“We need to go now,” I insisted, trying to pull my hand from Griff’s.
“You would just have to wait for them to get to Roswell anyway. You might as well stay where you’re at and leave together. Safety in numbers.”
He was right, I knew he was, but it still pissed me off. I hated the thought of sitting around and waiting when I could be out doing something, anything, to find Avery.
“Shyla.”
Wraith’s voice broke through my thoughts that were swimming with turmoil, and I snapped, “What?” Immediately regretting it afterwards. These men were willing to help me get my sister back, and I was acting like a spoiled little bitch needing to get my way.
No, you’re acting like someone who cares about your sister.
I looked gratefully at Griff as Wraith’s voice reached me. “You are mated to one of my enforcers now, which makes you one of us. We will find your sister, this I promise you, but we have to be smart about it. Sending just you, Shadow, and Demon in isn’t enough. You need backup. Slash and Holliday will be there soon, along with some other of the club members and a couple of prospects who will follow you to Roswell in your car in case you need it.”
He didn’t say it out loud, but I knew what he meant. In case my sister was in bad shape and wasn’t able to ride on the back of a bike. I nodded slowly, knowing it was smarter to do things his way. “I understand. We’ll wait.”
A short burst of laughter slipped over the line, and I realized how I’d come off once again to the leader of the MC my mate was a part of. Like a fucking regal princess. Shit.
“See you in a few hours.”
I noticed Griff’s frown as the line was disconnected and he looked over at his brother. “Did you catch that?”
“Yep.”
“What?” I asked, knowing I’d missed something important.
“Sounds like Wraith is planning on making the trip himself,” Demon said, turning to grasp the doorknob.
“Where the hell are you going?” Griff demanded, sending his brother a scowl.
Demon shrugged, his gaze going from Griff to me. “We have at least three hours. Thought I’d give you some time alone.”
He opened the door, but before he could leave, I said, “Demon?”
He looked back at me, hesitating slightly before muttering, “You can call me Brady.”
I smiled as I whispered, “Thank you, Brady. For everything.”
He nodded, before locking the door and shutting it behind him, leaving without another word.
“Well, hot damn.”
“What?”
A slow grin crossed Griff’s lips as he pulled his gaze from where his brother had just stood to look at me. “You may not know it, or even understand it, Mate, but he’s just given you an honor he hasn’t given anyone else.”
An honor? What was that supposed to mean? “He did?”
“I’m the only other one allowed to call him Brady. You just got your welcome to the family.”
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Shadow
Shyla’s eyes widened in surprise, her gaze going to the door again before coming back to me. She was so fucking beautiful. Long hair that I wanted to slide my hands through and hold tight, deep green eyes I could drown in, soft, pink lips I needed to taste. I wanted to give Shyla the time she needed to accept both me and my cat, but it was hard. My cat was pushing me to take her, I wanted to sink balls deep inside her and claim her, and I was having issues concentrating on anything else.
As if reading my mind this time, she pulled her hand from mine and slowly backed away. A deep growl rumbled up my chest at the sight of her running from me, and I rose from the chair, adjusting my hard, aching cock. Her eyes went to where my hand cupped my dick through my jeans, and she licked those full, luscious lips. Another growl slipped free, and I began to stalk toward her.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered, tearing her eyes from my hand, raising her head to meet my gaze.
“Yes, we should,” I muttered, moving in close until our chests touched. “I can’t think about anything else right now except you, Shyla. Claiming you, making you mine.”
“Griff.” My name was a breathless moan on her lips, one I caught as I covered her mouth with my own. The kiss was rough, and no matter how much I wanted to slow down, I couldn’t. I was too excited, too turned on. I needed my mate.
I licked at her lips, biting at them, devouring them, and then licking them again. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, stroking the depths, finding her tongue and tangling it with my own. Her moans pushed me higher, causing my fangs to drop as I mapped her body with my hands. From her shoulders, down her back, over her leather-clad ass. Grasping the firm, round globes in my hands, I pulled her up into me, rubbing my cock against her. A deep shudder ran through me as I felt her hands slide up under my shirt, her nails raking across my back. I was so fucking hard, I hurt.
Pulling back, I groaned her name. Sliding her thin leather coat from her shoulders, I threw it toward the chair, her shirt soon following. In seconds, her bra was off, and her light pink nipple was in my mouth. I felt her hands in my hair, holding me tightly against her breast as I licked and sucked.
“Griff!” she cried out, her fingers sliding into my hair, holding me to her. “Please!”
My breathing was harsh, as I rasped around her nipple, “Please what?”
My hands were at her waist, moving to slide her pants down over her hips, taking her underwear with them. I wondered briefly if they matched her dark red, silky bra I’d removed seconds before, but didn’t take the time to check. I wanted her naked, her skin against mine,
