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"So what—is I saw you smile when you picked them up—like you were almost proud of her. I studied you for years, but I never once saw you get angry when she stole a kill from you. Little bitch was stealing money right under your nose and you—smiled."
My fingers curled around the solid wood of the table's edge. The tight grip was the only thing keeping me from throwing my phone, smashing it against the wall.
"This has been a fun chat. I wanted to call to let you know I don't appreciate you changing the rules. Play the game as I set it or the consequences will be—severe."
"What do you mean?"
A soft click signaled the end of the call. I reached for the phone, but Connor got there first.
Her face softened, almost apologetically. "We need your phone, Ahren."
I opened my mouth to object, but Tierney silenced me, pressing her body against mine and wrapping me in her arms. "Give it to me," she murmured.
My eyes dropped to hers. "What?"
Her hands slid across my chest, snaking around my neck. "All this tension and frustration. You need to get that out. Take it out on me."
I shook my head. She didn't know what she was fucking asking for. I wasn't sure I had it in me to be gentle for her. I wanted to kill something with my bare hands, rip and smash. Unleashing that on her…
"Larissa, tell him I'm all healed up."
Connor nodded. "I wouldn't go slamming her ribs against anything but, she should be fine for whatever the two of you want to do. Fuck, I wish I could go home." She finished, rolling her eyes.
"See. I'm fine. You can't go hunting her when you don't even know where she is. You're just asking to get yourself killed. Give me all of it and when you're calmer, we can figure things out."
Her lips pressed against my throat, snapping the last fragile thread of self control I'd been desperately clinging to.
I palmed her tits, squeezing them hard. My hands slid along her body possessively, lower and lower. My fingers dug into her ass as I lifted her from the floor.
Our lips crashed together as her legs wrapped around me. She arched her back, grinding herself against my aching cock. "Take me to bed, handsome." She whispered against my lips.
And I did.
Chapter 44
TIERNEY
Ahren pressed me into the mattress and began ripping at my clothes, desperate to remove everything that separated us.
I pushed him away. "Take yours off. I'll get mine." I said, doing my best to sound sexy.
Not that I didn't love this whole feral animal thing he had going on, but with all the craziness, I had only had time to sew sheaths into two pairs of pants. At the rate he was going, he would have ripped them to shreds.
The second I was bare, his lips found mine, pressing a brief, but brutal kiss on them before his lips moved lower. He licked a fiery trail down the column of my throat, nipping the tender flesh along the way.
I watched, transfixed, as he dragged his tongue in slow, teasing circles around my nipple, sending a jolt of both pleasure and pain straight to my clit when he bit down hard.
"Ahren! Fuck!" I screamed.
A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. "You're going to want to save your voice, Kitten."
"Bring it on." A shiver of anticipation tinged with fear worked its way through me as I taunted the angel of death to have his way with me.
He continued his delicious assault as he traveled south, my breath getting heavier with every second that passed.
Overcome with pleasure, my eyes slid shut, surrendering myself to his onslaught, my fingers fisting the pillowcase beside my head.
His tongue swiped a fiery trail between my legs, circling my clit and my thighs clamped shut, locking his head in place, right where I needed him.