his answer might affect her, he crossed his arms over his chest to prove he meant no harm.
She continued to breathe rapidly, taking in his full length, pausing when she reached the bulge between his legs. The hard line of her mouth softened. His cock got even thicker, his body aching for hers as much as he sensed hers did for him.
In the last seconds, her nipples had constricted even more, becoming hard brown peaks, accentuating the length of the tips. He dug his fingers into his arms, frustrated that he couldn’t lick or touch them.
She must have noticed his desire. Quickly, she pulled the sheet to her breasts while keeping her weapon trained on him.
“Who. Are. You?” she insisted. “Do you even understand English? Do you need me to say it in Spanish or some other…?”
He interrupted. “I’m Kuma. I understand the languages on this side.”
She blinked slowly as though waking from the effects of another dart. “Kuma? The languages on this side?”
He nodded.
Her brows drew together. “Right. Is Kuma your first or last name?”
“My only one.”
“Just like a rock star, huh?” Gwen’s expression registered her increasing suspicion. “Where are you from? And don’t you dare say Seattle. I’m not buying it with your accent. Where were you born?”
He had no idea what to say other than the truth. Hopefully, it wouldn’t frighten her too badly. “E4.”
“E what?”
Kuma inclined his head to Staci. “The female’s a member of your pack?”
Gwen made a face. “My what?”
“She isn’t a threat to you?” he pressed.
“Of course not,” Staci said. “What are you talking about? She’s my cousin. We share this place.” She started toward the bed.
Kuma stepped in her way.
Staci stopped. From the corner of his eye, Kuma saw Gwen drop the sheet and clutch her weapon in both hands again, waving it at him.
“Hey,” she snapped. “I told you not to move.”
“What’s he doing here?” Staci shouted, her attention darting from Gwen’s naked chest to his.
“How’d you find this place?” Gwen asked him. “How’d you know to bring me here?”
Thankfully, the wind had blown from her home to him. He’d simply followed her fragrance, and it had led him in the correct direction. “It bears your scent.”
“Huh?” Staci said.
Gwen gaped at him. “What kind of an answer is that?”
“How’d he get in here?” Staci cried.
He spoke before either of them became unmanageable. “I used what those on your side call a key.”
Uncrossing his arms, he gestured to the small metal device he’d left on a side table. Faint light from the outside glinted off it. Behind the furniture, the illumination created a stain of brightness on the wall. Small, dark shapes wiggled down it, a silhouette of the rain streaming over the windows.
“You dropped it,” he added to Gwen.
She glanced at her wet clothes piled on the floor. “You undressed me.”
Kuma nodded, recalling every moment. The wondrous feel of her dewy skin, how chilled it was from the rain, warming her with his hands and mouth, his face above hers, meeting her beautiful—
“You put me to bed,” she said, interrupting his thoughts.
“Seriously?” Staci blurted.
Gwen shot her a look, then spoke to him. “Answer me.”
He hooked his thumbs in his front pockets. “I had little choice. You couldn’t move on your own. You had trouble staying awake. The dart drugged you far more easily than it does those on my side. I saved you from the guard.”
Staci blurted, “What dart? What guard? My God, Gwen, is he saying you were attacked tonight?’
“By a guard,” Kuma repeated, his attention never straying from Gwen. “The wound from his dart is on your neck.”
Her hand flew to it. Just as quickly, she pulled her fingers away, pushing them through her hair instead.
It was a darker brown than his, far shorter too, the ends pointing in all directions, looking wild, as though she’d just run through E4’s jungle with
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