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“Don’t stop,” she begged, turning her head to kiss him.

“Take it, Dal,” he breathed against her mouth. She clawed at the back of his neck, holding onto him as she planted taunting kisses on his jaw and lips, biting and sucking. She never kissed him like this, always avoiding intimacy face to face, and this change in their relationship, this gift she was giving him, was enough that he found he had to hold back, stopping himself from coming inside her right then. A growl climbed up his throat. “Come on, Red.” He dipped a hand between her legs so he could rub her clit. She was breathing so rapidly that he could feel her breasts rising against his arm. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

He drove himself into Dallas on the angle that would push her over the finish line, pounding harder and harder—

She came with a high cry, her body jerking against his.

At the feel of her insides squeezing his cock, Max let himself go, shuddering with release as hot cum exploded into her and shot down her thigh. His eyes turned black again from the feeling.

“Fuck.” His body shook with pleasure. The convulsions slowed with every uneven thrust, the sound of flesh clapping dying out.

Until he finally stilled, hanging his head against her shoulder.

He blinked the Sight out of his vision and brushed the hair back from Dallas’s face. “Think you can sleep now?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple, feeling her rapid pulse under his lips.

“I think,” she panted, squirming on his cock. He stilled her with a hand on her hip, the feeling so intense that a chill ran up his spine, causing him to twitch inside her. She concluded in a tone that was breathy and seductive, “That we need to go again.”

Fuck me. Max’s skin electrified at the suggestion, especially as she lifted her head up to kiss the edge of his jaw.

He pulled out of her and sat up, sheets bunching under him. He fully removed his boxers and threw them on the floor.

“Maximus!” she whined.

He jerked his chin at the headboard. “On your knees.”

—

“Did you even sleep at all?” Max asked Tanner as he walked into the office the following morning, mug of steaming coffee in hand.

The hacker was in the exact same spot as last night, bloodshot eyes glued to the bright screen of his laptop, fingers frantically clicking the mouse. “Not a wink,” Tanner replied. “Bring some coffee, will you?”

“Here.” Max walked up to the desk and set down his mug. “I haven’t touched this yet. I’ll go make more.”

One by one, everyone in the house woke up. Jack and Ivy looked like they’d had the same kind of night as Max and Dallas, the hickeys on Ivy’s neck confirming Max’s suspicions. But no one said anything about it, not even Jack, who probably had his lips sealed shut by his wife before they’d left the bedroom where they’d spent the night.

Dominic was the last to wake up. When he finally drifted into the office and joined the rest of them, cup of coffee in hand, Blue following on his heels, Max turned to look at him and tipped up a brow.

“About time,” Max said. “Isn’t the host supposed to be up and at ’em before anyone else?”

“Not when it’s an unwilling host,” Dominic said, sipping his coffee that smelled of way too much hazelnut creamer. “You guys have practically invaded.” His eyes went to the laptop. “Find anything out, Tanner?”

“It was easier to focus when I didn’t have a bunch of vultures looming behind me,” Tanner murmured. But he clicked a few more keys and hit the space bar with a loud clack. “There!”

The symbols on the black screen vanished, and the Fleet database appeared with a flash.

Everyone crowded around the desk, heads nearly pressed together.

“Tell me what I need to look for,” Tanner said, sounding proud of himself as he started clicking through pages, “and I will find it.”

“Missing Fleet soldiers,” Dallas replied, standing so close to Tanner that he could probably feel her breath on his neck.

A couple minutes later, and Tanner found the first one. A hellseher named Delia Williams. She had hair so blonde, it was practically yellow, and her eyes were a gold so vivid, Max wondered if they were contacts.

Blue stepped closer. “Who?” She pointed at the screen with a blue-tinted nail.

“Delia Williams,” Tanner murmured. “It says she went missing four weeks ago.” He used the mouse to draw a circle around a code at the bottom of the screen, next to the area that listed a person’s rank in the Fleet army. “What do you think this means?”

Several heads turned toward Dallas.