Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
He kept moving, building the heat between them, that slow, easy build that was anything but easy. The fire began to roar. Became a storm of emotion. Her body clamped down on his without warning, a scorching-hot grip, a blaze of fire so hot his cock jerked and pulsed, erupting in a wild storm of white-hot ropes of semen, a volcano there was no stopping.
Flambé’s body seemed to have one continuous orgasm in response, so that even when he collapsed over the top of her, careful to keep his weight to one side to keep from crushing her, every movement sent powerful ripples through her. Her arms crept around his neck and she buried her face against his chest, hiding her expression.
“I want us to try together, Flambé,” he whispered in her ear. “I know it’s scary to you. Neither of us has ever done this, but let’s try.” He waited, closing his eyes. Hoping. Hearing his own heartbeat. Feeling her body rippling with such magic around his. “We’re good together. I know we are. Let’s try, baby.”
She was very quiet for a long time. Her head nod was barely there. He felt it and his heart turned inside out. It wasn’t much, but he’d take it. She always felt so elusive to him, like she had one foot out the door. At least it was somewhere to start.
13
SEVASTYAN didn’t think his mood could get much fouler. If Mitya didn’t fucking start cooperating with him, he was going to take out a gun and shoot him himself. How could the entire world spin out of control overnight? He’d been gone one damn day. You’d think he’d taken a month off, not one single day, but Mitya was acting as if he’d deserted him.
“Get your head out of your ass, Mitya. How can I be responsible for what Ania decided to do while I was gone? She’s your wife. You’re the one who is supposed to handle her, not me. As for Rolan disappearing, he had to have help. He had to have known we had eyes on him. Someone ratted us out. Unless you think that’s me, stop yelling at me and let me think.”
“Maybe if you’d been here instead of fucking that woman every five seconds, none of this would have happened. We wouldn’t have been short of bodyguards if she hadn’t run sniveling to you that someone hurt her feelings, and Ania wouldn’t have gotten hurt . . .”
“Damn it, Mitya, that’s bullshit and you know it. Ania takes chances. That isn’t my fault or Flambé’s fault. Miron and Rodion overheard our conversation and had no fucking right to repeat anything we said. None. They know better.”
Sevastyan pressed his hand to his pounding head. Mitya was insane over Ania. He knew that. Ania had gotten it into her head to climb to the top of the loft when no one was around. She’d been in the garage working on her engine and just got frustrated. Instead of utilizing the skills of her leopard, she tried climbing the human way, missed a step and fell. She broke her wrist. Of course Mitya was going to lose his mind, but blaming Sevastyan—or worse, blaming Flambé—was ridiculous. To make matters worse, they’d lost eyes on Rolan. That meant Sevastyan was going to have to lock everyone down tight. He’d be everyone’s enemy.
“Whoa. Miron and Rodion overheard what conversation? What did they repeat?” Mitya’s voice was suddenly low. Menacing. “Something that had to do with Flambé?”
Sevastyan turned to face him. To glare at him. “Suffice it to say it wasn’t very nice. I can’t go into this with you right now. I have things to straighten out.”
He paced across the room again, Shturm raking at him cruelly. His leopard had never been so on edge. He couldn’t calm the cat. He was meaner, more ferocious and tenser than he’d ever been, ready to rip anyone apart at the least provocation. This wasn’t the time for Mitya—or anyone else—to defy or cross him.
Mitya seemed to be having equally as hard a time. Ordinarily, Sevastyan would be feeling just as upset over Ania’s broken wrist. Maybe that was partially the reason for his own furious temper. Why hadn’t anyone taken more care with her?
“No one should be repeating our personal conversations about our women, Sevastyan,” Mitya said, his tone indicating that he might just add his own retribution to Sevastyan’s.
“Hence the beating,” Sevastyan pointed out.
He forced air through his lungs, letting the positive sift through his brain rapidly. He had two teams of shifters already available to him. Drake Donovan had been very fast to answer his call for help. Gorya and Timur had listened to him. Without hesitation, they had managed to get Fyodor, Evangeline, the twins and Ashe out of harm’s way. They were supposedly vacationing in an undisclosed area. Knowing Timur, wherever they were, no matter how fun, they were locked down tight and very safe. Gorya had elected to stay and help protect Mitya, Ania and Sevastyan.