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“Are you okay?” I whimper as he slides out of me, the evidence of his release immediately dripping between my thighs.
“Exactly what the doctor ordered.” He chuckles as he lifts me from the ground. “Now, I need you to call your brothers and get them over here.”
“What?”
“It seems more than just a shipment has gone missing, which means we may have a common enemy.”
50
Elijah
Snow paces restlessly up and down my office. She hasn’t stopped moving since she sent the message to Wynter an hour ago, and each time I move to comfort her, she sends me a glare I’m not brave enough to question.
If you told me a month ago that Snow Saint James would have me wrapped around her little finger, I would have put a bullet in your brain for suggesting such a thing, but that’s exactly what’s happened. The fierce woman I want to stand by my side could rule our kingdom without any questions being asked, and that thought alone has my cock hardening again.
After we finished in the bathroom, I carried her to the shower and kept her distracted as the water washed away the evidence of our quick fuck. I’m a dick for taking her like that, especially when she’s only barely over the agony her period put her through, but I needed her.
Just another reason to get her pregnant as soon as possible. She won’t have to be in that amount of pain for at least nine months. For two days I couldn’t bear to be away from her, not when she was bedridden, often crying from the intensity of the pain she was in.
“Snow, you’re going to wear a path in my carpet, and Mrs. Chambers is going to kill me.”
She stops in her tracks, turning her brutal stare on me. “I just stopped my brothers from killing you, and then you invited them over for a casual afternoon of Mafia wars. Please tell me in what possible universe I wouldn’t be freaking the hell out right now?”
If it were any other woman yelling at me, she would be locked up until she learned to speak to me with the respect I deserve. But not Snow. Her fire makes me hard as a rock, and I wouldn’t have her any other way.
“Mafia wars?” I raise a brow.
“What else would you like me to call it?” she snaps at the same time the doorbell rings through the house, and her body stills in its place, terror crossing her features. “Are you sure we don’t need to bring in some extra guards?”
I smile, slowly rising from the desk and crossing the office to where she’s standing still as a statue. When I reach her, I tug her body into mine, forcing down the grunt of pain when her body collides with my likely broken ribs, and tip her chin up to look at me. “It’s going to be okay, Snowflake. I don’t want you stressing about this, even if I do like you being worried about me.” I smirk.
“Don’t let it go to your head.” She rolls her eyes, but the ghost of a smile plays on her lips.
I press a kiss to her temple, relishing in the way our scents mingle together after we’ve fucked. Even after a shower, I can smell our mutual release on her skin, and it takes every ounce of restraint in my body not to throw her over my shoulder and fuck her against my desk like I long to do. But I can’t leave her family standing on the doorstep, even if their presence is only going to make Snow more uncomfortable than she already is.
I drag myself away from her, pointing at the chair I placed beside my own at the desk. If she’s going to rule by my side, she needs to do it from the right side of the table.
I don’t chance another look over my shoulder, not with how wound up I am and how close I am to dragging Snow back to our room and not letting her leave until I’ve had my fill, which if my constant need for her over the last decade is anything to go by, isn't likely to ever happen.
By the time I reach the door, I’ve slipped into business mode. I swing the double doors open and find Storm and Rayne standing on the top step, each with a mask just like my own in place. Behind them, Everett has Wynter tucked under his arm, worry etched into her brow.
“Where’s my sister?” Storm snaps.
“Waiting for us in the office. As you can imagine, she’s nervous about your visit after the… compromising position she found us all in earlier.” It’s not like me to beat around the bush or avoid conflict, but I’m trying to conserve as much of our fragile relationship as I can. Although in another time, I would have retaliated for a stunt like the one they pulled this morning, that isn’t an option right now. Not only because they’re Snow’s family, but because I won’t hurt her like that.
I push the doors wider and step to the side, silently inviting them into the house that has only just started feeling like a home.
“This way,” I say as I start up the hallway. When I reach the office, she’s sitting in her chair and her face shows none of the anxiety she displayed only a few minutes ago. She has one leg crossed over the other, her tight black jeans hugging her shapely legs. She looks calm and collected when her eyes meet mine, and my obsession with her grows to a new high.
Snow is utter perfection.
I take my place at her side, a feeling of rightness crashing down on me. I knew from the moment I saw her that she would be my wife one day, but I always hoped she would be more than that, and to see that come to fruition is more than I ever could have imagined.
Snow’s face is stony as each of her siblings filter into the room, taking a seat across the desk from us. The air in the room is thick with tension and unspoken words. Just a few hours ago, they were beating me black and blue, but none of them seem remorseful for their actions.
“What are we doing here, Russo?” Storm finally asks, leaning back in his seat as if he would rather be anywhere but here.
“Storm!” Wynter hisses. “We talked about this.”
