hair and had ordered her to sleep.
His strained voice had held that edge of command she'd heard him use with his team, and the tension coiling her insides had evaporated. That voice called to a part deep inside of her, and she simply allowed herself to let go, happy in the knowledge that Raoul would take care of everything. Here, in his arms, in his bed, she did not need to be strong, to show the world at large that she could do things on her own. He knew her inside out, had seen her at her worst, and he was still here, still her friend, the one man she could always rely on.
And if the way his erection had dug into her ass the entire night was anything to go by he would soon be much more than simply her friend. If last night's attack had shown her anything, it was that life could change at the drop of a hat. She would seize the moment and seduce him. The only problem was, Nikita had no idea how to seduce any man, let alone a Dom like Raoul so clearly was.
Her stomach rumbled, and Nikita drew a face at her rambling thoughts. The urgent demands of her bladder taken care of, she padded back into the bedroom in search of something to wear. Raoul's robe left at the bottom of her bed was out of the question. Blood stains marked the back, and her stomach roiled at the visible reminder. She didn't really want to intrude on his privacy by rummaging through his wardrobe, so the only other option was one of his worn shirts. Carelessly flung into a corner it held his scent, and Nikita lifted it to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Instantly her heaving stomach settled , and a sense of well-being invaded her. His shirt smelled like home, and she shrugged it on without a moment's hesitation. He was so much taller than she that it hung to mid-thigh, and by the time she'd rolled the sleeves up and buttoned it up, she was adequately covered, as long as she didn't bend over.
With one last grimace at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she followed that enticing trail of coffee and frying bacon.
****
"Are you sure he's gone?"
"Absolutely, boss. There is no trace of our intruder. It's as though nothing ever happened. Of course the rain we had early this morning hasn't helped. Whatever tracks there were left over disappeared down the fucking drain."
Raoul frowned at his beta and bit back a curse. Darius shrugged his shoulders and took another swig of the just brewed coffee.
"I don't understand it either. They shouldn’t have been able to breach our territory lines. After the recent troubles our neighboring packs reported, we stepped up security patrols as you'd ordered. It's like these guys were ghosts or something."
Raoul flipped the omelet he was making for Nikita, and nodded grimly.
"Do you think the attacks elsewhere and this one are linked?"
Darius paused , and his expression grew as murderous as Raoul felt on the inside.
"If they are, then the devil has just come to pay us a visit , and your mate is fucked and not in a good way."
Raoul's wolf growled his annoyance, and Darius bowed his head in submission to the Alpha.
"Watch your language when you're talking about Nikita."
"Sorry, boss, I mean no offence. We all like the kid, but she's your weak link. If this is the hybrid he'll come for her to force your hand. It would certainly explain how he managed to breach our defenses. Things like him are a fucking abomination, and there's nothing we can do, 'cause he carries the pack's genes. There is only one way to protect her, and that's a slim one at that. Mark her, and make her one of us."
Raoul laughed and turned the hob off.
"That's never going to happen. She'd run a fucking mile, and there is no way I’ll force this on her. No fucking way."
His wolf's happy panting alerted him to the fact that they were not on their own anymore. Darius's wolf whistle of male appreciation made his blood boil , and he spun around ready to take the man's head off, verbally at least, when the sight of a deliciously rumpled looking Nikita took