with his very soul.
As if she couldn’t take it, she slumped against him as she shivered in reaction, her sex still clamped around him, his cock still twitching.
With his arms tight around her, he locked her to him.
And only after several minutes did he start to think that they were missing a piece of the equation.
And that they may never actually have it.
Chapter Three
At least an hour later, Duke heard the whisper of movement and voices from the other rooms.
The snick of a door opening made him look over his shoulder to see Kyle leave the bedroom, a pair of battered jeans his only clothing.
Kyle headed straight for the couch but his footsteps slowed as he caught sight of Duke and Tira, covered with the blanket but obviously naked and wrapped around each other beneath.
When their gazes connected, Kyle’s brows lifted in a silent question. Duke didn’t have an answer for the man who’d become more than his commanding officer in the past few months. He’d become a friend, something Duke didn’t have a lot of.
Besides Nic and now Kaine, Duke couldn’t think of anyone else who fit that title.
Not even Tira had fit into that category. Hell, he’d need a fucking thesaurus to figure out a title for her. Especially now.
Kyle held up his hand, his fingers spread. Five minutes. Then he disappeared into the bathroom.
Duke took a deep breath, the scents of sex and heat and Tira filling his head, making scenes from the past hours race through his head.
He didn’t regret the sex. He’d never regret the sex, no matter what happened later. But the consequences… Yeah, those were gonna be a bitch.
Reluctantly, he set Tira’s warm body on the cushion next to his, forcing down the urge to pick her up and run. The erection he’d been sporting since she’d fallen asleep deflated as the cool air hit it when he stood.
Running a hand over her bright hair, he was tucking the blanket securely around her when Kyle came back into the room holding a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt that he handed to Duke.
A few seconds later, dressed and feeling the walls closing in around him, Duke walked back to the kitchen where Kyle quietly prepped the coffeemaker.
“How’s Nic?” he asked.
Kyle leaned back against the counter as the coffeemaker gurgled and popped. “Tam’s checking him out now. Seems to be healing well. Even faster than Tam and the doctor thought he would.”
“And Kaine?”
“Groggy but back in her skin. Somehow, she got into the eteri ’s room last night and slept there. He’s still pretty out of it. Tam’s going to check on him next, see if he’s got any major damage. She didn’t find any last night but…you never know with eteri .”
“You think he’s like Tam? That he’s got a trace of the blood in him and that’s why this woman was holding him?”
Kyle shook his head. “There’s no scent at all. Is there anything you can tell me about the place you found him?”
“Yeah. It was meant to hold a whole lot more.”
Duke told Kyle about the warren of cells beneath the house as Kyle’s expression got darker.
“And you didn’t see one gods damn thing in the whole house that could help us identify who was holding him?”
“Nothing. It was clean. Hell, I didn’t even catch a scent of anyone other than the eteri .”
“ Vaffanculo , that’s just fucking great.” Kyle shoved a hand through his hair. “Back to square one.”
“Maybe not. Maybe we’ll be able to get something out of the eteri . Maybe he saw something. Maybe they didn’t have time to wipe him clean. Maybe she thought the house coming down would take him out of the picture.”
Kyle snorted as he poured coffee. “And maybe pigs’ll fly. Whoever this ‘she’ is, she’s been careful up to this point. She’s not gonna screw up that badly now.”
“You’re in a foul mood this morning.”
Kyle’s eyebrows quirked upward. “And you’re not?”
True.
Duke knew Kyle was giving him an opening. To
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