Malakai’s POV
I held Camilla tightly against the heat of my body, careful not to put even the slightest pressure on her as we both struggled to steady our breaths.
Damn. No one had ever ridden me like that. And the craziest part was that I only taught her once.
My fingers kept sliding through her damp hair, over and over. Partly because I loved the feel of it, but mostly because it kept me from sinking into the sharp, ugly sting of guilt digging up my insides again.
Six of my soldiers were lost today because of that bastard.
I shouldn’t be here chasing pleasure. I shouldn’t be overworking my mate who had already pushed herself beyond her limit today. I should be out there tearing the world apart until I found that motherfucker.
But the rage had been building so violently in my chest
