She eyed me.
“You deserve a reward. I know my family is a lot.” I took the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.
While she wasn’t wearing the incredibly sexy underwear she wore while being an assassin, she wasn’t wearing the sensible sporty kind either. Black lace and satin. Understated and beautiful.
“I was hoping you would make it up to me with a massage or perhaps some hang gliding off of a really tall building.” Her voice was teasing, but I got lust through the bond.
“Can we do that in New York City? Sounds fun. All I really had planned was fucking, though.” I kissed her. “What do you need, Mi Cielo?”
“Fuck me against the wall,” she commanded as she unhooked her bra.
“It would be my pleasure.” I pulled off her panties and put my hand in the center of her chest and walked her towards the wall. “I don’t mind, but why do you like it so much?”
Her brandy scent was thick with sweet arousal and some kind of undertone I couldn’t quite identify. She froze.
“You don’t have to tell me.” I kissed her again, flooding the bond with love. I took off my shoes and pants and grabbed my cock.
“Is this what you want? Some nice alpha dick?” I added in a low voice.
“Just fuck me.” She pressed her mouth to mine.
My knot was fully inflated, cock hard. As I slid inside her, her pussy fluttered in that delicious way I’d only experienced with her. Her weight shifted as she did that little thing where she hopped up and wrapped her muscular legs around me.
“I love the way your legs feel around me while I’m inside of you,” I whispered, hoping that wasn’t too cheesy.
“It helps me make sure you get all the right spots.” She kissed me again, both angrily and anxiously.
Continuing to kiss, I thrust into her over and over, letting my love and adoration for her flow through the bond. One of my hands played with her clit. She made a little gasp as I brought her closer to her peak.
I nuzzled her neck the way she liked, then nipped very gently where I bonded her. It had healed up nice and silvery.
She came, her pussy fluttering hard and tight in a way that made me come.
“Shit,” I whispered. I pinched my knot, trying to deflate it a little.
“Mmmm, that was just what I needed.” She hummed happily.
“You know there’s this piercing lady alphas sometimes get to take knots easier. If it works for deltas, and is something you want to do, we can go do that.” I gave her a wink as my forehead rested against her.
“That sounds like a lot of healing time.” She put her legs down and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’ve got you.” I held her tight.
“I know.” She looked up at me. “You know why I like this? Because I spend my life looking over my shoulder and watching out for people. I always have my back to the wall, because that’s one less thing I need to worry about. And if you’re at my front? I know I’m safe.”
I sucked in a breath. “You feel safe with me, Mo Shíorghra?”
“Oddly enough, I do,” she admitted.
“You’re safe with me,” I assured. And I would do everything in my power to make sure I could always keep that promise.
Chapter Forty-Two
Saoirse
Music wrapped around me as did the scents and sounds of Dimitri’s party. It was getting close to midnight and most everyone was a few drinks in. I leaned against the wall of the living room, nursing a beer.
That friend of Carlos’, Clark, took a selfie, Carlos photo-bombing it. The two of them said something to each other and laughed.