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But I plan to blow Scarlett’s mind—and body—before we sleep.
We tumble onto the bed, still damp, and I push myself around, grinning at Scarlett’s little, “Oh!” when she realizes what I’m doing. “Come here,” I say, pulling her close into a side-on sixty-nine.
Scarlett laughs, but it’s cut off in delighted moans as I dive into her sweetness, seeking out her clit with my tongue. The taste of her, the sound of her moans as I tease and lick, the warm, smooth sensation of her thighs around me—it’s fucking heavenly. And she seems to think the same, judging by the gasps and hums she’s making into my pussy as she eats me out just as eagerly. Her tongue flattens against my clit, letting me rub into her in the exact rhythm I want and need. I reach down to find one of those soft, warm tits, and grab a handful of it, making her moan, her tongue almost vibrating against my clit.
When I tug and twist at her nipple, she moans again and I can’t help but echo it, a deep, throaty noise that makes Scarlett grow bolder. She sucks my clit between her lips, grabs my ass hard and turns us, so that soon enough I’m riding her face, meeting each lick and suck with a roll of my hips, trying real hard to remember to give her kitty some attention, too. But as my orgasm starts to build, she reaches under to grab my tits, kneading and squeezing and twisting at my nipples in that perfect pain-pleasure sensation that I fucking love when I’m this keyed up. “Oh fuck, baby, yeah, just like that,” I pant, trying not to smother her completely.
But Scarlett’s only encouraging me, eating me faster as I dip down and slide my tongue through her folds. She tastes so good, I can’t help diving right back between her velvet thighs, pulling her pussy lips open so I can drink her down. Her hot tongue is still rubbing against my clit in that way she knows I love, and I can’t concentrate on much else when Scarlett decides it’s time for me to come. Her fingers find their way down my ass crack, massaging my asshole and pressing against all those wonderful little nerve endings until I light up like the Fourth of July. I moan loudly into her pussy, my hips jerking uncontrollably as she works me into a long, aching orgasm that doesn’t seem to stop so much as recede slowly like the tide on a beach.
And as the ripples keep flowing over me, I nuzzle into her dripping center and get back to work, curling my tongue around her clit and giving it a gentle suck, lazily circling it until she’s squirming beneath me, and I have to lift my hips up because I want to hear exactly what’s coming out of her mouth.
“Oh, Lyssa, oh fuck,” she’s gasping, and I don’t stop, won’t stop this time, not until she comes for me. I flick my tongue fast over her clit and slide two fingers to her syrupy, tight heat, curling them to hit that one spot that makes her scream. And that’s exactly what she does, letting out a high-pitched wail as she shudders and shakes beneath me, her orgasm rocketing through her.
I fall to the side and we lie there, panting, my fingers still inside her. I don’t want to take them out, need this place of joining, this proof that she’s mine.
Always mine, forever more. Then Scarlett lifts herself up on her arms and looks down at me. “Holy shit,” she pants. “That was...intense.”
“I know, right?” I grin up at her.
But her attention has been diverted, because she’s frowning at something in the corner. “What’s that?” she asks.
I turn my head to see a long, black bag on a clothes hanger, hung up on the curtain rod. I stare at it, as puzzled as Scarlett is for a moment, until it occurs to me, and I groan. “I bet it’s the best bitch outfit Suzy picked for me.”
“The what?”
“I’m best b—uh, woman, at the wedding. And Suzy kept bugging me about what I was wearing, who I was bringing…she took matters into her own hands and I guess that’s one result.” I grin at Scarlett. “And you’re the other.” I pull my fingers out of her, despite her whimper of protest, and crawl back up to flop against the pillows. “God, I’ll deal with whatever’s hiding in that bag later. Suzy has decent taste, at least, if a little…feminine.”
Scarlett grins and rolls into me, but then looks puzzled. “Why does everyone call her Suzy? It’s not just you. I heard Mario and some of the others calling her that tonight, too.”
I laugh. “Long story, Scar. I’m afraid you’ve got a lot to learn about Syndicate biz.”
“Long as you’re my teacher, I’m happy,” she says, and she really does look happy…and still horny.
“Well, then, let’s get on with another lesson,” I tell her, and run my hand down her body.
CHAPTER 32
Lyssa
A few nights later, when I’m summoned to her bedroom, I’m surprised to see Hadria up and about despite the sling—and the bandages. She’s always been a force of nature, but seeing her on her feet so soon after nearly dying sends a mixture of relief and exasperation through me.
“How’s that little scrape doing?” I ask.
Hadria grins. “It’ll leave a wicked scar.”
“You should be resting.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” she scoffs, waving off my concern with her good hand—her shooting hand. Small mercies.
But her cavalier response hits a nerve. “You came too damn close this time, Hades. It was alright for you; you were unconscious through most of it. It was the rest of us who had to deal with the trauma. And you should’ve known better than to put yourself in the line of fire,” I add for good measure. “I don’t need you playing martyr for me.”
Hadria’s grin fades, replaced by a rare moment of vulnerability. “It was too close,” she admits. “And I hate that Aurora had to see me like that. But I won’t apologize for what I did, Wolf. It was instinct, jumping in like that. And it reminded me what the Syndicate really is—a family. Families sacrifice for each other. Or at least, the good ones do.”
We’ve been through hell and back together, the two of us. From the streets to the top of Chicago’s underworld. And she’s right, we’re family. Dysfunctional as fuck sometimes, but family all the same. “Look, of course I’m grateful,” I tell her. “I owe you my life. So—thanks.”
She rolls her eyes. “No need for hysterics. But Lyssa…I wish you’d told me earlier about Scarlett. I didn’t realize how strongly you felt.”
I let out a chuckle. “Neither did I, to be honest. But now that I do…” I trail off, struggling to put it into words. “I can’t see anything else but her. If this is even half of what you feel for Aurora, I get it now. I understand why you’ve done what you’ve done these past few months.”
