“You really are going to help me?”
“Of course.” Cupping my cheek lightly in the palm of his hand, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. I fought a moan that wanted to slip free as fiery hot desire shot through me straight to my core at the feel of his lips against mine. “Come on.”
Taking my hand, he pulled me toward the open door of one of the rooms. I followed, my other hand going up to touch my lips. Then I scowled. What the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like some lovesick fool over a man I’d just met an hour ago. He might be my mate, and I may be stuck with him the rest of our lives, but this was just ridiculous.
Griff glanced back at me, his face full of laughter as he said, “I get it, sweetheart. I feel the same way.”
“Stop it,” I snapped, trying to yank my hand from his. “I’m not your damn sweetheart.”
This time he let the laughter slip free as he held on tighter to my hand, leading me over to one of the only two chairs in the room. Sitting down, he tugged me onto his lap, nuzzling my neck. “Yes, you are. You’re my everything, Shyla. You have been since the moment I heard your voice in my mind when I was standing outside that bar.”
“It’s so fast,” I whispered, a shudder running through me at the feel of his beard against the skin of my neck.
“We’re shifters,” he muttered, trailing a hand down my side to my hip. “It’s instant with us.”
I squeezed my thighs together tightly, a low moan rising up in my throat as his hand inched closer to where I really wanted it. Touching me, his fingers stroking over my clit, sliding inside my wet pussy. Just the thought of it had my claws emerging, small pants leaving my lips.
“You two need the room for a bit?”
Griff’s brother’s voice broke through the sensual fog that was surrounding me, and a low growl slipped free as I realized that once again, I’d succumbed to the mating heat and desire that hit all shifters when meeting their mates. Pushing away from Griff, I jumped from his lap, and quickly backed away from him, shaking my head. “No, what we need to do is find my sister.”
Griff held his hand out to me, giving me a small grin. “Come back here, Mate. My cat needs you near.” When I raised an eyebrow, his grin widened. “I promise, no groping for now. I just need to hold you.”
My gaze went to his brother and back to him, before I slowly gave in to my need to be near him, too. I wasn’t going to sit on his lap, though. I couldn’t concentrate when I was that close. All I wanted to do was rub all over him, marking him with my scent.
I shook my head when I saw the knowing look in his eyes, walking over to stand next to him. Close, but not in his lap like he wanted, which made my cat growl low in my head. “We don’t have time for this right now.”
“You’re right,” Griff agreed, slipping his phone from his jeans pocket. Finding the contact information he was looking for, he pressed send and put it on speaker, then reached over and took my hand while he waited for whoever he was calling to answer.
“Where the hell are you, Shadow? You should have done what needed to be done and been back here by now.”
The voice was gruff, but it held more worry than anger.
“Yeah, things took a little longer,” Griff said, as he slowly began stroking his thumb over the top of my hand.
“Did you get it done?”
“It’s done.” Griff’s eyes met mine, as he went on, “Mad Dog is dead, along with the patch members he had with him. There were some minor complications, though.”
“Like what?” the other man snapped, and now I could hear the anger seeping through the phone line.
“I found my mate,” Griff said, his warm brown gaze still connected to mine.
There was silence, and then, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, bring her back to the clubhouse, man. We’ll celebrate.”
“We aren’t going anywhere until we find my sister.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. I didn’t know a lot about MCs, but what I did know was that you weren’t supposed to tell the president of the club what was going to happen. He made the decisions. However, he wasn’t my president. He didn’t make my damn decisions.
“Explain.” The order was curt, but at least he didn’t seem anymore angry than he’d already been.
“Shyla’s younger sister, Avery, was kidnapped by the Lycaon Wolves,” Griff said, squeezing my hand and sending me an encouraging smile. “When she caught up with them, Avery was gone. They’d sold her off to someone who was taking her to sell at an auction.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“We killed the bastards, but now we are going to help Shyla track down Avery and get her back,” Brady cut in from where he stood, shoulder leaning up against the wall by the door.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need some prospects to pick up her car here in Fort Worth and take it back to the clubhouse,” Griff told him, bringing my hand over to rub the back of it against his cheek. My core clenched at the feel of his beard again, wondering how it would feel against the sensitive skin between my legs. “And I need Slash and a couple other members to meet us in Roswell, New Mexico.”
“That’s where she’s at?”
“That’s where the fuckers handed her over to some coyotes who are planning on selling her to the highest bidder.”
My eyes widened as I stared at my mate. How did he know that? And then a low growl slipped free when I caught what he’d just said. Coyotes.
“I’ll send some members your
