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That pretty little girl had us all in knots. Wasn’t a single one of the three of us who hadn’t wanted to fuck her since the second she rode on the back of Devil’s bike. Just last night, I jacked off twice thinking about her tight pussy and those sexy lips wrapped around my cock. Now I felt genuine fear for her safety and helpless to prevent anyone from killing her just to spite us.
The only thing puzzling me was Mike Huber’s involvement. What did he have to gain?
“No,” Reaper growled.
By his reaction, I’d say Henny had gotten under his skin. Not a good idea if she wanted to remain unharmed. Reaper might kill her just for the sport of it. Then again, he liked to fuck as much as the rest of us.
Maybe he’d play with her a bit first. I sure hoped so because I wanted her bad enough to share with the others. I didn’t give a shit who fucked her first. I just wanted my turn.
Honestly, Reaper was due for a new toy. He broke the last one, and no one caught his eye since. I couldn’t wait to see how this would pan out. Henny appealed to all of us, and I sensed she would be receptive to multiple lovers.
None of this mattered if we didn’t rescue her and bring our sweet girl home. And yeah, I realized I already thought of her as belonging to us and filling that emptiness we all pretended didn’t exist.
“Don’t you want her?”
He growled, not offering his feelings or intention, probably because whatever he felt for her scared him. And nothing scared Reaper. . .except for his past.
“Fine. You want to save her, right?”
Reaper blew out a breath of frustration. “Yes.”
“Good.”
He snorted, unamused.
“We’ll all claim her.”
He didn’t contradict me.Yeah, I thought so, you prick.
“I’ll meet you at Devil’s office.”
He nodded, silently stalking down the hall, and I almost pitied Mike Huber. Reaper would fucking gut the bastard and watch him bleed out.
On the way to Devil’s office, I stopped in my room to grab my black face paint. In memory of my Viking ancestors, I always prepared for battle with war paint.
Inside, I could feel my bear stir. He was a fierce hunter and protector, loyal to those he called kin.
I dipped my fingers into the jar of paint, bringing them upward to swipe across my cheeks, drawing the bear’s paw. I darkened my eyes and slapped my palm on my bare chest. Ready, I joined Reaper, Cowboy, and Devil.
Time to hunt.
Chapter 11
Devil and Raiden entered the warehouse first, followed by Cowboy, weapons drawn as I lingered by the doors of the property to ensure no one surprised them from behind. My shadows hovered at the edges of my vision, creeping in with excitement. I kept them contained, waiting for the right moment to unleash their power.
Detecting no threats, I joined them. As I moved through the warehouse, noting all the empty rooms, I found a door that led outside. Something prompted me to follow the gravel-lined path that led to another set of buildings. I wondered if there were additional offices. Hidden meeting rooms?
Sneaking inside the largest of the structures, I heard a voice I recognized calling out Henny’s name.
Mike Huber.
Why the fuck was he talking to her over a goddamn speaker?
I sensed Devil nearby and retreated into the shadows. The inky fog pulled me in. Voices grew muffled as I embraced the darkness, sinking into the abyss where the noises of my past couldn’t reach me. Blissful quiet surrounded me, engulfing my body in silent serenity. I only felt peace in their company.
Now, I awaited Devil and his signal to emerge. Only his voice could bring me back into the loud chaos that overwhelmed my senses. I never liked to live in that madness for long.
I always ended up retreating into the shadows again.
