Pack Obsession (Love Knot War #3)

Chapter 24

Chapter

Twenty-Four

LOGAN

A Week Later

T he morning sun beats down on my back as I adjust my position behind the concrete barrier, my fingers running over the familiar grip of the tranquilizer gun. It’s a precaution we probably won’t need, but when it comes to Casey, I’m not taking any chances. Not today. Not ever.

The comm unit in my ear picks up every subtle sound—Nash’s measured breathing as he waits in position, Axel’s restless movements hiding close to the front entrance, even Casey’s soft inhales as she prepares herself. The sound of her breathing alone is enough to make my pulse quicken.

This should be a simple job. Get Nash past the front security, let him do his tech magic, grab the folder, and we’re out. We’ve done harder jobs in our sleep. But having Casey here changes everything. I remember our argument about it last week, her eyes blazing as she insisted on being part of our world completely.

“If I’m yours, then I’m all in,” she’d said, chin lifted in that stubborn way that makes me want to kiss her and shake her at the same time. “No halfway.”

How do you say no to that? To her? You don’t. You just make damn sure you’ve planned for every possible scenario three times over.

“Comms check,” I murmur, needing to hear everyone’s status again. “Sound off.”

“In position,” Nash responds immediately. Through my scope, I can see him looking every inch the executive in his tailored charcoal suit, briefcase in hand. He adjusts his glasses. “Security rotation is exactly as expected. We’ve got an eight-minute window once Casey makes her move.”

“Front entrance is clear,” Axel chimes in. “Two guards, both looking bored as hell. Though seriously, Logan, next time we let Casey help with a job, can we get her something less... distracting to wear? That skirt is making it hard to focus.”

I hear Casey’s soft snort of amusement through the comm. “This needs to be alluring to the guard.”

“We do this quick,” I say firmly, even as my eyes track down her figure. The black pencil skirt hugs every curve like a second skin, stopping just above her knees. The silk blouse, a shade of deep blue that makes her skin glow, dips just low enough to be professional but tempting. Her white-blonde hair is pulled back in a severe bun that makes me itch to pull it loose. “This is smooth and easy. In and out.”

“That’s what she said,” Axel mutters.

“Children, please,” Nash says sarcastically. “Can we maintain some professionalism?”

I watch Casey through my scope as she does one final check of her outfit. “Ready when you are,” she says, and I can hear the excited tremor in her voice that she’s trying to hide.

“All right, beautiful.” I let my voice drop lower, knowing what it does to her. “Show us what you’ve got. And sugar? That skirt won’t be staying on for much longer once this mission is over.”

Her laugh comes through soft and breathy. “Thought you’d appreciate it.”

She starts her approach to the side entrance, and I have to remind myself to breathe. Each step is perfectly measured, those heels making her legs look endless. She’s mastered that balance between confidence and vulnerability that draws every protective instinct out of an Alpha. The guard at the door never stood a chance—I see the moment he notices her, his whole body shifting to track her movement.

“You’re doing perfectly,” I murmur as she gets closer. “Now, give him something to worry about. Look back like you’ve seen a ghost.”

She executes the move flawlessly, glancing over her shoulder with just the right amount of fear. Then comes the stumble—subtle, natural, her hand catching the wall as her ankle seems to turn.

“Oh!” Her voice carries clearly in the morning air, pitched perfectly to trigger every male’s protective instinct. “I think I’ve twisted it while running from…”

The guard moves exactly as expected, crossing the distance between them in three quick strides. His hands hover near her waist, and something primitive roars in my chest.

“Easy,” Axel’s voice comes through, tight with the same tension I’m feeling. “Just a few more seconds. Nash, you’re up.”

I see Nash approach the door, head down but shoulders squared like he belongs there. The ID we spent three days perfecting is already in his hand. Then the guard starts to turn?—

Casey lets out a soft cry that would win her a damn Academy Award, practically falling into the guard’s arms. His attention snaps back to her completely, hands steadying her waist, and Nash slips through the door like he’s made of smoke.

“Our girl’s a natural,” Axel murmurs as Nash moves through the building. “Got her performance on security camera. Could make a fortune in Hollywood.”

But I’m barely hearing him because the guard’s hands are still on Casey’s waist, and every Alpha instinct I possess is screaming to put him down. I can picture exactly how it would feel to cross the street and tear those fingers off one by one.

“Logan.” Axel’s voice cuts through the red haze. “Cool your jets. Your breathing’s gone feral. It’s all play.”

“Easy for you to say,” I growl. “You’re not watching some random Alpha put his hands all over?—”

“Lower your heart rate,” Nash interrupts smoothly. “I’m approaching the office now. We need you focused.”

Casey chooses that moment to straighten, flashing the guard a brilliant smile that I know isn’t even close to her real one. “I think I’m okay now. Thank you so much for your help!”

“Wait!” the guard calls as she turns away, and I can hear the interest in his voice. Fucker! “Let me give you my number in case you need anything else...”

“Oh, I’ll give you a number,” I mutter darkly. “Right up your?—”

“Focus,” Nash cuts in. “I’m accessing the office. No one’s at work yet up here. Five minutes.”

Casey’s already moving away, that subtle limp still in place. The moment she disappears into the shadowed alley where I’m waiting, something snaps in my chest. I grab her waist, spinning her against the brick wall, and crush my mouth to hers. She tastes like cherry lip gloss, victory, and mine.

“You have no idea what it did to me watching that fucker touch you,” I growl against her lips. “His hands on your waist?—”

“It’s all fake,” she pants, but her fingers are twisting in my shirt, pulling me closer. Her pupils are blown wide, cheeks flushed. “Though I really, really like this jealous side of you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Mr. Control.”

I tap my earpiece, already pulling her deeper into the shadows. “Axel, you’re on point and ready for distraction when Nash is ready?”

Through the comms, I hear the soft rustle of tactical gear and the distinct click of what I know to be his modified flash-bangs—those custom jobs he’d shown us during prep, the ones that would give the guards something more interesting to be distracted by. They’re practically fireworks that make a bang.

“Yes, in position.”

Casey giggles near me.

Axel groans. “Wait, where are you two?—”

“I’m here, listening. Keep me posted.” I chuckle, leading Casey toward the abandoned parking building I’d noted during recon. The security cameras there have been dead for months, and no one uses them.

“Fuck, you’ve got Casey with you, don’t you, asshole? I can hear everything, you know.” Axel’s voice carries equal parts amusement and envy. “This is not standard mission protocol.”

“Consider it a performance bonus,” I say as Casey presses herself against me, her hands already working at my shirt buttons.

“Fuck you for teasing us!” Nash murmurs.

Looking down at her flushed face and those bright eyes, I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly she fits into our world. Not just the job, but all of it. The way she thinks, moves, adapts.

“You were incredible out there,” I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. “So perfect. Not just the act—though that was flawless—but the way you handle yourself, how quick you think on your feet.” My hands slide down to her hips, gripping possessively and pulling up handfuls of her skirt. “Makes me crazy in all the best ways. Makes me want to show you exactly what watching you out there did to me.”

Her answering smile is wicked as she turns away from me, hands on the wall, bending forward. “So, show me.”

Fuck! I push her skirt up to her waist, revealing her gorgeous ass, legs spread. I peel back her thong, needing it gone. In my rush, I snap it, and it falls away, but I’m already unzipping my pants.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Oh, I’ve been a really bad girl,” she teases, staring at me over her shoulder, her ass wiggling. My gaze drops to her swollen pussy, her sex scent strong… I slap her rear, and she moans, so I go again, but this time aiming between her thighs. Fuck, she’s so wet.

“Hey.” She stiffens and glances back. “Did you just slap my pussy?”

Smirking, I grip her hips more harshly now, my cock poised and pushing toward her entrance.

“You just admitted to needing a spanking.”

I drive into her, unable to wait. She cries out, and fuck, but I love that sound.

“You fucking bastard,” Axel murmurs. “Making us listen.”

“I’m on my way out, and I’m coming right there. I need you, Casey.” Nash is panting.

I chuckle, fucking her hard and fast, knowing I can never get enough of her perfect cunt.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, blood to my cock, and her beautiful cries, I realize that all those years of running, all those careful plans and close calls, were just leading me here—to her. Finally, wonderfully complete.