How he knows what I was thinking, I’ve got no idea, but he does. The man is more in-tune with me than I am. He holds his hips up as he continues to pump in and out of my mouth. I swear I start to see spots in my eyes, but who needs air when you have Koz Siderno.
“Drink me down, micina,” he grits, his voice strained as he talks through his teeth. But Koz is only getting started in his peak. He throws his head back and holds me still. My nose gets squashed against his knot with each deep inhale I make. And he fills my mouth as his orgasm explodes out of him. I massage his knot, hard, like he showed me, and his fingers dig harder in my hair as I choke on him.
It feels like forever—my head is light, and I do a couple of struggling heaves because his come doesn’t stop filling my mouth, but then as hard and fast as his orgasm was he pulls out and blows the rest of his load over my face. With his hand holding my hair, I’m at his mercy as he massages his release into my skin. “You can’t wear my pack claim yet, but you will wear my mark and scent so every fucking person we meet knows who you truly belong to, whose cock you had in your mouth.”
His fingers don’t stop rubbing his come in my face, especially around my mouth. He sits up, so intent on doing it right, but there’s no need for him to be so primal. If anyone asks who the other half of my soul is, I’d scream it at them. Maybe we’re both a little primal.
Koz twists so that he’s lying over the top of me, his chest basically holding me hostage on the bed as he goes between smiling like a twisted fiend and blowing, making his come dry quicker.
“You’re a fucking monster, Koz,” I smirk up at him. “I have to kiss King, you know.”
“Yeah and all those other fucking stupid cunts. Not playing around anymore, Raney. We’re here to make us official, and that starts now.”
“Why don’t you just tattoo ‘property of Koz’ on my forehead?”
He recoils for a moment before a slow smile spreads over his lips. “See, that’s why I love you with every fucking cell in my body, micina, you’ve got all the good ideas.” He drops all his weight down on me, in case I wanted to get ready, while he searches for his phone.
“What are you doing?” I ask, laughing, but he ignores me for a few minutes, his fingers flying over his phone before he turns that demon smile to me. A moment later he throws his phone down near my head.
“What did you do?” I try to buck him off, but he’s like a slab of concrete. Impossible to shift.
He looks at me weird, well weirder than he usually does. But in the depths of his blue eyes the only thing my romantic heart sees is my future and that no longer scares me in the slightest. All our chatter disappears; it’s like he’s inhaling the rest of the universe so that we’re the last stars glittering in an almost starless sky. He oozes such a conviction he could tell me I was an alien, and I’d believe him. And then he shocks the shit out of me.
“Raney, will you do me the honour of wearing my name?”
Even though I’m taking an exorbitant dosage of suppressant tablets, overlayed with the most expensive and most successful scent blockers available on the market, there’s no hiding my scent as every part of me screams yes. His nostrils flare, in the next second, he fucking beams like a lighthouse.
“If we pack, I’d take your name.”
“That’s true.”
“Micina, I’m going to tattoo my name on your body, and yours on mine. We should find a way to marry, like they used to do.”
“What about King?”
“You want me to take your dad aside and ask him? Been there, done that already. The only promise you need to remember is that I’d love you. My pledge to King is man to man, and I’m not being a chauvinistic prick. I told him I’d always look after you and nothing is going to change that.”
“And you acting like this has nothing to do with us going to see them?”
“Fifty-fifty, really.”
We get interrupted when Lew, Koz’s right hand man, chauffeur, and co-pilot’s voice echoes through the snug bedroom suite.
“Don’t wash your face, micina. We are what we are.”
ChapterNine
TALON
“Eyes on the prize,” Cap’s sharp directive echoes in my ears. It’s unnecessary, we’ve been working hard at nailing this bastard.
Kozantine Siderno is a big player in the criminal world, making him a big player in ours. Supposedly for the past decade he’s been feeding enough weapons across the globe to start a damn revolution in nearly every continent. And yeah, there’s a whole lot of satisfaction when we heard he was making his way through our city.
Cap’s distinctive grunt forces us to hold our position while the surveillance team continues to feed update after update. It’s a hard ask not to burst into action, we’re frothing at the bit, ready to bring this pompous fuck to his knees. His arrogance is like a kick in the teeth, honestly, it’s like this guy is made of fucking Teflon and coated in oil, nothing sticks. Nothing at all.
Other members of the team are dotted along various positions in almost every damn suburb, all of us hiding like roaches. But we’re ready to do anything to nail this asshole. The feed in my ear is busy, it’s like the noise continues to add fuel to the excitement that is descending over all of us. Through my earpiece, I can feel the way it’s drumming up the rookies. And that’s the last thing we need. Because not only is Siderno a master at dodging allegations he’s also sharp as a fucking tack when it comes to his rights. He is well versed with phrases and words to make our assholes twitch, while making our job damn near impossible, malicious prosecution and intimidation.
A quick check on the time, and I’m not surprised it’s only two hours since I climbed into position. It feels longer, but at the same time, I’ve felt every damn minute tick past slowly. I don’t mind waiting, shit, it feels like it’s all I’ve done for the past few years. Waiting until I’ve got all my ducks in a row before I take extended leave and find her.
