My hands hold onto his shoulders, my nails digging into the bunched up muscle tight with tension. His mouth captures the hot flesh of my neck and his teeth graze along my column. He bites down, sucking the sensitive spot so hard, my eyes roll back in my head as an orgasm takes over me.
Waves crash as I ride out the pleasure. Crow pulls his fingers from my body and brings them to his lips. I watch with hooded lashes as he sucks the arousal from both digits. His lips wet with a mixture of saliva and my juices.
“So fucking delicious,” he tells me as the corner of his mouth tilts upward. Sinister lust turns his expression from desire to something far more dangerous. His other hand raises into view, and it’s when I see the knife he used on the man who’s lying dead on the floor. Blood coats the metal, crimson darkening the weapon. Crow places the wetness onto my cleavage and slides the sharp edge down my dress.
The material is easily sliced, and with every movement, there’s a slight nick against my flesh. When he reaches my mound, my heart is thudding wildly against my ribs. I can’t describe the need taking a hold of me, but when Crow leans in and licks the blood from my skin, and brings his lips to mine, I devour him. The metallic flavor bursts on my tongue, mingled with his masculine scent.
The blade kisses along my thigh, the chilled metal grazing the sensitive spots turning me molten with need. “Please, Crow,” I plead, my desire dripping along my inner thighs.
“Can you two get your shit together?” Falcon’s voice cuts through the darkness, cuts through all the need, and when Crow pulls away, we find Hawk and Falcon staring at us.
“What are you doing here?” Crow asks, his tone filled with frustration.
“We need to get the fuck out of here,” Falcon informs us. “The fuckers have called in reinforcements. They know she’s Mahoney’s daughter.” Crow doesn’t waste time. He grips my arm, tugging me along, ignoring the fact my dress is no flying open. The chill of the night skating along my bare flesh, my nipples hardened from both the cold and the desire which was only moments ago burning me from the inside out.
When we reach the car, he practically shoves me into the passenger seat before slipping into the driver’s side after shrugging off his jacket. We follow the other black Maserati which I know to be Falcon’s.
“What’s going on?”
“There are men coming to find us,” Crow says, his grip holding onto the steering wheel. “I killed one of the soldiers.”
“But he—”
“They don’t give a shit about what he did. This man is one of their trusted soldiers. Anything we’ve done to them means we have started a war. It means your father knows where you are.”
“He’s coming,” I whisper, the knowledge of the man who destroyed so many lives will soon be here doesn’t set me at ease. My gut twists with nervous energy. I’m not sure if I’m showing it on my face, but Crow reaches over, his hand landing on my thigh.
“It’s going to be okay,” he tells me confidently before he shoves his jacket at me. “Put this on, I can’t concentrate on driving with your beautiful tits out and the blood all over your porcelain skin.”
I slowly pull on the large coat, which drowns me in warmth. His cologne intoxicates me, calming me. I know I’ll never be able to escape him, or my feelings have slowly grown for him. I don’t know much about his story, but I do know I was there when my father took his brothers. I’m the reason his family was targeted because my father knew how to get into the house.
“Get out of your head, little mouse,” Crow says, using the nickname he’s given me. When we’re fucking, he calls me his slut, but when we’re having a normal conversation, I’m a mouse.
“Why?”
“Because if you continue to panic about this, I’m going to have to distract you,” he informs me. I don’t know how he’ll do that, but something tells me it will have something to do with the knife he likes to play with.
I glance over at him. “What about the guys?”
“They’ll be present, because they will be helping me.” Desire warms my flesh, tingling my spine, reminding me they all enjoy sharing. I’ve watched them touch and kiss each other. I enjoyed it. It turned me on.
“I don’t even know what to say anymore.”
“You’ve come to the conclusion our hatred has merit,” Crow says nonchalantly. He knows how I feel. He knows what I’m thinking. It’s as if he can read me like a book, and I’m lying open for him, my pages clear as day. I ponder briefly if the other two can see right through me as well.