She opened the bottle of white Chilean wine, poured herself a glass and raised it. “To your first successful mission for Team Greywolf.”
He smiled. “I owe it to my team leader.” Shit. That sounded cold. What he really wanted to do was fuck her until someone hosed them down.
They clanked their drinks together then ate, both famished after their dramatic escape.
She wiped her luscious lips. “You really had me convinced you lost your memory.”
“You are not the only team member with acting talent.”
“Apparently not.”
“To be honest, the first four days after they drugged me, I did lose my memories, and I believed I really was Wolfstrom’s son.”
“So what brought back it back?”
“I had visions of Lunara in my sleep, but your scent brought back all my memories.”
Her lips parted, and her big amber eyes shined in bewilderment. “After travelling together, I was the only residual smell that seemed familiar.”
“They told me Agrippa, or rather the former patient, was my mate.”
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“The way you two kissed was quite convincing.” She frowned. “But anyway, when did my smell bring back your memories?”
“When Wolfstrom told me my mate would be coming, I closed my eyes to the scent of sweet warm honey imbued with wild rose blossoms. Your aroma.”
Cricket bit her lower lip. “Really?”
Slade smiled. “Yes, really.”
Her eyes dilated into large orbs. She suddenly gasped. “Smells! That’s how we can awaken the brainwashed werewolves.”
He scowled. “Damn it, Cricket.” He drew her in and kissed her, feeding from her honeyed mouth. She melted into him, responding with her hungry demanding probing tongue.
Slade ripped her robe off, released her swollen lips and swooped her into his arms. “Mine!”
She moaned. “Yes.”
Cricket had longed for this moment. In his arms. Safe. Forbidden or not, she wanted her alpha and he wanted her. “Oh, Slade.” He set her on the sheepskin rug and she lay on her back, her legs parted for him.
“My sweet naughty Abella.”
The name, only to be used by her true mate ruined the moment. “Please, don’t call me that, unless…”
“Shh. You will be my Abella.”
“No. You must mate an alpha.”
“I only want you.”
“You can’t…”
“Oh, I can and I will.” He licked and bit her hard nipples. His finger dipped into her moist mound and circled her clit. Faster and harder.
“I mean…oooh, yesss.” Lost in one soul shattering orgasm after another, she no longer cared if she was his fuck buddy or beloved mistress. She was his, no matter who he mated. No other man, wolf or human could ever claim her.
Slade lowered himself and rubbed his hard shaft on her belly, while still rubbing her clit and she convulsed into a chain of spasms. “Slade…mine…oh…”