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Wendy knew exactly what she was doing, sending this woman to me.
Father always said my conscience was my greatest weakness, but Wendy always knew me far better. It isn’t my conscience at all. It’s the heart that beats in my chest. It’s the regret I always felt squarely under my ribs when I hurt anyone, even if it was justified in my head or on paper.
No one would ever believe it—The Beast with a heart.
But it beats a rapid tattoo now for the woman in front of me.
I approach her slowly, each step widening her eyes slightly as she watches me in anticipation, and when I finally reach her, I kneel down and spread her thighs open, allowing myself to slip in closer.
Her hooded green eyes assess me as I grip the waistband of her pants. “What are you doing? You just—”
I raise a brow, silencing her objections. “Came inside you?”
She pulls her lip between her teeth and nods, a pink flush spreading across the tops of her breasts, up her neck, and over her cheeks.
I smirk at her as I tug on the material, urging her to lift her hips and let me slide it down. She complies, and I pull off her shoes and strip her bare before leaning forward so I can kiss her softly, not the harsh, frantic kisses of earlier.
“I want to know what we taste like together.”
Saying the words is enough to make my already hard cock ache to be inside her again, and she moans gently against my lips and shifts, her thighs squeezing the outside of mine. Apparently, she’s just as affected by them as I am.
I chuckle and slip back, dipping my head to the apex of her thighs and gliding my tongue along the inside damp, cool skin.
Her whole body trembles, her fingers digging into the leather of the chair, making it creak. “Oh, fuck…”
Head dropped back, she twists and contorts in my hold, and I have barely even touched her. I run my hands from her knees up her inner thighs and spread her wider so I can see her release and mine glistening in the firelight.
“Do you know how beautiful you are like this, with my come dripping out of you?”
“Jesus…” Her voice comes breathy and wavers, like she’s struggling to speak. “Don’t say things like that to me, Weston.”
I raise a brow and wait, and she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
“Why not?”
Her eyes gleam, reflecting the flames behind me. “Because it makes it impossible for me to think.”
A grin tugs at my lips. “And why is that a bad thing, Beauty?”
She shakes her head, threading her fingers through my wet hair. “It isn’t, but—”
“No buts.”
We don’t have time for buts.
I drop my head and bury my face in her cunt, shoving my tongue into her before she can talk herself out of just relaxing and letting me work her over.
Every single time we’re together, Callista manages to say or do something that completely unravels me and continues to twist up everything I thought I knew about myself.
And as I taste us together, I’m absolutely convinced that this night will end with me buried between her legs again and Wendy just fucking buried.
Chapter Twenty-One
WESTON
When they finally come just after 1 AM, it’s precisely as I predicted it. They infiltrate the mountain in the dark, traveling up the portions with the easiest ascent, moving stealthily under the cover of night through the trees.
Even with the benefit of having information from Wendy on how best to make their approach, it still takes them hours—time I’ve spent sitting in front of the fire with a drink, watching it all unfold on my phone screen, which displays the audio and video feeds of each camera we placed.
