Page 37 of Syndicate Mayhem


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I began to berate myself in my head.I should've kept a better eye out for things like that.I should’ve looked for signs of magic. The unnatural shimmer magic had, the feeling of air moving in an unnatural way, the ground being too clear, almost being the perfect spot for a foot to step on. No, I didn't pay attention to those things, and I got caught in his magical web.

Yanking my limbs around, I tried to get something to move, even just an inch, but nothing worked. I was thoroughly stuck, but I couldn't give up. I couldn't let any of them win this easily. The game just started!

I was about to try jerking my body again when a dark shape came out from the shadows. Falcon . . . or at least I thought it was? With their bodies blurred and the mate bond still covered, I couldn't tell right away. It was both infuriating and exciting.

“You're not going to get out.”

I growled, but I knew it was much less powerful with my face frozen. I went into default mode and tried to threaten him, throwing out so many of my best comebacks, but sadly, they came out in a weird mumble.

The masked man lifted his hand, putting it to his ear as his robot voice said, “What was that?”

His mocking tone infuriated me, my veins filling with a determination to make sure that I got out of this. I only needed to wait for the right moment.

He walked up to me, moving his hand over the magical sphere I was caught in, and shrunk it to a thin layer around my body. Okay, this was definitely Falcon.

“It looks like I caught pretty prey in my web. Such an enticing prey.” His hand cupped my chin before slowly trailing down my body, the spell only affecting me as his hand was able to roam without resistance. “If I catch something, it should bemine, right?”

His hand easily sliced through the slit of my skirt and cupped my pussy, running his finger along my bare slit, playing with me. “No underwear.” I could see his shoulders shake as he gave a pleased sigh. “You look so delectable like this, my mate. Helpless to me and my wants of this body. The things I can make this body do with just a little bit of magic.” He gave a very unlike Falcon growl as he stepped closer, cupping my heavy breast with his other hand.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, the only movement I was allowed. Being caught by him like this, giving up all freedoms and letting myself be taken, used, was surprisingly intoxicating. I wanted more.

He lifted my shirt, my puffs of breath grew more erratic when he pushed his mask up just enough to reveal his mouth, his lips wrapping around my nipple and sucking. Shivers ran up and down my body, shaking with pleasure as my throat burned to let out a long, sensual moan but wasn't able to.

Two of his fingers scissored me open just as he ran a finger back and forth from clit to hole, sinking in his finger, covering it in my essence when he repeated the process as he spread my wetness all over. My body yearned to react, to move, to flinch, to be able to do something as he took what he wanted. I let out a small, soft whimper, and his head rose up, looking at me with those cold, crystal blues I was so fond of.

“Do you see what it's like to be me, my wild one? To watch you every day, work beside you, as you hold this exquisite body only inches from me, and I must resist myself? I must keep back my urges to completely strip you bare and explore you for hours as you writhe underneath me? Do you know how torturous that is? How much control I exert every single day?”

His words only made my body tremble with need. As much as I put my work first, the Syndicate business first, that didn't mean I wasn't feeling the same way. That I wanted to throw everything to the wind and lock my mates up in a room for weeks on end, feeding and fucking until we couldn’t stand. Hearing my frosty, logical mage’s confession right now made being caught in hismagic barrier maddening. I wanted him to let me free so I could show him just how much I felt in return.

His eyes stared into mine, a war going on inside them on display, but I didn't care. I didn't know what he was trying to decide on, but I wanted him to know how much I craved him, too. I put all my desire and hunger for him in my eyes, hoping that he understood without words.

“Fuck it.” The hand around my breast lifted to my neck, squeezing me in place as he pushed two fingers inside of me and collided his lips with mine, devouring me just how he wanted.

For a second, all I could feel, all I could think about, was his lips on mine, stealing my breath away as he worked up my body. I didn't even notice that my arms were around him, my body free from the trap, until we each pulled away with a ragged breath.

His forehead rested on mine, his fingers still moving inside of me. “That's right, wild one. I want to see how much you tremble. I want to hear your moans for me. I want this body to break for me willingly. My prey bends to me.”

His soft, rugged voice was almost like a lullaby, entrancing me into his world until that last part. As soon as he said the word “prey”, I remembered the game. Remembered what I wanted. While he was making it excruciatingly difficult to make this choice, I knew what I wanted. What the end game was. This was my present, and I was going to get all of it.

I huffed my agreement in his ear, letting my hands comb through his hair until my fingers felt my wrist. Finding the watchhe got me, I let my body sag, letting him think that I was giving up, giving into him of my own free will. It gave me just the right amount of time to push the button on my watch.

As soon as I pressed it, two long, neon red lights came out, snaked down his arms, and wrapped around his wrist before fusing itself to the ground. His eyes snapped up to mine, fury lining them as he used all his control to say in a deep voice, “What is the meaning of this?”

I backed up, looking away for a second because I really did want what he was offering, but I also wanted so much more. I was a greedy girl like that. I hope he understood.

Straightening my shoulders, I faced him, trailing the pad of my finger down the side of his face, bringing my lips the the crook of his neck as I breathed, “How does it feel to be caught up in my web,prey?”

His whole body stiffened, and I laid a sweet and sensual kiss on the column of his neck. “Don't be like that, my mage. I want all of you.” I ran my hand along his growing length. As much as he hated me getting the upper hand, he secretly liked it. I knew he craved a challenge, something that wasn't easy, and no one could say that I was easy. “More than all of you,” I ran my fangs along his artery, and I heard him inhale, “but that’s not the game today. The game is hunt or be hunted, and I don't want it to be over just yet.”

I circled him. “You're the one that created this.” I flicked my fingers along the red magic line that was holding his left arm down at his side. “I'm sure you can get out of it. So, when youdo . . . ,” I went up on my tippy toes, licked the shell of his ear as I whispered in a sultry voice, “come find me.”

Falcon tipped his head down, coming face to face with me as we were only an inch apart. “Oh, I will.” There was an edge to his tone, a threat, and I smiled. “And when I do, you better be ready. This is your warning, wild one.”

“Can’t wait,” I said against his lips before I turned and sped off.

Chapter 6

Where the fuck isshe?

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