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She actually thought about it, and I was unsure whether to expect a coherent answer.
"But you’d miss the action," she reasoned with a pout.
That had me grinning in a playful manner, and suddenly I was in her personal space, not caring how she was smothered against Onyx with her hand around his hard cock. "You'll give me a nice show when it's us three sometime?"
She grinned then, the wild look not only tempting me but making me wish to fuck her with Onyx.
Fuck...I haven't had a threesome. I could imagine one with Willow involved. Pleasurable with lots of playful banter and a hint of aggression. Now that would be hot as fuck.
"Keep your lustful thoughts to yourself and go kill that fucker before he leaves another bomb around."
I smirked at Onyx's voice funneling through the bond tunnel before I kissed Willow's forehead, which was something I hadn't done to any woman I'd dealt with.
Whether for pleasure or anything close to romantic.
"Keep Onyx busy. When I'm back and you're not tired, we'll dance and have fun." I winked and rose up as she smirked seductively and began to stroke Onyx's cock once more.
"Have fun, Saint," she purred, and I had to second guess if getting this rat mother fucker was even worth it.
I bobbed my head, already heading out the door when I contacted the others through the pack bond.
We’ve got a rat.
"At Willow's base?"Jayce was the one that was answering, which told me Dimitris was negotiating something.
Yup. She sensed it.
"Really? Didn't you say she's drunk?"
She is. Currently stroking Onyx's cock.
"Must be nice,"Jayce commented, and Onyx interjected.
"It is, but it's hard to endure the luxuries of cock stroking and sucking when there's a rat around."
Want me to kill it or bring it to Neo for some fun?
"Rat sounds boring,"Neo replied."Working on something more thrilling."
Who did you guys find?
"One of the two snitches we accidentally brought from California,"Jayce replied."Neo's punishing him first."
That sucks.
Neo's punishments were so far from his painting process. The poor snitch would be tortured slowly. It would be an agonizing death where he'd beg for death, which wouldn't come unless Neo got bored.
Did you locate the second?
"Working on it. This one was spelled to secrecy though,"Neo replied.
Magic oaths were always a pain in the ass to deal with. The person would rather be tortured to death than reveal the secret. Apparently, if they do, not only do they die, their souls are used spiritually by shamans and necromancers until judgment day arrived for us all, and in our case, who knew when the fuck that would be.
Thus, the reason why they would rather take the secret to the grave.
My wolf urged me to stop on the fifth floor, which was an odd request, but I didn’t ignore it as I pressed the button suddenly. The elevator slowed to a stop, and when I exited, I could smell the intense odor of cigarettes coming from the left.
I knew for a fact that these types of buildings were smoke-free, which left me grinning because it was about to get fun. Sliding my hands in my pockets, I began whistling, a bad habit that always frightened fuckers back in Cali.
