Saving Margaret by Krystal Shannan

could take years.”
    She sank back into her seat and took a deep breath. Their very way of life would be changing. Her whole pack could be targeted because they were opposing the Council.
    “No wonder Dad freaked out about the stalker.” A stolen glance at her mate told her everything she needed to know. His eyes were downcast and his body language was defeated. “He’s told us all it was coming, but it’s here, isn’t it.”
    He nodded.
    “But the Council had Peter.”
    “Your father stole him back.”
    She gasped. Her father was front and center. Council agents were already targeting her. She was lucky Scott had been there or she’d already be dead. That Council agent hadn’t been joking around. He would have killed her without a second thought.
    “Can we forget about all of this for awhile? I just want to be with you.”
    He leaned over and gave her soft kiss. His lips brushed so lightly. It wasn’t what she wanted. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him against her lips hard, kissing him back until he groaned. Her tongue danced with his. She sucked his bottom lip hard, nipping just a little. He growled and backed away.
    Moments later he was hauling her out of the truck and carrying her toward the grey building they’d parked in front of. She smiled. Satisfaction swirled through her and she ran her free hand along his chest, reveling in the firm muscles hidden just beneath his shirt.
    He set her down in front of an apartment door just long enough to unlock it. His breath warmed her neck and his fresh pine scent flooded her senses. Her body trembled from the inside out. She turned in his arms and started pulling up his t-shirt. Hard, rippling, lick-able abs greeted her fingers.
    He obliged her by removing his t-shirt, giving her complete access to his beautifully sculpted chest. Shifters in general were ripped. It had something to do with the metabolism balance between human and animal. But, she’d never seen seven feet of half-naked bear.
    Where is the bed? He said he had a bed in this place.
    A quick glance revealed bare hardwood floors, a TV, a recliner, and an opening that led to the kitchen area.
    A little on the empty side.
    “Come on, darl’n, the bed is this way.” His rumbling voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she smiled up at him, raising her arms over her head. She was rewarded with a huge grin. He tossed the purse she was holding onto into his old recliner. Then grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled up, tossing it across the room, as the rest of his massive form edged her toward the dark hallway.
    She’d missed that opening on her first glance through the place.
    They were still shuffling down the hallway as her bra clasp snapped and he yanked it away, also throwing it over his head. Her breasts were heavy and swollen. She gasped when his hands closed around them and his callused thumbs rolled over her pebbled nipples. She shuddered and held her breath, willing herself not to come right then and there.
    “Please,” she moaned into his chest. She slid her hands down his angular waist and began unbuckling his pants.
    “You will have me, love, but not before I get to taste you. You’re going to come so hard, you’ll think the world has shattered around you. And then,” he paused, “You’re going to do it again.”
    Her panties soaked at his words and she growled in anticipation. He pushed open a door, picked her up, and tossed her on top of a huge bed. His hands undid her skirt, pulled it off, and dropped it to the floor. Her shoes were next and her underwear.
    She lay completely exposed. A shudder fluttered across her skin as the air from the fan on the ceiling caressed her bare pussy.
    “I love that you are bare,” he complimented, running a finger between her labia. He brought his finger back to his mouth and sucked her juices from it. Her sex clenched hard and she moaned.
    “It’s the desert! If you don’t wax, you’re crazy,” she hissed. Her body was