With her body still trembling, and moans of pleasure spilling into the air, he tugged the shorts and panties from her body. He released her wrists so he could grab her ass and lift her. Sienna’s legs wrapped around his waist and her hands plunged into his hair.
There was no hesitation this time. With another roar of possessiveness, Warrick flexed his hips and surged up into her body.
“You belong to me, Sienna.” With a roar that lifted into the canopy of trees, Warrick let go of his restraint and pounded up into her. Moving harder and faster in a rhythm that grew closer to appeasing the animal within him. He buried his face against her neck again.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The chant echoed in his head with each thrust. Coincided with her gasps of pleasure and the way she met each hard thrust. Her scent, the feel of her body, consumed him. Until nothing mattered but claiming her in the physical and literal sense.
This time when his canines slid down, he didn’t try to hide them. He let the sharpness of his teeth scrape against her silky flesh and heard her whimper of surprise.
His pleasure grew, expanding in his head, narrowing his line of vision until his thighs tightened and he knew he was about to come.
Mine. He didn’t hesitate, but closed his teeth over her skin. Biting. Marking. Claiming.
Sienna screamed, her nails raking down his back as the walls of her sex hugged his cock and spasmed as she came. He was right there with her, releasing himself again and again inside her, until he was physically and emotionally spent.
He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against hers, waiting for the frantic beating of his heart to slow and the ability to form a thought to return. And when it did reality slammed into him like a semi.
Warrick opened his eyes and stared beyond her into the forest—seeing nothing but his career, his life within the shifter community, coming to an end.
Chapter Fifteen
Sienna pulled back and glanced at him, making a sweet little nervous laugh that had his gut clenching.
“Wow. That was…intense,” she murmured and touched her neck. “But…I liked it.”
He dropped his gaze to the red marks on her neck. The bite wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, and it would soon fade. But its connotation wouldn’t. He’d just claimed Sienna as his mate. And she didn’t even have a clue.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Warrick lowered Sienna back to the ground and stepped away from her, not trusting himself to say anything. He didn’t want to think about why he’d done it or if there’d be regrets later. Right now it was just easier to be a little numb.
“Warrick? What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and thrust an unsteady hand through his hair. Not ready to answer her yet. He needed a distraction. To think about something else besides his life going down the drain. There’d been a reason he’d come out here in the first place. Before he’d seen her with Agent Hilliard and gone blind with jealousy.
Of course…
“The jump drive,” he accused. “Why didn’t you tell me about it?”
The concern fled from her face, replaced quickly with shock. Then fear. Her head moved from side to side in denial, before she turned away from him and fumbled around for her clothes.
“You found it? When?” She tugged on her shirt and spun to face him, her mouth trembling. “Where is it now?”
Unable to tear his gaze away from the red marks on her neck, he replied flatly, “Quinton has it.”
“Oh my God. You didn’t. You didn’t! This can’t be happening.” Spinning away again she found her panties and shorts, offering him a seductive glance at her naked ass before she tugged those on too. Then she spun around, stormed toward him, and slammed her palm against his chest. “Are you absolutely insane?”
Warrick blinked, some of the numbness fading as the big picture swam back into focus. Something that had nothing to do with his claiming Sienna as his mate, and everything to do with the lives at risk. Her rage flew at him in waves, making his own vat of hot anger simmer hot and volatile inside him.
“I can’t believe you would do this, Warrick. After I told you I didn’t trust him.”
When she went to slap his chest again, he caught her wrist and jerked her against him. “You can’t believe what I’ve done? Dammit, Sienna. You lied. Again.”
“I couldn’t tell you about the jump drive—you know that.”
“The hell you couldn’t.”
Why the hell had he even bothered to protect her? She’d dug herself a nice, deep grave. And he knew what would happen next. They’d go back to the safe house and the agents would discuss doing a memory wipe on Sienna.