Row is really fucking pretty. Even with the mask on while she shoots daggers at me with her eyes.
I wish she’d stop hiding their real color.
“What do you want, Volkov?”
I pull out my pack of cigarettes and light one. “I want to talk.”
“About how you’re kidnapping me?” she says as she crosses her arms against her chest and arches a brow.
“I’m not kidnapping you.”
“Right.”
I roll my eyes and hit my smoke. “Why would I do that?”
Row shrugs.
“Exactly. I want to talk to you and this felt like the only way we could do it without an audience.”
“You mean withoutwitnesses.” Row reaches up and undoes her mask, resting it on her knees as she nods to me. “Styx will see on the cameras, though. Then you’ll have the Irish mob on your ass.”
Following suit, since this is going to be a thing now, I take off my eye patch and stuff it in my pocket. “I already do,kotenok.”
Her brow furrows briefly but she shakes her head, ignoring whatever thought just ran through it before she pivots. “Okay, Volkov. You have me alone, what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“Niko.”
“Nope,” Row says as she pops theP. “Next topic.”
“Sparrow,” I say as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “We have to talk about him. We’re a pack, he’s our mate, it has to happen.”
“But not today.”
“Fine.” I suck my cigarette down to the filter then toss it on the pavement. “Tell me your real name.”
Row laughs. “Why would I do that?”
What Leon said the other day flashes through my mind and I smirk, debating on giving her that answer, but ultimately decide against it. I don’t think we’re quite at the stage in our relationship where I can talk about fucking her, even if I want to pretty goddamn bad right now.
It’s like a compulsion.
I don’t just want to fuck her, Ineedto.
A little odd since we aren’t scent matched, but I’m sure there’s a reason for it.
My eyes go wide then narrow a second later when I answer my own question with what I see. “You let him bite you?”
Row lifts her hand to the mark on her shoulder close to her neck, smiling as she runs her fingers over the same raised pattern I have on my throat. “I told him to.”
I thought Nikolai was the only one who could give me what he calledrage bonersbut I was wrong. Dead fucking wrong because my dick is hard from visualizing my omega sinking his teeth intoouromega, and I’m pissed the fuck off about it. I don’t know why I’m pissed, but I am.
That’s not true.
I’m pissed because I wasn’t there when it happened.
I didn’t get to see him lay claim to our omega, didn’t get to knot either of them while it happened. I didn’t get to watch the pleasure and ecstasy on either of their faces while that bond was set in stone, and goddamnit that is not what I need to be thinking about at all.
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and try to calm down, but it makes things worse. Way worse because I just inhaled so much of Sparrow into my lungs I can barely catch my breath.
