.

“You could, but I won’t make it easy for you. Do you really want people paying

attention to you? Remembering you were here?” She couldn’t bite back a grin at his

annoyed expression. He might be an alpha wolf but so was she. She didn’t take well to

orders, even if they were from her mate.

He swore softly under his breath and released her luggage. “I’m meeting with Perez

tonight and in case things go wrong, I don’t want you here alone. It’s doubtful he even

knows we left the club together, but I won’t take the chance.”

“You’re meeting with him? What does that mean?” Her heart quickened.

“I…I can’t tell you.”

“Why can’t I go with you?” she persisted. If he was meeting Perez, this was the

perfect opportunity for her to get to him.

“You just can’t.”

“So you’re going to go party with him and a bunch of his whores and you want me

to stay home? If that’s how you treat your mate—”

“Damn it, Marisol! You know that’s not what I meant. This is my job.”

Wordlessly she stood and strode past him. Something told her that no matter how

much she gave him the silent treatment, it wouldn’t matter. She needed to devise a plan

to make him listen to her. It sounded as if tonight’s meeting was important and it might

be the only chance she ever got to kill Perez. If only she could convince him to let her go

with him. No, that would never work. She’d just find another way to get to Perez.

She was silent as they made their way to the elevator and once they were cruising

down the road in his dark SUV, she finally broke the silence when it was obvious he

wasn’t planning to. “Is tonight’s meeting important?”

“Very.” Simple, one-word answer.

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She tapped her finger against the center console and gritted her teeth. If he didn’t

want to talk, that was fine with her. She’d been living by herself for the past year with

no real friends. It was a little depressing, but she’d gotten used to silence.

Palm trees and cars whizzed by as he headed toward Key Biscayne. She hadn’t

realized how close downtown Miami was to the barrier island. Before she realized it,

they were pulling down the long private driveway of his beach house. He hadn’t said it

outright, but his pack had to have a lot of money to own a private stretch of beach in

south Florida.
A lot.

Hers had done well enough for themselves and she’d managed to leave California

with a large chunk of funds but nothing compared to what the Lazos pack must have.

She couldn’t help but wonder what Stephan’s real place looked like and what he must

have thought of hers. All the furniture she’d gotten at second-hand stores and she

didn’t live in the best part of town—

“Stop, you’re killing me,” Stephan muttered.

“What?” She shot him a quick glance.

“Whatever you’re feeling insecure about, just stop…please. It hurts.”

“You can read my mind?” She’d heard of mates being linked telepathically, but

they hadn’t bonded so she’d assumed it wouldn’t happen.

“No. I can feel your insecurities.” He reached out and squeezed her hand.

Of all the things he could have done or said, that surprised her the most. She froze

for a moment but didn’t pull away. Human touch was something she’d desperately

craved over the past year. Her pack had been big and loud and often obnoxious, but

she’d loved them. She missed her oldest sister’s laugh more than anything. Marisol had

been the youngest of three girls and her sisters had always looked out for her. She hated

that she hadn’t been there for them. Hadn’t been able to stop what that monster had

done to her whole family. She didn’t know where that bastard wolf who’d betrayed

them to Perez was, but she knew where
Perez
was and that was good enough for her.

“Fuck,” Stephan growled as he threw the SUV into park.

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“What?” she gasped as his hold on her hand tightened.

Stephan unstrapped his seat belt before releasing Marisol’s restraint. Whatever was

going on in her pretty head was nearly killing him. His chest tightened in absolute

agony. She was such a mystery but now he knew without a doubt that she kept a lot of

pain and misery locked inside. He didn’t know much about comforting the opposite

sex. Sure, his younger cousins sometimes came to him for advice, but this was different.

He wanted to take all of Marisol’s pain and just make it disappear.

“Come here,” he murmured, reaching for her.

Without having to explain his intentions, she understood. She was surprisingly

agile for wearing those fuck-me boots. Within seconds she straddled him, stretching her

petite body over his.

Her dress rode up over her legs, pushing up high enough that he could see a peek

of bright red panties. His hands settled on her thighs. She tensed under his touch, but

her hips rolled once. Even with clothes on, he could feel the heat of her pussy rubbing

over his cock.

Like a mindless animal, his body wanted to fuck, but the pain he’d sensed from her

still lingered in the air. “Tell me what happened to your family,” he murmured.

“I can’t. Not yet,” she whispered. More than anything he wanted to push and force

her to tell him, but he didn’t have the heart to.

Her dress was some sort of turtleneck thing so he clasped the bottom hem and lifted

it upward. With her legs tightly clasping around him, she rose up and allowed him to

pull it over her head. Somehow he managed to get it free of her body.

When he finally got to view what he’d been craving all morning, his cock jerked

against his pants, begging to be set free.

Wearing a lacy cherry-red matching bra and panty set with knee-high boots, she

was a wet dream come to life. Everything about her drove him wild. Not wanting to

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remove her bra completely, he shoved the straps then lace cups down to reveal perfect

brown nipples. She shivered under his gaze, but the pain he’d sensed earlier had

subsided.

Now all he felt was her desire. It shined from her eyes in white-hot lust and

emanated from her body in potent waves. And all he wanted at that moment was to be

inside her. He wanted to ease her ache as much as he wanted her to ease his.

She reached down and clasped her fingers around his belt buckle. Her hand slipped

once so he took over, unwilling to wait. He hadn’t bothered with boxers because he

didn’t want the extra barrier. He wanted to fuck Marisol when and where he wanted

with as little trouble undressing as possible.

When he lifted his hips, she loosened the grip she had with her thighs and helped

him tug his pants down. His movements were constrictive and it was surprisingly hot.

He cupped the back of her head before devouring her mouth. Kissing and teasing her

tongue in much the same way he’d teased her pussy earlier, he tried to remind himself

to give her
some
foreplay, but his cock wasn’t listening.

She rolled her hips against his, and each time her lace-covered mound rubbed

against his dick, he moaned into her mouth. He felt as if his body was on fire and

Marisol was the only thing that could douse it.

Dipping his head, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. As he traced his

tongue around the hardened bud she arched her back, pushing herself deeper into his

mouth.

She made tiny gasping sounds as she rubbed her body against his. Her fingers

clutched his shoulders tightly and each time he tugged on her nipple, her body

trembled.

He continued his assault on her breast and at that moment, he wished he had more

hands. He wanted to touch all of her. His hands trailed up her thighs around to her ass.

Smooth, tight skin greeted him. Dipping his finger underneath the stretchy material of

her thong, he pulled it back and let it snap against her soft skin.

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“Ah,” she moaned, and threaded her fingers through his hair.

His cock was becoming drenched with her juices. Even through the lace

obstruction, he could feel how wet her pussy was. Keeping one finger under the strap of

her thong, he trailed back to the front of her body before pushing the flimsy material to

the side. He cupped her mound and rubbed his middle finger over her soaking slit

without penetrating. The teasing action had the intended effect.

She surged against him so he grasped her hips and lifted her so her opening

hovered over his cock.

“You ready?” he asked.

Wordlessly, she nodded.

Without giving her time to prepare, he surged into her, pushing balls-deep with one

long thrust.

“Stephan,” she groaned.

And he wanted more of it. He wanted his name on her lips at all times. He wanted

her to think of him whenever she touched herself, whenever he couldn’t be with her.

Thrusting forward, he didn’t give her time to adjust.

Her pussy spasmed and fluttered around him as he jerked forward again. When she

moaned loudly he froze, worried he’d hurt her. At his pause, she lifted up and slammed

down onto him again and again. She took him to the hilt and still wanted more.

Mesmerized, he stared at her as she rode him and had to force himself not to come.

He was so close, but he wanted to make sure she came first. Her eyes were closed and

her dark hair tumbled around her face and shoulders in thick waves.

“Touch yourself,” he murmured.

Without opening her eyes, one of the hands that had been clasping his shoulder so

tightly found its way between her legs. He stared at the vision of his cock driving into

her sweet pussy while she rubbed herself.

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It was too much to bear. Leaning forward, he kissed her other breast, licking and

laving the top and underside before zeroing in on her rock-hard nub. The second his

tongue touched it, her inner walls clamped tighter around his dick.

It was as if her pussy was connected to what he was doing with his mouth. Lashing

his tongue over her nipple again, he groaned when she began spasming around him.

“Just like that, Stephan,” she whispered.

He cupped her breasts, pushing them up and alternating between which nipple he

sucked. The more he teased her, the faster she rode him. She abandoned her clit and

clutched the seat behind him. Moving up and down, faster and faster, until her back

bowed and she cried out his name. Her pussy gripped him like a vise until her cream

flooded over him.

As soon as her climax started, he allowed himself to let go. He released her breasts

and gripped her hips. Letting his head fall back against the headrest, he slammed his