Page 46 of Bad Blood Alpha

Chapter 18

They had sex a hell of a lot more than three times in the next two days. In Flynn’s giant bed. In his enormous bathroom. With and without whiskey. With and without leather boots.

Apparently, Flynn really did think leather boots were sexy as hell.

It was everything from wild and passionate to warm and gentle. Totally serious, ridiculously fun.

And every time, as they lay together panting and exhausted, the same ripples of blue energy enveloped them, binding them tighter together.

And every time, Kira fell a little bit more in love with him.

On Monday Flynn stayed home, sending the rest of the Bad Bloods off to work at the construction company he owned with Tank—except for Jasmin and Brody, who managed a restaurant and worked nights.

“You can’t keep staying home from work to be with me.”

“I’m the boss,” Flynn said. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“You know what I mean.”

Flynn was lying in his bed, her straddling his hips, his dick hard and hot inside her. He teased her breast with his fingertips, the lightest of touches. She arched her back, her eyes half-closing with all the pleasure he gave her.

“I know,” he said. “But I can’t leave. You’re too fucking sexy.” He moved his hips, sending another wave of ecstasy through her.

Why was she talking, again?

Oh. “You think I need you here to protect me.”

“Yeah. I do.” He moved in her again, his hands on her hips now. “And don’t pull that knife out from under the pillow and wave it around, because it’s not going to impress me. If you didn’t need protection, you wouldn’t be here.”

“I hate it when you’re right.”

“I’m not leaving you alone—not until I know what the fuck’s going on, and where those hellhounds are coming from.”

He stroked her hips, his hands drifting down to her clit.

Kira gasped, her hips rolling involuntarily. “Mmm. Okay. What were we talking about, again?”

He reached up and pulled her to him, so she lay on his chest. “We were talking about how many times I’m going to make you come, and if there’s going to be screaming involved.”

He wrapped his hands around her ass and thrust deeply into her. Kira gasped again, feeling her bones melt. She dug her hands into his shoulders. “I think there might be…aaah…”

And then there was nothing but passion and sensation, and Flynn, inside her and all around her.

When they came down from that high, wild place and lay peacefully together, Flynn ran his fingers through the blue energy rippling across their skin.

“Have you had any visions?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I would have told you.” She kissed him, and there was a sparkle of magic between their lips. “Do you think this blocked them out?”

“I hope so.” He watched her face. “You don’t seem happy about that.”

“I’m happy about not having any seizures. I’m nervous that there seems to be more energy between us, the more we’re together.”

“You think we should have stopped the whole sex thing at three times? Or just that there’ve been way too many flavors besides vanilla?” He kissed her shoulder. “Maybe we should stick with missionary position from now on, and pretend we’re not enjoying it.”

“Like that will ever happen.”

He grinned.