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Ah hell, why couldn’t they just keep their mouths shut?

Dax was on him faster than he could blink, pulling the agent's gun from his holster and shoving it under his chin. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“Nothing, ma’am, nothing at all,” he answered, eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his head.

“Learn how to keep your fucking mouth closed, and you might live to see if you get the chance to reproduce,” Dax snarled as she pulled the front of the agent's pants forward and shoved the gun there instead of the holster. “Let’s keep that there until you can learn to respect women and their sexuality, okay?”

The agent bobbed his head up and down, turning a little green around the edges. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and turned her back to the house. “I’m sure they’ve all learned their lesson. Let's get you inside before someone actually gets stabbed or shot.”

“She wouldn’t dare. We’re FBI agents. She would get put in jail in a heartbeat,” another agent blustered.

“For fuck’s sake, can you just let me keep you all alive and get her into the house?” I muttered as my loba slipped out of my grasp. “Void,” I bellowed. “I need backup.”

Out of anyone who could get her to retract her claws the fastest, it was the other bloodthirsty member of our odd family. Seconds later, the front door was tossed open, and the devil incarnate flew down the steps and scooped our woman up, tossed her over his shoulder, and marched back the way he’d come without saying a word. Dax, on the other hand, had quite a few things to say.

“Put me down, Void,” she ordered. “That idiot has no idea who he’s messing with. They think they can come onto my turf and start shit?” She raged until the front door cut off her words.

I looked at the man who she’d attempted to go after, and he didn’t look as confident as he once had. Meandering over to him, I put my hands behind my back and leaned in to tell him a secret. “You really should thank me for saving your life. One thing I can promise you is never call her bluff or any woman for that matter. You. Will. Lose.” With a wink just to throw him off, I spun on my heels and headed back into the house.

Fucking her senseless had only taken the edge off her temper. What she needed was sleep, but that was going to be harder than it sounded to make happen. She’d been running on fumes for two days now, but with Eagle in the hospital and the FBI running around, convincing her to pass out for a few hours was never going to happen. Best we get shit settled so we can cuddle our woman into submission and all of us can get some rest.

Chapter three

Dax

Void dumped me on Eagle’s bed and started to unwrap the towel from my body. He peeled off my shirt, ripped the last of my underwear off, and started to dry me. When he got to my legs, he looked up at me with hunger in his eyes, knowing whose cum was still leaking out of me.

“Even he couldn’t fuck the temper out of you, I see,” Void mused. “Are you still hungry? You’ve hardly eaten all day.”

“Are you treating me like a toddler trying to find out what I need so I stop crying?” I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

Void eyed me wearily before he nodded. “You’ve killed, had sex, had some food, and I know you won’t sleep, so I was trying to see what other options there were.”

“God, I fucking love you,” I blurted as I grabbed his face and yanked him down to kiss me.

While Void was one scary motherfucker, the beast who lived inside him purred for me. He was right when he called us soul mates because I don’t think there was another person on this earth who could possibly be as perfect as he was. If I were being honest, I would say that about all of them. None of them were perfect, but together, they filled in where another lacked, and it took all seven of them to keep my insane ass alive.

Void’s large hands wrapped around my ribs, holding me still as we devoured each other. Sure, we’d already had sex on the battlefield earlier today, but I’m not sure I’d ever get enough of these men. Eventually, he pulled back with a quick sweet kiss on my lips before he resumed drying me off and cleaning up the mess Cognac left behind. No one could ever argue these men weren’t secure in themselves when one was cleaning up another man’s cum from between my legs.

“Ice cream,” he announced.

“What?” I asked, not following his train of thought.

“You need ice cream and cuddles.”

His suggestion had me perking up. “Does Eagle allow ice cream in this house? I know how he feels about junk food and things that aren’t made from scratch.”

Void gave me a toothy grin. “Our beloved president has a large soft spot for frozen milk flavored with pecans.”

“Of course, he would like the grandpa flavor,” I muttered. “Got something else to offer?”

“My personal favorite would be death by chocolate, and I know for a fact there is a tub of it in the freezer,” he shared.

“Yup, you are absolutely getting a blow job later,” I assured him as I rolled off the bed and grabbed a pair of Eagle’s boxers.

If they were going to keep ripping my underwear, then I was going to start wearing theirs instead. Slipping one of his T-shirts on, I was comforted by the smell of him still attached to it. It was then I realized part of my agitation was the fact that he wasn’t here with us and that I had to leave him behind in Vegas.

“Can I have your cell to call Eagle?” I asked.