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I kneeled at his feet. A position I wouldn’t mind doing anytime he asked, or demanded, or forced.
Yeah, I would like to see his tattooed hand—tatts that also ran up his arm, just the one because he was the coolest guy I’d ever met—grip the back of my neck and force me to the floor to take his stiff cock into my mouth until I choked on it.
“Why the fuck are you hard?” he growled.
I grinned, slowly running my tongue out over my lips as I watched my mate’s stern eyes follow it.
The scent of arousal kept coming and going. Right then, it was strong and intense, and I could get drunk off it. I wanted to lean back to grip my prick and jerk off while he stared.
No, no. I wanted to lean into him and brush my face over his crotch to see if he was as erect as I was, and then I could sneak his zipper down and swallow around his hardness. He would be firm. I mean, I was naked in front of him.
“My dick likes you and the position I’m in.” I flicked my gaze to his crotch and back up.
He ground his teeth together. “Fuckin’ hell, you shouldn’t talk shit like that.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Why not?”
He stilled when he felt my fingers walking up his leg.
“Riker,” he warned.
“Hmm?” I tried for a sweet smile and innocent eyes.
I was positive he didn’t mind what I was saying and doing since another wave of his desire slammed into me. Stronger. Headier. Besides, he hadn’t punched me for my teasing actions.
He shook his leg out and glowered. “Quit it.”
“Why?” I whined. It didn’t make sense. My mouth already watered at the thought of having his dick in it.
He sighed and rubbed at his temples before running his palm over his face. Another glare followed. “How old are you?”
“Thirty-six.”
A bark of laughter left him, but he cut it off quickly, which had me pouting. I liked his laugh. It was deep and rough like his voice. I wanted to hear more of it. I could tickle him. But if he wasn’t ticklish, it was likely he’d get irritated with me like Nox and Deacon did every time I tried to get them to laugh when they were being a pain.
“Bullshit,” my mate accused.
“Nuh-uh,” I said.
I rolled up to my feet and paused for a moment so he could look at my amazing hard dick again. Then I walked over to my jeans and took out my wallet. Of course, my ID was forged since Blackwood was Deacon’s last name. Nox and I changed ours to his when we were younger, so we all matched. But my mate wouldn’t know it was fake.
At least it did show my actual age.
I looked younger. I took after my mother apparently. But she was killed soon after I was born when the monster saw how small I was and presumed I wouldn’t be alpha enough.
I showed him, though. I showed all of them.
The memory conjured up the image of their dead bodies on the living room floor of my childhood house. I’d had blood on every inch of my six-year-old body. Even in my mouth and teeth. I’d fought them in animal and human forms, changing back and forth quickly. That was when they’d discovered I was the fastest in the pack at shifting.
Four bodies had lain lifeless on the carpet.
A father. An uncle. A grandfather. And a cousin.
All who had tormented my tiny body and soul.
“Hey.”
I blinked, focusing on my wallet in my hand before I drew my gaze up to my mate who stood in front of me.
