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“Christ. Okay, pres.” I crushed the butt of my cigarette in the ashtray. “I think Callie is my, uh, mate.”
“No shit?”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about her, and I don’t want to fuck any of the club girls. Isn’t that goddamn insane? I can’t seem to walk around without a fucking hard-on, and it’s all for Callie. I feel this overwhelming need to protect her, and I want to fucking rip those Dirty Death assholes apart for messing with her family. Fuck, pres, I—”
Crow held up a hand. “Yeah. You found your mate.”
“How can you be sure?”
“Because that’s how I felt with Bella. I would fucking kill to keep her safe. Just knowing she’s in danger because of Undertaker and his bullshit is pissing me off. I’m agitated. I want to go home, fuck her, and keep her in my lap until this is all over. It’s fucking anarchy in my brain.”
I dropped into the chair in front of his desk. Having this confirmed, and hearing he experienced the same intense feelings, actually calmed me a little. “Wow. I guess the crow knows, huh?”
“Yeah, he fucking does. We can’t sit on this. I’m calling church for noon. We’ll figure out a plan and take it to vote.”
“Appreciate that, pres.”
“I need my ol’ lady,” he groaned.
Enough said. “I’ll be claiming Callie now.”
Crow shook his head with a laugh. “Don’t be late to church.”
“I won’t,” I promised, exiting the office, anxious to find Callie.
My head was full of all the shit I wanted to say to her, but it flew right out, wiped clean, as I stared at the goddess sitting on a stool at the bar.
Long bare legs, silky smooth under the dim lights, beckoned from across the room. I blocked out every noise, every other person in the vicinity. My hungry gaze swept over her trim waist, flared hips, deep cleavage, and bare shoulders. The tiny black dress on her body seemed painted on, revealing every creamy inch of her skin.
Fuck. Me.
Some sort of sound left my throat, and I couldn’t say if I growled or ordered everyone from the room, or just declared my undying devotion. Maybe all three.
Callie sipped on a glass of wine, turning my way. “Hawk.”
That sensual husky tone of voice sent ripples of lust straight to my cock. “My treasure,” I whispered as I reached her, unable to keep my hands from her body. I didn’t even want to kiss her yet, just stare at the sensual, gorgeous woman I wanted to be mine.
Before my lips had a chance to meet hers, I slid her closer, wrapping my hands around the back of her thighs. In one swift movement, I had her legs around my waist, growling when she crossed her ankles behind my back.
Two small hands slid up my stomach, gliding up my chest, and slowly began to stroke the back of my head and neck. A needy, feral noise escaped my mouth. I had her ass in my palms, gripping the thick, juicy globes as I realized she only wore a thong. Nothing prevented me from slipping it aside and driving deep inside her, right here, right now.
I was so fucking tempted.
But fucking her in front of the club wasn’t what I wanted. Not with Callie. I didn’t want any of my brothers to see the pussy I was claiming for myself. For once, I wanted something pure, untainted by dozens of other men. Instinctually, I knew Callie hadn’t been with many partners. That excited me.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy and beautiful you are? How much I can’t wait to make you mine?”
