Page 18 of Stolen

Chapter 9

Gunn focused on looking relaxed and bored until the limo pulled up, black with tinted windows. Rex, one of Gunn’s team, was in the driver’s seat. Rex got out and opened the door for Mikey, while Gunn walked around to the other side and got in.

No one tried to stop them.

Rex returned to the driver’s seat, put the car in gear and drove smoothly away. They were down the driveway. They were outside the gates. They were turning onto the main road, merging into traffic.

Michelangela gave a whoop, and reached out to high-five Gunn. He pulled her to him instead, planting a kiss on her that curled his toes and made her wolf growl.

Rex cleared his throat. “I take it the mission went well?”

Michelangela pulled the memory stick from between her boobs with two fingers and waved it in the air. Then she reached down on the floor for her gear bag, pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and dialed a number. After listening for a moment, she inserted the stick into a port on the phone and waited, watching the screen until it flashed, “Transmission Complete.”

Then she handed the memory stick to Gunn. “As agreed.”

He took it, then met Rex’s eyes in the rearview. Rex gave the briefest of nods. They already had the data; they’d taken a copy from Michelangela’s transmission as it went.

But he pocketed the stick anyway. You could never be too careful.

It was all Gunn could do to keep his hands off Mikey during the rest of the drive. Nothing was hotter than pulling off a slick heist with a beautiful, competent woman. They toasted with champagne, her hands wandering up his thigh. If it hadn’t been Rex in the front seat, he would have just put up the privacy window and taken her right there in the back.

As it was, back at the hotel they barely let the elevator door close before he had her against the wall, one hand down the front of her dress and the other sliding through the thigh slit in her dress.

She moaned, pressing against him, stroking his dick, nipping the side of his neck. He growled.

Inside their suite, they left a trail of clothes from the front door halfway to the bedroom. It was as far as they got; Gunn backed Mikey up against the wall and manifested his claws, ripping her silky panties right off her.

She fumbled with his zipper, yanking his pants down around his thighs, then sliding down to take him in her mouth, licking his shaft and his balls, taking him deep as he rocked his hips.

He braced his hands on the wall, feeling her wet and slick around him, making his balls tighten as her tongue drove him crazy.

He loved it, but it wasn’t enough. Summoning all his willpower, he pulled out and dropped to his own knees, sliding his hand between her thighs.

She was soaking wet, and his fingers slid easily inside her, his thumb slipping over her clit with every thrust.

She growled, her eyes glowing gold, moving against him while he ducked his head to tease her nipple with his teeth.

He felt her muscles tense, felt her reaching the edge, and he sat back on his heels, pulling her onto his lap. His dick felt hot and heavy, like it was about to burst, and he sheathed it in her hot core, until she was tight against him.

He was growling now, one arm wrapped around her hips so he could drive himself into her. The other was around the back of her neck, and he brought his mouth to the tender skin under her ear, kissing and biting until he heard her whimper in pleasure.

Then it was all wet heat, the slide of his skin on hers, making her want him the way he wanted her, feeling her rise and shiver and shatter on top of him, all around him, everything in him focused entirely on her.

Mine. Always mine.

And he heard an echo from her wolf. Always.

Near dawn, Michelangela crawled out of bed, leaving Gunn sprawled across the mattress on his stomach, his left arm drawn up, showing his tattoo.

She traced it lightly, not wanting to wake him. It was one of the best she’d ever done. Then she got a second look, in the dim light filtering through the window, and her fingers stopped.

At the base of the wing, concealed among the feathers, she’d tattooed a small heart, light pink outlined in gold.

Now it was bright red.

One thing she never told people was that she had the ability to imbue tattoos with magic. Sometimes she did it without even trying, though she hadn’t done that in years.

Had she done it now? And if she had, what did it mean?