Tracing his dragon tattoo with the tip of my finger, I nod. I don’t want to look at him again and let him see the fear in my eyes. He needs my confidence right now. “I know. I’ve seen you in action.” I run my finger along the outline of the dragon’s snarling mouth, pushing his shirt aside. With each line I trace, I feel calmer.
Alastair’s hands land on my hips. “I must warn you that when I come back, I’m going to be vibrating with adrenaline. I’m going to be aggressive and greedy for you.” He pulls me against hisrapidly hardening cock and we both groan a little. “I’ll fuck you hard enough to keep you in bed for a week, do you understand?”
“Aye,” I say breathlessly, feeling unreasonably thrilled by his words. Does he mean them as a threat? I don’t feel threatened. I’m turned on, my center is pulsing and my knickers are wet. His hand slides into my leggings, long fingers searching for my pussy. I moan when he slides a finger inside me, running his thumb over my clitoris. “What are you doing?” I moan, “Shouldn’t you be… Oh, mygod.”
His fingers are wet from me already, embarrassingly slick. Grinding the heel of his hand against my clitoris, he avidly watches my expression, growling quietly when I grip his biceps, digging my nails in and hanging on.
“So pretty,” he muses, “your long lashes fluttering shut over those beautiful silver eyes, your pink mouth parting in a moan.” I rise on my tiptoes with a squeal when his hand squeezes my center, and not gently. “I won’t be careful with you tonight.” He bends to bite my earlobe. “It will take a long time for me to come down from the adrenaline from the fight. I have so many ideas about what I want to do to you.”
“Good ideas?” I moan.
“No, darling,” he chuckles cruelly, “very bad ideas. Filthy, disgusting ideas.”
“That actually sounds very promising,” I say breathlessly. His cock is pressing against my stomach again, firm and thick and I arch my back a little. “Should I move?” I whisper, “I think he’s going to chew a hole through your pants.”
“Ignore him.” Alastair is kissing my throat, “He’ll go away when I can’t smell your sweet slick.” He puts his lips on mine, sliding his tongue into my mouth. His other hand is moving down myribs, tracing the dip of my waist and squeezing my arse. “I want you to come for me, my bride. Be a good girl and soak my hand.”
The alchemy of his dark voice with his hand brutally pleasuring my center is too much, and my thighs press together, trapping his hand as I scream into his mouth, my channel clenching down on his fingers.
“Beautiful,” he says hoarsely. Meeting my gaze, he pulls his hand free and licks each finger like a barbarian.
“What about you?” I ask, cupping his painfully obvious stonner.
“After,” he groans, adjusting himself in his pants uncomfortably.
There’s a knock on the door and I back away from him hastily, making him chuckle.
“Can I come in?” Callum’s voice is muffled by the door, but it’s clear he does not want to walk into an intimate moment.
Alastair’s shoulders shake with laughter, but he sighs and steps back. “Enter.”
Callum is wearing a similar tactical suit to my husband’s, black and made from a heavy mesh meant to repel bullets.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Alastair is walking into a hail of bullets for me…
“I know that expression,” he murmurs, cupping my face and ignoring poor Callum’s discomfort. “You are blaming yourself. You know better. Say it.”
“This is not my fault,” I whisper, not really believing it.
“Kiss me goodbye and tell me to come home safely.”
Throwing my arms over his shoulders, I kiss him hard. “Have a care, husband. Come home to me, safe and sound, aye?”
“Safe and sound,” he whispers in my ear.
Chapter Thirty-Four
In which we learn that wounds heal, chicks dig scars, and glory lasts forever.
Alastair…
“If you want to sit this one out, I would understand.”
Alec hasn’t moved or spoken for the last ten minutes as I recount the day's events. His expression is unreadable, and that troubles me. I know this man as well as I know myself, but at this moment, he feels like a stranger.
“Thank you for being honest with me,” he says in a strange, flat voice.
“Brother, I know your feelings about this. You do not have to-”
