Page 39 of Mated into the Mob


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“I was just adding up your good points.”

His head drooped, and he sighed. “We can’t do this unless you’re certain.” He moved away, and I missed him already. His scent, that damned snake tat, and his scruff. My heart constricted, and I grimaced. Was this how a person responded to true love? I thought of my dad and how he lost my father, though he found love again with my stepdad.

I longed to be with Flint, and maybe it was the whiff of danger that I was responding to. My head told me to be wary, but my heart said jump in. He was my… something. It didn’t have a name. Mate? No, I couldn’t get my head around that. But no matter where he was or what he was doing, nothing would change how I felt about him, even if we couldn’t be together.

I leaped off the stool and flung myself at him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his torso. I clung to him, wanting to stay pressed against him and never letting him go.

“Tony, don’t?—”

I cut him off with my lips on his. Gods, I’d imagined kissing him, but it didn’t measure up to reality. My body melded with his as I captured his bottom lip and nibbled. He moaned, and my tongue slipped between his lips. I was inside him as I hoped he’d be inside me. Soon. In the next five minutes.

Flint grunted into my mouth, his tongue dueling with mine, his breath and saliva mingling with my own as I pulled out and gazed at him. Saliva coated his lips, and his eyes were almost bloodshot. Maybe that was what passion looked like. I’d never experienced it before. Not like this.

“Are you sure?”

I put a finger to his lips and ground against his cock. “Take me to bed.”

“You tired?”

I snorted and rested my head on his shoulder. “No, I need that cock inside me.”

But I wondered if he wastoobig?

Was that possible?

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FLINT

Ibounded up the stairs two at a time, Tony’s unique scent filling my nostrils as I hugged him close.

His mouth was on my throat, nibbling, licking, and finally biting, his human teeth not even grazing my skin. I shivered. As a shifter, I was used to pain, but this delicious tingling snaking over me threatened to be my undoing.

“I like the way you smell.” He put his nose at the base of my throat and inhaled. “It’s not cologne, is it?”

“It’s all me.” I managed to get the words out as heated blood surged into my veins and my dick, swelling it further. My length was so hard, I longed to shove it in his hole. But I told myself I had to go slow. This wasn’t a wham, bam, thank you, but I’ll never see you again. This was my mate, and if today was the only time we had sex, it had to be memorable for Tony. My needs were secondary.

I lay him gently on the bed, wanting to tear off his clothes, but I slid my robe and briefs off so once again my rigid cock was aimed at him.

He raised one brow and got up on his elbows, my ego inflating as he eyed my length. “Are you going to put that inme?” He licked around his mouth while his voice trembled, but unlike when I’d kidnapped him, I was pretty sure it was lust, not bravado.

“I am, as long as it’s okay with you.” I needed his permission every step of the way. Any miscommunication might ruin this for him.

He nodded and tore off his shirt. His peaked nipples were asking to be licked and suckled.

“Can I do that? Please.”

He smirked. “Go ahead, but I have to warn you I’m so wet. Slick is streaming from my hole.”

I folded my arms and angled my cock so it was still pointed at him, enjoying his reaction as he stared at it. “Don’t believe you.”

One brow shot up as he lifted himself up and shoved a hand in his pants. Damn, that should have been me, gliding, stroking, fondling, and finger-fucking.

He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers, drenched in slippery, sticky slick. It leaked over his palm and dribbled down his arm. I needed a taste. Tony gave me a come-hither look and crooked his finger. I crawled onto the bed, reminding myself not to make any sudden movements that might unnerve him. He had just seen my wolf, after all.

Thrusting out my tongue, I captured the droplets of slick on his forearm and lapped them, the musky taste flooding my mouth. My heart sped up as I greedily licked and sucked, making my way from his wrist to his fingertips.

Smacking my lips, I pulled away. His mouth was half open, his breathing harsh as his chest heaved. “That was one of the hottest things ever. Are you going to eat me?”

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