Page 46 of Fallen Dane

Dane is there immediately. He takes the knife from my hand and sets it aside. Then he pulls me against him, not caring about the blood covering my hands and arms.

“You did so well, kitten.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

I look up at him. “I need you.”

“Good.” His hand tightens in my hair. “Because you already have me.”

“Well.” Fox pushes off the wall. “Surely you don’t expect us to watch this part.”

Tate grins. “Our family isn’t that fucked up.”

Dane’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and reads the screen. His mouth curves slightly.

“The Council just sent the authorization.” He shows me the message. “Victor Ashworth is officially a Talon target. I have the execution order.”

“Tate will handle it? Or one of the Talons?” I ask.

“Tate will oversee this one.” Dane pockets his phone and looks at his sons. “Clean this up. I want every trace of Harrison Lockwood gone by morning. Dump him where no one will find him.”

Fox nods. “We’ll take care of it. And then we’re going out, right, brothers?”

Thorne nudges Tate. “We’ll get Fox drunk and see who has him glued to his fucking phone.”

Dane ignores whatever is going on with his sons. “And make sure there’s nothing that ties back to us.”

“Done.” Tate crosses his arms and looks at me. “Welcome to the family, Whitney. You’re officially one of us now.”

Thorne is already moving, grabbing supplies from the corner. He pauses and focuses on me. “You should kill people more often. Dad’s never been this chill.”

“Maybe if you all would ever stop running your goddamn mouths.” Dane’s tone indicates he doesn’t mind all that much. His hand tightens on my waist. “Good work tonight, boys.”

Fox pats him on the back. “Anytime, Dad.”

Dane grabs my hand and pulls me toward the door.

We step outside into the cool night air. The SUV is parked fifty feet away, hidden in the shadows.

Dane doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk. When we reach the vehicle, he opens the back door and lifts me inside.

“Get in.” His voice is rough with need. “That pussy is mine.”

I climb onto the back seat. Dane follows, closing the door behind him. The interior has almost no light because of the deep-tinted windows, except for the faint glow from the dashboard.

He grabs my jeans and yanks them down my legs along with my panties. Harrison’s blood is still on my hands and shirt.

“You’re incredible.” Dane spreads my thighs and settles between them. “I need to know how good your pussy tastes after a kill.”

He lowers his mouth to my pussy and licks through my slit with one long stroke.

I gasp and grip his hair. “Dane—”

“You’re soaking wet.” He circles my clit with his tongue. “Did killing him make you this wet, kitten? Or is it knowing that I watched you do it?”

“Both.” I rock my hips against his face. “I wanted you to see what I’m capable of. I wanted you to know that I am Mrs. Sinclair.”

He groans against my pussy. The vibration makes me moan and push against him.

“That’s fucking right.” He pushes two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”