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The protest that should have come immediately was lost the second his tongue slipped through forcibly parted lips. There was nothing uncertain or gentle about his kiss. He took the control I never willingly gave, dominating me with unmistakable possession and primal desire.
Call me stupid, call me weak; I melted into his solid form, kissing him back as if this was the most natural thing in the world. The touch holding my jaw captive moved to my hair, fisting a handful almost painfully, eliciting an involuntary moan to escape on a breath he failed to steal.
He pressed against me, the heat radiating from his body ten times hotter than the sun blazing in the sky above us.
The ache I struggled to stave off every day blossomed between my thighs with an intensity that had me stifling another treacherous moan. It took restraint I wasn’t aware I had not to spread my legs and beg him to fuck me.
This was too much for me. Maliki Erebus was too much for me. I attempted to break free of our lip lock and, without warning, teeth sank into my lower lip.
He held long after I whimpered until a metallic tang hit my tongue.
When he finally pulled back, he took his touch and the heat of his body with him, creating a much needed gap between us. My hand flew to lips now puffy from his kiss, fingering where there was still a bit of blood.
“What the hell was that?” I whispered harshly.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” he replied flippantly, like this was no big deal.
Maybe it wasn’t.
Maybe I was being a girl over the whole thing, because his expression was one of total indifference. He eyed me carefully before saying, “Don’t start.”
“Friends don’t kiss like that.”
“Then I guess we’re not just fucking friends, are we?”
“Wait.” I held up a hand as if he would actually stop talking.
“Can’t,” he retorted, snatching it up within his own. “We need to move.”
Without giving me another option, I was forced to follow, doing a quick one-two speed walk to catch up and match his stride.
Shoving my confusion and the lingering feel of his kiss into the mental compartment starting to overflow with all my thoughts of him, I focused on the tire shop he was leading me towards.
“Shouldn’t we have told the others?”
“No, we don’t answer to them. Besides, I’m positive I heard someone specifically say if the environment calls for two hellions, we should handle it.”
“Hostile hellions,” I corrected, gently tracing my tongue over where he’d bitten me.
The van that was legitimately the color of shit could not be missed. Neither would a man in a fedora, but I didn’t see him anywhere.
There were, however, three men oblivious to their surroundings inside the mechanical part of the tire shop. Not one of them took notice of us crossing the street.
“Where’s Buddy?” I asked quietly.
“He went inside about four minutes ago.”
“But I thought…” I let the sentence trail off, choosing to focus on something more important than him screwing with my head. “You go get him then; I’ll take care of the rest.”
“That sounds ass backwards, don’t you think?”
“No. I’ll have the three of them handled before you so much as breathe on the other one.”
“Is that a challenge?” he questioned, a hint of competitiveness already broaching his tone.
“It can be,” I retorted, pulling my hand free from his.
“All right then, bet.”
