“Will you touch yourself for me? Make yourself come, Grace.”

Her breath caught but the flood of moisture around his c**k told him she wasn’t bothered by the idea at all. Fuck. He tried to think of the table of elements to keep from coming but he was close.

“I want to see you.”

She nodded, her hand sliding down her belly. Her fingers brushed against his cock, down where their bodies joined, gathering moisture and taking it back to her clit. He sat back straighter so he could watch.

The pale skin of her hand stood in stark contrast to the darkened flesh of her pu**y, glistening with her lube. His c**k thrust into her and pulled back out, her body loath to let him go.

Her eyelids sank as her lips parted.

“Jesus you’re so hot. So sexy. Look at me, I want to look into your eyes when you come, when I come inside you.”

Slowly, she dragged her eyes open and continued to finger her clit, her body tightening around his. She hissed and arched as her pu**y clamped down around his cock. It was all he could take and with a long groan he thrust deep and came.

Their eyes never left each other. He felt her within him, where she’d been lodged since the first time he got a good whiff of her two weeks prior.

Without a word, he carried her into their bathroom and ran the water. He needed to minister to her, the way she had him countless times since he’d claimed her.

Chapter Eleven

He’d been so good to her the night before after making love. He’d taken her to their shower and washed her hair, soaped up her body as she stood under the warm spray and let him do all the work.

She’d marveled out loud to him of his sweetness as she’d sighed, leaning back into his body as he soaped up her hair. His hands on her scalp had been strong but gentle.

He’d looked at her like she was the most precious thing he’d ever seen and said, “I’m in love with you. I want to take care of you. You’ve been working so hard, I just want to send you off to Chicago with my hands on you in your memory.”

And they’d been. The way he’d kneaded her neck as they’d rejoined the rest of the family for wine out on the deck. The way he’d looked at her in the moonlight as if no one and nothing else existed.

All her life, despite being the smart one, the overachiever, the successful one, she’d never actually felt cherished and adored. He did that.

So she could get on that plane before the sun rose and head to Chicago to do her best because he made her want to be the best person she could.

“You’re good for him,” Dave said from his seat across from her. “For a long time all that existed for Cade was the Pack. He became more and more obsessed with details and control and less warm. Less human and more wolf I suppose. The difference is amazing. The Cade I grew up with is back.”

“I feel like I’m in a fairy tale, you know? He takes care of me, he worries about me. He makes me eat my vegetables and counts my calories to be sure I eat enough.” She shrugged with a smile. Cade made her want to cry sometimes and it wasn’t something she normally did.

Dave moved next to her and put his arm around her, smoothing a hand over her hair. The strength of Pack, the love of Pack. He knew her, knew she needed the touch and gave it. No judgment, just love.

They landed and true to his word, Jack met her right at the stairs of the plane with a big hug and a kiss on the top of her head.

“Hey there, shortstuff.” He handed her a cup of coffee and a brown paper bag. “Coffee and a bagel, cheese, meat thing.”

She grinned. “Thank you, Jack.”

All the while, he’d been hustling her to the car where Tegan waited inside. Dave sat up front with the driver and Ben sat just behind them with Benoit.

Tegan rubbed her face along Grace’s jaw. “Morning, Grace.”

Grace greeted them all, took a sip of coffee and called the house to let Cade know she’d arrived safely. He insisted on talking to Jack, who humored him and promised to keep her safe before hanging up.

“Okay, head out to the area around the lab you found Tegan at. I’ve been thinking about it for a bit and wondering. When we were kids, my parents had this restaurant we used to go to. It’s not there anymore. I can’t remember exactly where it was but I looked around online and I think it may be around there.”

They headed out and she sat back in the seat and tried to think. She hadn’t met Warren at Pellini Group headquarters. She’d met him again after arranging it through their parents. She’d tried to contact them since she’d left Chicago but they’d changed their number and Ben told her they’d cleared out of their house leaving nothing behind. Both of them worked for her brother in some capacity so there wasn’t a job she could trace them to.

There had to be a key, something she was overlooking.

“You looked at my condo?” she asked absently, leaning into Jack.

“We did. They’d been there. Kicked your door in. I’m sorry to say your stuff had been totally wrecked. We got a scent trail but lost it a few blocks away. They’d been to your old job as well but since you left and cut off contact with everyone so long ago, no one knew anything.” Ben had leaned forward to answer her and she reached back to touch him. She realized the way they were Pack and it warmed her.

Tegan smiled when she caught her eye, a knowing smile. Grace knew her sister-in-law had had her own share of heartache but had found something special with Ben. Still, even as she’d been hurting, she’d been surrounded by Wardens. Not such a bad thing.