“Let’s go,” I rasp as I make my way towards my Harley. I know I could more than likely kill the asshole, but I’m not a cold-blooded killer. He will try to sue me or get me arrested, but there is no evidence that I was here. He will get nowhere with his accusations.
“It’s time to go home, Brother,” Fang says before he starts his bike. It’s time to take my woman home and introduce her to the rest of the pack.
We make our way to Siena’s house. When I walk in, I find her curled up on the couch sleeping. Goliath is standing near the window, his stance relaxed, his eyes watchful as we walk in.
“All good?” he asks as he looks at me and then at Fang with a raised brow.
I nod before I squat down next to Siena to look at her.
“She was worried, only fell asleep about half an hour ago,” Goliath says, as he walks towards the single couch and takes a seat.
“I’m going to take her to bed, we still have about two hours to sleep before we have to leave,” I state.
“Dixon and Frost will meet us halfway. They’re disposing of the two fuckers that attacked you.” I look up at him; he’s leaning his head back against the head rest and closing his eyes.
“Dispose of them?”
That means King ordered them to be disposed of, because when I left, they were still both alive. But we’re at war. Skull was warned that if we crossed paths with any of his men, they would be killed. He decided to send men to kill me, that in King’s eyes, or any of our eyes for that matter, is an invitation to be killed.
“Yeah,” Goliath mutters, his features relaxing as he stretches out his legs.
Standing, I lean forward as I slide one of my arms under my woman’s legs and the other around her back.
“Blue!” she whispers.
“Yes, Babe, I’m back.” Making my way to her room, I bump the door closed behind me with my foot. We don’t have long before we get up again to go home.
“What happened?” Her voice is throaty because of sleep.
“We had a talk, no need to worry,” I say to her.
“You were so angry,” she whispers. “I was worried.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I shouldn’t upset her but knowing that someone hurt her was like a festering wound and the pain wouldn’t desist until I got my revenge for what he did. She raises her hand to my cheek, a frown on her beautiful face. “Are you upset with me?” Her question surprises me.
She thinks that I’m upset with her?
“No, why would I be upset with you?”
“Because of what I wanted to do when I first met you.” Her expression is one of pain and anxiety. My woman has been thinking this whole time that I was upset about something that I would more than likely also do. Except in my case, I would just do like I did today with Jim.
Turning my head, I kiss her palm, her fragrance surrounding me, calming my wolf—calming my soul. “No, I’m not upset with you, you had a reason for wanting revenge.” Leaning forward, I kiss her gently. The sweetness of her lips drives my passion. Her hand slides around the back of my head, grabbing my hair while the other hand moves up my torso, igniting a volcanic wanting that will leave us both spent.
Lowering Siena onto the bed, I slide my hands up her bare legs to the hem of her short nightdress, pulling it up as my hands move higher. My woman is beautiful—a beauty that leaves me breathless. Her skin is silky smooth as my fingers glide over it. “You are beautiful,” I murmur against her earlobe. Taking it between my lips, I nip at it, hearing her sigh of pleasure. Her nails are scraping my skull, enticing my erection to a bursting point.
It’s amazing what my woman can do to me with a mere touch. I haven’t known her for long, but I feel like I have known her my whole life. There is a connection between us, and because we’re mates, this connection is palpable, it’s like we are one.
Sliding my fingers under the thin silky straps on her panties, I pull them down over her thighs and then knees until I have them off. Her hands are now at the band of my jeans, her fingers struggling to unbutton them. Grabbing her wrists, I remove her hands, making her glance up at me, but I smile as I let go of her wrists and quickly divest the rest of my clothing.
I don’t want any barriers between me and Siena, no matter what they are. It’s a good thing that she removed her short, silky nightdress because at the moment, I don’t think I have any more patience left. I need my woman now, and I need her skin against mine.
Stroking the tip of my index finger around her perfect belly button, I lean down, kissing the beautiful indentation in her flat stomach. Her skin puckers in reaction as a shiver runs down her body.
“Blue.” The way she says my name is like an aphrodisiac all on its own.
Moving between her legs, I take her wrists with one of my hands, pulling them above her head as I rub my body against hers. The feeling of my hardness against her softness has every fiber in my being on alert. She fires me up like a flint to a firecracker. Sliding into her heat, we both sigh in pleasure at finally being joined again. I want to take my time with Siena, but the tribulations of the day still have me pumped up, which doesn’t leave for a soft, slow coupling, but rather a hard, rough ride.
Plunging deep into my woman’s very core, I take both of us on a ride of torrid, sexual fulfillment that leaves us both breathing raggedly, our hearts racing in pleasure and exhaustion. Siena’s nails dig into my back as I continue our journey into oblivion.