Page 21 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family

I took the phone from her and my eyes narrowed.

The profile was damn near identical to one of the burner accounts I kept tabs on her with.

Same aesthetic and same empty bullshit. It mirrored my tactics too closely.

That meant Trent had been tracking Baylyn’s movements for a while now and I’d missed it.

The thought sent irritation through me, but I kept my expression neutral.

She didn’t need to know the extent of it right now.

I sent the profile to myself and handed the phone back to her.

“Not me.”

She toyed with the corner of her lip staring at me. “So, who is it?”

I sighed, reaching up to rub the tension out of my jaw. “It’s not someone you need to worry about.”

Her eyes flashed with frustration. “Emir?—”

“I’ll handle it.”

I could tell she was trying to let it go but wasn’t stupid. She knew who I was and the type of people that meant she was by default connected to.

“Is this going to affect my life?”

I gripped her chin gently between my fingers, tilting her face up so she was looking only at me.

“No,” I said firmly. “I won’t let it.”

I could see the hesitation in her eyes. The push and pull of wanting to trust me but not knowing if she fully could. I wasn’t about to let that doubt linger.

“You’re staying here tonight. Go shower, relax. I’ll take care of the rest.”

She sighed. “I know this is a part of your life and I said I was down with you so I’m going to trust that you have this covered.”

“Good, because I do.” I winked and took her hand, leading her down the hall toward my bedroom. I pushed the door open, letting her enter first.

“Towels are in the same cabinet I showed you last time.”

I moved to my dresser, pulling a drawer open and grabbing one of my T-shirts before handing it to her.

“You can wear this.”

She took it, holding the fabric between her fingers for a second before glancing up at me and nodding. I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead. “Go get comfortable.”

She smiled and nodded. I made sure to give her the energy she needed to be at ease.

Baylyn didn’t need to be stressing about my shit.

I dropped one last kiss on her before she headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

The second I heard the shower turn on, I pulled my phone out and hit my brothers up.

Yair was first call. “Yo.”

“Kades with you?” I asked.

“Yeah, hold up.” There was a muffled sound before Kades’s voice came through. “What’s up?”

I glanced at my bedroom door and kept my voice low. “Trent’s been watching Baylyn.”

“What the fuck?” Yair muttered.

Kades’ tone was more agitated. “Explain.”

I gave them a quick rundown of the drinks, the guy at the lounge, the black roses.

“He’s fucking with her and I missed it.”

“That’s bullshit, Mir.” Yair’s voice was now tight with irritation. “You don’t miss shit like this.”

“Apparently, I fucking did.”

Been too busy worrying about her pussy instead of her safety…

“Don’t let that shit get to you, Mir. This shit is new.”

Having to worry about someone other than my brothers…

Kades spoke again. “What do you need from us?”

“Just some information for now. Yair, I need you to check into an account. I want every detail. Who it belongs to, where it’s been tracking from. Everything.”

“I got you. Send it over.”

I texted the profile link, making sure the message sent, then ended the call with my brothers, promising we would figure this shit out.

We would but it annoyed the fuck out of me that it was happening.

But for now, Baylyn was here and safe. That was what mattered.

By the time she stepped out of the shower, the scent of my body wash all over her skin and I loved that shit.

I was sitting on the couch with a glass in my hand and she padded into the room with my black T-shirt swallowing her frame.

My eyes followed her path to me and my dick immediately thickened. She looked too damn good but more than anything, in my shirt and in my house she looked like she was mine.

Baylyn hesitated for a second before sliding onto the couch beside me, curling her legs underneath herself. I set my glass down and draped an arm over the back of the couch, letting her lean into me. She shifted until her head rested against my shoulder.

“You good?”

Her voice was soft as hell. “Yeah, like this I’m perfect.”

I moved a hand over her thigh, squeezing lightly. “You know you’re good with me, right?”

“I know.”

But I could still feel the tension. I nudged her chin so she’d look at me. “Say it.”

“I’m good with you.”

I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “And nothing about your life is going to change. I won’t let it.”

She sank into me, letting her body relax completely.

“Okay.”

I kissed her temple, lingering there. “I promise I got you.”

She smiled and just like that, she was at ease. I kept her pressed against me to make sure she felt safe, because as far as I was concerned, she was, and I planned on doing everything in my power to make sure that didn’t change

I woke the next morning feeling perfectly at peace. The warmth in my bed had nothing to do with the sunlight being bright as hell in my room and everything to do with the woman next to me.

Her body was soft and warm tucked against mine. The steady rhythm of her breathing settled me. I ran my hand down the curve of her back, tracing the smooth skin just beneath the hem of my T-shirt that she slept in. She made a soft noise, stirred, and inched in closer.

I leaned down, grazing the curve of her shoulder with my lips.

“Morning, beautiful.”

She hummed, stretching just enough to arch against me.

Her body was already responding, knowing exactly what I wanted.

I didn’t rush though nor did I push. I simply let my fingers wander and my mouth linger, grazing her skin while her body reacted.

She sighed, turning in my arms with sleep still heavy in her voice. “I like waking up like this?”

I brushed her hair back from her face and my thumb grazed her jaw. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”

She bit her lip and her eyes narrowed on me. I kissed her neck and she eased in closer.

A slow, lazy smile surfaced and that was all the invitation I needed.

I rolled her onto her back, hovering over her, pressing a kiss to her lips spreading her legs with my knee letting her know exactly where this was headed. She sighed into my mouth and her hands slid up my arms before curling around my shoulders.

My mouth grazed her throat then moved to her collarbone. She shivered as I slid my hand under my shirt, pushing it up inch by inch until she sat up and lifted her arms, letting me pull it over her head and toss it aside.

“Damn.”

Her fingers moved to the back of my neck and she pulled me down. “Less staring, more touching.”

I chuckled with my mouth against her skin, then did exactly as she asked.

My lips trailed lower, pressing kisses down the center of her body, over the curve of her stomach. My hands brushed her sides, gripping her hips as I settled between her legs. I nudged her thighs apart, my fingers teasing her as I kissed the inside of thigh.

She let out a shaky breath. “Emir…”

I looked up, catching the way she bit her lip in anticipation.

“Relax, baby.”

I spread her open, dragging my tongue over her pussy. Her entire body jolted and she gripped the sheets.

I groaned with the taste of her sending awareness straight to my dick. Then I did it again, slower this time, savoring every reaction, every little moan and shudder.

Her fingers tightened in the sheets and her hips jutted toward my mouth, seeking more. I gave it to her, wrapping my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue across it in a way that had her back arching off the bed.

“Fuck,” she hissed and her thighs trembled around my head.

I used my fingers to open her wider, teasing with my tongue before I plunged my fingers in and stroked her pussy hard and deep until she was panting and rocking against my face. The minute those muscles locked tightly and she held my fingers hostage, I knew she was ready.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” I murmured against her, sucking lightly.

She shattered.

Her body clenched and she broke apart. Her thighs trembled, back arching deep as fuck, and she rocked her hips in a jerky motion. I kept going, coaxing every last drop from that pussy until she sank into the mattress beneath me.

When I finally pulled back, she was staring, breathless, skin flushed and eyes heavy-lidded with satisfaction.

But I wasn’t done.

I crawled back up, pressing my body to hers, letting her feel exactly how hard she had my dick. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. “I need you,” she whispered, voice hoarse as hell.

I lined myself up and eased in slowly while both of us groaned at the way she clenched around me.

I stilled, savoring the moment. The way she sucked me in and held me tight. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me down until her lips brushed mine.

“Move, Emir.”

I did.

I rocked my hips, driving into her, slow, deep, making her feel every inch. She moaned into my mouth, dragging her nails down my back.

I gritted my teeth, fighting for control. “You feel so fucking good, Bay.”

Her hips met my thrusts and her body moved with mine, chasing another release.

I gripped her thigh, lifting her leg higher, sinking even deeper from another angle, hitting the spot that granted me her voice.

“Right there. Oh fuck, right there…” she groaned, tipping her head back.

I focused there, thrusting harder, watching as she unraveled beneath me.

Her body tensed and that had me driving in deeper. I reached between us, rubbing and pinching her clit until she was clenching around me again. Her orgasm hit hard, and the way she held me, pulling me deeper, sent me right over with her.

I groaned, burying myself inside her pussy one last time as I came with my muscles locked tightly and dick throbbing.

We stayed like that, tangled together, our bodies slick with sweat and our breathing uneven. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, rolling onto my side and pulling her against me.

“Morning sex is my favorite.”

I tightened my arm around her. “Then get used to it.”

After we both recovered, I pulled her into the shower with me.

She groaned when the warm water hit her skin and tilted her head back with her hands resting against my chest.

“I should be getting ready for work.” She sounded confident but stayed pressed against me.

“You’ve got time,” I said, letting my fingers skim her spine.

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue and instead reached for the body wash, lathering her hands.

“Turn around,” she instructed.

I lifted a brow but I did as she asked, enjoying the feel of her hands sliding over my body. My dick was already hard again.

“You trying to get fucked in the shower too?”

She pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Nope?”

“Your hands on me like this is a guarantee that you will be missing work today.”

She laughed softly, running her hands down my arms before wrapping them around my waist. “I can’t. I have a lot of stuff to do.”

I turned back to face her, gripping her ass firmly enough to pull her close. “Then you might want to keep your hands off me.”

“With how you just woke me up you should be good?”

“You feel my dick, right?”

She grinned, pushing up on her toes. “Yep and still not happening.”

I kissed her, swiping my tongue against hers in a way that reminded me of what it felt like when I was eating her pussy but she caught my hand when I tried to move it between her thighs. “I can’t.”

I watched as she grabbed a washcloth and stepped back. I looked down at my dick and groaned. “You got me fucked up.”

She laughed as she lathered the washcloth then dragged it over her body. I watched her, almost amused. Shit like this wasn’t my thing but it could be…

With her.

We both washed and got out, heading back to my room. Baylyn stood by my dresser with a towel wrapped around her body as I pulled out a hoodie and sweats.

“Wear this.”

She raised an eyebrow. “I can’t wear that to work. We still have to go by my place.”

“You’ll make them look good though.”

She dressed and my hoodie hung loosely over her frame with the sleeves covering her hands.

I definitely liked the way she looked in my clothes.

But before I could say something that would make her late for work, we left, heading to her place so she could get dressed.

I made her wait in the living room after I did a full sweep of her apartment.

I checked the doors, the windows, the locks.

Nothing seemed off, but I still made a note to have Yair check the nearby security footage later.

When she stepped back into the living room, she was pulling her work bag over her shoulder, looking sexy as fuck in a skirt and blazer. I had to remind myself that I promised my life wouldn’t affect hers, which meant keeping my dick under control.

“All good?” she asked.

“For now,” I said, studying her. “Let’s roll.”

I pulled up in front of Baylyn’s office, parked, and turned toward her. She reached for the door handle, but I caught her wrist.

“Hang on, I’m walking you in.”

She rolled her eyes and then laughed. “Emir, no, you’re not.”

“Yes the fuck I am.”

“There’s literally no reason for you to.”

“I can think of a few.”

She shook her head. “The office is full of people. I’ll be fine.”

I studied her, tracing my thumb over her jaw. Her resolve wavered for a second, but then she stood her ground.

“Emir.” Her voice was softer now. “I appreciate it. I do. But I need to go in like it’s a normal day and…” She hesitated with her eyes traveling over me. “You don’t exactly blend in.”

“I blend when I want to.”

She gave me a look, and I smirked, relenting. I reached for her instead, sliding my hand around the back of her neck for a kiss. She leaned toward me, moaning into it until I pulled back. “I’ll check in later.”

She pressed her forehead against mine for a second before easing away. “I’ll be fine.”

I let her go, watching her walk inside through the glass doors, not moving until I saw her disappear into her office. I lifted my phone and sent Yair a text letting him know I was heading his way. I promised this shit with Trent wouldn’t affect her world which meant I had to get a handle on it.