The guard unlocked Slade’s door and stepped away. “We’ll come for you in an hour.”
The thought of tackling the guard and escaping with Cricket crossed his mind, but not if she came to harm. Instead, Slade wrapped a towel around his waist and nodded. “Very well.”
At last, they left. He narrowed his eyes at her.
Cricket bit her lower lip. “You know?”
“Damn it, yes, courtesy of our host.” Slade motioned toward the very visible camera. He drew her in and brushed a loose curl from her brow. He’d heard Jack slap her, which maddened him with rage. “How bad did he hurt you?”
She placed her hand over his and briefly closed her eyes. “I’m fine.”
“Good.” Having her so close soothed his soul. If only he could keep her here with him, forever. Not possible. Soon, they’d be separated. Harsh reality dictated if they finally escaped, he couldn’t take her as a mate. Fuck that. He’d rather never take a mate rather than live without ever touching her silky-soft skin and being lost in the gaze of her amber eyes. “Any ideas?”
“About after breakfast? Maybe a potty break,” she snarked.
“Very funny.”
“Let’s shower.”
“Huh, you look…”
“Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He followed her into the spacious bathroom.
Cricket turned on the shower, but remained outside the stall. “Drowns out our conversation.” She winked. “Nice and hot.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat first?” He presented his hot distended flesh anxious for her gifted mouth. What was wrong with him? Sex should be the last thing on his mind. Only escape mattered, yet she took precedence.
Cricket fingered his shaft and smiled. “I do like extra sausage, but first we need to make changes to their menu.”
“You didn’t…”
“Ooh! Eat the new chicken? No way. I’d die first.”
His mood for sex dampened. “Team Greywolf needs to wipe out this den of werewolf cannibals.”
“Got that right.”
He drew her in and kissed her long and hard. Sucking in her honeyed essence. He broke away from her lips. “Mine.”
“Oh yes. As much as I want you, we need to talk. Now.”
“About sex with Jack, I forgive you.” He trailed his fangs along her soft nape.
“Prince Slade, we don’t have much time. I need your soldier instincts now,” she said in a commanding voice.
Why was he thinking with his cock? They were in the shower to escape the cameras. He sighed. “What did you find out?”
“Jack is a double agent. Wolfstrom means to unleash a bioweapon to destroy all humans.”
“I suspected that’s what Project Ragnarok is all about, but I’m surprised Jack is a spy.”
“Yeah, talk about a shocker.?
?
“For who?