Page 40 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
I kiss and lick and suck on Weston's sweaty skin as an outlet for all that pleasure, my own climax sneaking up on me and taking over before Colt can even finish. My body feels like it's melting from the rush of hormones, happy-go-lucky pheromones flooding my brain as I collapse and Colt comes right after, grunting as he blows his load and then pulls away, collapsing onto the bed behind me.
"First time you've ever done that, Tzarina?" he asks after a few moments, right as I'm standing up and snatching my robes from the floor. I'm not quite sure what to say to him—he's right, by the way—but I'm in need of a shower and a moment to myself. Weston looks better—much, much better—so I feel like I can have a moment to think.
“I …” I start, but then I’m fleeing the room, and I don’t know why.
There’s something inside of me that aches, something beyond the physical. I want what these guys have, their teamwork and friendship and camaraderie.
I want to belong.
I want to be their new Portia.Chapter 12NATALIAThe next morning, I'm woken up way too goddamn early by Hawke. He's standing over my bed dressed all in black and looking like a total badass. As soon as I see him, I wish I were naked under the covers, so I could invite him to climb in with me.
Christ, Natalia, is it any surprise why you thought you might benefit from becoming a nun? I know I have problems, so sue me.
"What's going on?" I ask as Hawke chucks a stack of clothes onto the end of my bed.
"Get dressed, get up, and I'll meet you downstairs." He turns and stalks away as my mouth gapes open, and I pick through the items he left me.
New black sports bra—surprisingly one that looks like it might fit—plus a pair of black cotton panties, black sweats, and a black tank top. Underneath it all, there's a thick pair of socks and some black combat boots.
Uh-oh.
I get the feeling I'm going to get my ass kicked today.
Standing up, I take the clothes with me and sneak into the bathroom across the hall. After a quick shower, I pull my still wet hair up into a ponytail and descend into the kitchen area fully dressed and feeling kind of cool. Like Lara Croft or some shit. Although I'd prefer to have skintight shorts like her instead of these baggy sweats.
Arsen is cooking which is just weird now that I know him a little better. Doesn't seem right that a man that fucked-up can make such beautiful scents in the tiny kitchen. Looks like we're having sausage, hash browns, and eggs.
Hot damn.
I sit down at the table and smile when Mace supplies me with both a cup of orange juice with a single ice cube, and a steaming mug of black coffee.
"Thanks, Macey," I whisper, but it's not quiet enough. Arsen snorts a laugh and shakes his head as he continues cooking.
"Welcome," Mace replies with a gruff voice, taking the seat beside me. "We might need to come up with a new nickname though."
A teasing grin curls my lips. "Why? I like 'Macey', it's cute."
"It makes me sound like a department store," he grumbles, and I laugh abruptly, choking on the sip of juice I'd just taken.
When I stop coughing, I wipe tears from my eyes and grin at the huge man. He's frowning at me in concern, and my heart contracts. He's such a nice guy … I definitely need his dick in me soon. I bet it's massive, too. Jesus, I’m fucked-up.
"Alright, I'll come up with something else," I concede, just as Arsen sets a loaded plate down on the table in front of me. "Uh, is this … for everyone?" I ask him, eyeing up the mountain of food with suspicion.
"No." He frowns down at me, still wielding a spatula in one hand. Now that he's facing me, I can see he’s wearing an apron with kittens all over it. "It's for you. Eat it all, you'll need your strength for training with Hawke today."
Arsen stands there awkwardly for a moment, then hesitantly leans down and kisses me on the forehead. What in the actual fuck?!
He seems confused by his own actions, wrinkling his nose and spinning back to the stove to continue plating up breakfast, so I give Mace a bewildered look. Mace, though, looks just as confused as I feel and simply shakes his head at me. The message is clear: just let it go. Don't provoke the crazy man.
Shaking the odd moment off, I take a forkful of food and chew it before speaking again. "Where is Hawke, anyway? He told me to meet him downstairs?"
"Setting up a training space," Mace replies, jerking his head in the direction of the church. "He'll be expecting you in there soon, so you'd better eat quick."
