From the Ashes (Syndicate of the Legion #3)

21. Kovu

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

KOVU

I ’ve been hard since she first bolted.

There’s something about chasing her that has my cock aching to be inside my little lamb, and when she takes off toward the line of trees at the back of her property, I can’t help but squeeze myself through my sweatpants.

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I watch her scramble away, but I don’t move. Not yet. The chase is half the fun, and when I get my hands on her, I’m going to sink so deep inside her that she’s never going to be rid of me.

Because this is a lesson she’s chosen to learn the hard way.

There’s nowhere she can run, nowhere she can hide, that I won’t find her and drag her back to me. I gave her the chance to escape my obsession, and she didn’t take it.

It’s not until she hits the tree line that I take my first steps toward her. This would be a lot more fun if the trees were denser, but it’ll have to do.

I pause at the edge of the trees and listen for her. There’s a rustling to my left, but it’s more than likely a squirrel looking for a midnight snack, so I head to the right, keeping my gaze on the trees ahead of me.

A branch snaps, and I pause, waiting to see what she’ll do next, and when there’s no other sound, I realize she’s stopped.

Perfect.

I move further into the trees, the dim moonlight streaming through the higher branches. It was cloudy earlier, but it cleared up as I drove across the city to my little lamb. You see, for the last two months, I’ve been able to sleep for the first time in my life. Being close to Camilla has given me something I haven’t had in as long as I can remember, and when my head hit the pillow, I realized I wouldn’t be able to sleep without her.

It was almost too fucking easy to slip past her guards and break into the house, and I make a note to myself to speak to Crew about getting some additional security around the house for however long she’s here. Which if I have anything to say about it, it won’t be long.

I need her back at the compound where I can keep her safe.

I don’t bother to dodge branches before my heavy boots snap them, because I want her to hear me coming. It’s better this way.

I catch sight of her darting between trees ten yards ahead of me, and I wonder if she realizes just how close I am.

“Little Lamb,” I call out, my voice bouncing off the trees, and she pauses behind a large tree that conceals her from my line of sight.

This is where the fun begins.