Page 29 of Heroes & Hitmen (Windy City Wolfpack #1)

“You’re killing me,” I growl, gazing down at her reverently. “ You look too damn pretty on your knees, I can hardly fucking take it.”

Her breath catches– a soft, involuntary hitch– but I hear it. See it in the way her cheeks go pink, the way her thighs squeeze together. Smell it in the air as her arousal spikes.

My lips split into a smug as fuck grin. Jackpot.

“Seriously,” I go on, voice lazy and warm like honey over fire. “You’re a fucking vision.”

She tries to glare, but the heat in her eyes betrays her. Her fingers trail down my leg, nails dragging along the edge of my still-healing wound. I shudder, but not from pain. From restraint.

She peers up at me through her lashes again, and everything about her– her posture, her silence, her focus– says she’s the one in control right now. And yet, the way she’s kneeling in front of me makes me feel like a fucking king.

“C’mon, babe,” I coax, reaching down to cup her chin. I brush my thumb over her lower lip, inhaling deep as the scent of her arousal intensifies. “Just give it a little kiss.”

It’s brazen, but she doesn’t roll her eyes or pull away.

Hunger simmers in those storm-colored eyes as she meets my gaze, tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Then, slowly, she reaches up and tugs down my boxers, her fingers curling around my girth with a grip that steals the air from my lungs and sends a shiver up my spine.

I barely manage to brace myself against the wall as she leans forward, lips brushing the leaking tip of my cock. Her tongue is soft and teasing as it circles the crown– just a taste– but my head tips back at the sensation, a ragged sound escaping my throat.

“Fuck yes,” I pant. “Just like that.”

She hums in response, parting those gorgeous lips to take me in.

Her mouth is warm, wet, fucking perfect as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat then slowly recedes, like she’s testing my response and gauging exactly how to ruin me.

My hand slides into her hair again, guiding her with gentle pressure as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks .

“Shit, that feels incredible,” I rasp, panting hard. “So good. Knew you’d be perfect with your mouth, too.”

She falters, pace stuttering, and I catch the tiniest sound– a whimper, muffled by my cock. Her arousal spikes so sharply I can practically taste it.

Holy shit, I was right .

She likes the praise.

I lean into it, my voice dropping to a rough whisper.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur, dropping my other hand to cup the back of her head, keeping her right where I want her. “So pretty on your knees with your lips stretched around me. You’re taking me so well, making me fucking crazy.”

Her thighs shift, squeezing together, and I know if I slid my hand between them she’d be soaking wet for me.

The tension in her body is visible; she’s fucking trembling.

I thrust a little deeper into her mouth and she moans around my shaft, the sound of it needy and desperate.

When she looks up at me again with her eyes glazed and cheeks flushed, I know she’s barely holding on.

I am, too.

I curse under my breath as I reach for Miley, pulling her to her feet in one swift motion. Before she can even blink, I spin her around and press her back against the brick wall. My mouth crashes onto hers again, urgent and claiming.

Her hands grip my shoulders as I press in close, kissing the hell out of her while I reach down and tug her shorts from her hips.

Her lips leave mine with a gasp, but she doesn’t stop me when I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her fingers twist in the fabric of my t-shirt, anticipation practically vibrating off her skin as she hooks her ankles behind my back.

“Say you want this,” I growl, lips on her ear.

She bucks against me, voice a breathy whisper. “I want it. I want you, Ares.”

Dammit if those aren’t the sweetest words I’ve ever heard.

Fisting my throbbing cock, I guide it between her legs, dragging the head through her wetness. She’s so fucking ready for me, and I’ve been waiting way too damn long for this.

Notching my tip at her entrance, I slam inside in one smooth, brutal stroke that feels like coming home. She cries out, and I have to bite down on her shoulder to muffle my own roar, hips pulsing as her inner walls clamp down around me.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, body arching into mine like she wants to fuse us together, and the final thread of restraint I was clinging to snaps.

I start hammering in and out at a savage pace, giving it to her hard and fast while her hips buck to meet my thrusts.

The whole world shrinks down to the heat of her body clenching around me, the slap of our skin, the wild, animalistic rhythm that neither of us is even trying to fight.

“Mine,” I snarl, words half-lost to the wind, and she just nods frantically, hair whipping across her face, eyes squeezed shut against the flood of sensation.

“Look at me,” I command, catching her chin in my hand.

Her eyes pop open, stormy and shining.

“Good girl,” I praise. “I wanna see the look in your eyes when I make you come.”

She’s shaking, every inch of her drawn tight, and I reach between us to circle her clit with my fingers, nudging her toward the edge of oblivion.

Miley comes undone gloriously in my arms, legs trembling, voice breaking on a scream. Her body convulses, inner walls clamping down on me so tight that I lose control in the next breath. My hips stutter, cock pulsing inside her as release crashes over me.

For a few seconds, neither of us moves. Her chest heaves against mine as I tighten my arms around her waist, keeping us both steady as we fight to catch our breath. Then she tips her head back to rest against the brick, a slow, sated smile curving her lips.

“You’re insane,” she murmurs, scoffing that perfect mean-girl laugh that somehow makes me want her even more.

“And you love it,” I chuckle as I press a kiss to the bruise my teeth left on her shoulder. Not the kind of mark I really want to leave on this girl, but it’ll do for now.

She wriggles to free herself from my grip, and I reluctantly lower her legs down to the ground, stepping back so we can get our clothes in order. Once we’re dressed, hair smoothed, faces still flushed and lips still swollen, we start walking.

Neither of us says a word as we step out of the alley and onto the street, heading in the direction of the Tower.

Our footsteps echo off the pavement, shoulders brushing, hands eventually tangling again.

My leg still hurts, and there’s sand in my shoes, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing about how this night turned out.

“So,” I say when we’re a couple blocks from the Tower, giving Miley’s hand a squeeze as I glance over at her. “Does this mean I get to sleep in the bed tonight?”

Her head turns my way, one brow arching. “Depends on if you can keep your hands to yourself.”

“Hey, you’re the one that loves to cuddle,” I tease .

“Do not,” she scoffs.

“Do too,” I laugh.

She abruptly stops short, tugging her hand from mine and pivoting to face me. “And how would you know, hmm?” she challenges, narrowing her eyes on me. “Is this when you finally admit to sneaking into bed in the middle of the night?”

My lips split into a grin as I raise my hands, showing her my palms. “I plead the fifth.”

“Creep,” she mutters, shaking her head as she turns away and starts walking again.

I chuckle softly to myself, catching up in a couple strides and reaching over to snag her hand again. “Maybe,” I admit, still grinning like an idiot. “But I’m your creep.”