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I nibble harder on his sensitive skin, and he melts.
I trace the knife in circles, lower and lower toward his balls, which draw up as he is rushed toward intense pleasure.
Then I lick over Phantom’s scarred bond bite.
Joker yells and bucks, shuddering with the pleasure from the bond bite.
“Do you want me to bond you, Jokes?” I check in a final time. “Because I want you, all of you, forwhoyou are. Omega, Beta, or Rogue. It doesn’t matter to me. I simply wantyou.”
Joker’s hazy gaze clears, as he drops his hands to my shoulders. “Please...”
Joy rushes through me, as I sink my teeth into Joker’s collar bone beneath Phantom’s scarred bite, claiming Joker as my bonded Beta.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Hunter Cabin, Blue Valley Woods
My muscles are coiled ready for action, while outwardly I look cool like I always do before any mission.
Inside, I am vibrating with exhilaration.
Tonight, we kill the Alphaholes who hurt the Hunters and have been trying to shoot Bird and me.
Who am I kidding?
My blood is singing with the chance to kill the Krakens.
It has been too long since I bared my fangs.
The cabin groans under the weight of the howling snowstorm. The wind claws against the wooden boards, rattling the shutters. The night sky outside the window is a white void
The Blue Valley Woods have been hit with a storm that has snowed us in. It should have made the mountain impenetrable.
Should have.
Yet Joker has made it clear that the Krakens will see this as an opportunity.
To them, we’ll appear like trapped animals.
But this is our magic trick.
An illusion.
We look vulnerable because we are snowed in.
We look vulnerable because we are the prey, while truly being the predators waiting with our bloody jaws open for the Krakens to walk into them.
I sit on the thin rug in front of the fire, which roars and crackles. It throws shadows across the small, bare lounge, which is positioned behind the kitchen. A single wooden chair hunkers to one side of the hearth.
Bird and I sprawl together on the rug. We are both dressed in warm brown sweaters and casual joggers. If we are fighting tonight, then we need space in our clothes, rather than to be constricted.
The courting daggers, which Phantom gifted to us, are cleverly fixed by Joker at our waists by hidden belt sheaths.
Phantom takes up the chair with his giant bulk like it’s a throne.
He is a king readying to start a war. A pistol rests on his lap like it’s his scepter.
He is dressed in black jeans, a white shirt, and his floor-length leather jacket.
