Holy shit.
“I need to taste you again. On my fingers. On my tongue. I need to hear you whisper my name when I’m inside you. Then I want you screaming it as I make you come and come.
“I…I…” Desperately she tried to get out the words to tell him to stop. To back off. To go to hell. She couldn’t. Not with those big fingers of his stroking her just right.
He leaned in and kissed her forehead. A sweet, innocent kiss. Heartless bastard!
Why was he doing this to her?
“Yager…”
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered against her ear as his fingers circled her clit.
“I wanna feel you come.”
He kissed her, his mouth hard against hers, which was good. Because she came all right. Came all over his vibrating hand.
In fact, his mouth on hers was the only thing that stopped her from betraying their little full-‐body corner clutch to the entire party.
Finally, after she sagged against him, he pulled his mouth away and slid his hands out from between her thighs.
“God, you’re amazing, Neecy.”
She didn’t know why, but she found that statement funny. She chuckled as she leaned into his big body, letting him hold her up. “Thanks, Yager.”
“What’s so funny?”
“I have no idea…and are you sucking your fingers?”
She looked up to find Yager with two of his fingers in his mouth. He shrugged.
“Can’t help myself.” He grinned. “You taste so good.”
Neecy laughed harder. Only I would get mixed up with a geeky alpha male.
He kissed her cheek. “Come home with me tonight.”
She finally pulled away from Yager. “I don’t know.”
“At least think about it.”
Think about it? The man gave her a rocking orgasm in the middle of some crappy Valkyrie party, what else exactly would she be thinking about?
“That I can do.”
His grin was huge and infectious. “Good.”
“Now, go away.”
“How easily I’m dismissed. I feel like a gigolo.”
“You wish.”
“Yeah, I do.” From behind, Yager grabbed her around the waist, giving her a hug and quick kiss on the neck. “Later, baby.”
“Yeah. Later.” Taking a deep, shaky breath, Neecy turned to face Yager and instead found him gone.
“How the fuck does he do that?”
“Ow, Neecy!” Spinning back around, Neecy found Arri behind her, shielding her eyes.
“What?”
“Could you be any pinker?”
Neecy didn’t get pink. Red, maybe. But she was too brown for pink anything.
Then she realized Arri was in no way talking about her skin color.
Damn aura reading, Underoo-‐wearing Crow! “Oh, shut the hell up!”
Delia crouched down in front of the man, his weapon in her hands. “Nice gun.”
He turned his face away, but she grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.
They’d secured him to a chair in the back of an auto body shop, using one of Delia’s handcuffs from her collection.
“There’s a lot of ways this can go.” Her grip tightened on his face and he cringed in reaction. “But in the end, you’ll give me what I want.”
They’d used one of the smaller Crows as a lure. That always worked with men.
So gullible. So freakin’ stupid. If she didn’t like cock and a big muscular ass so much, she’d totally go gay. Or at least make the effort. But, like her mother and her mother’s mother, she was cursed to love dick.
“Is this going to take long? I’m so hungry.”
“Can you not wait five minutes, Sherri?”
“Not when I’m hungry.”
Delia rolled her eyes. “Anyone got a protein bar for Ms. Impatient here?”
“I do,” one of her teammates offered.
Delia turned back to her prey. “Where were we? Oh, yeah. You were going to tell me everything you know or…” Delia glanced down at the other Hunters at her feet. Her girls hadn’t left much of them, but what remained…damn impactful. And once she was done with this one, she’d open a mystical doorway and shove their remains through it.
Removing the blade from the sheath strapped to her calf, she pushed the point against his Adam’s apple.
“Talk now…or feel pain for hours.”
The Hunter stared at her for a long moment, closed his eyes, and dropped as far forward as his bonds allowed. It wasn’t far, but it was enough to impale himself on the blade.
Delia blinked, the Hunter’s blood dripping down across her hand. “Well this can’t be good.”
Sherri squatted down beside her, half the protein bar already gone. “Aw, man. I hate zealots.”
Yager stared up at the ceiling. This was it. He wasn’t coming to these stupid things anymore. He couldn’t be more bored if they trapped him alone in a room without a TV and no furniture.
There was only one redeeming value to this seriously sucking event…
His eyes slid over to look at Neecy. She sat at the table with all the other Crows.
Originally, their table was near the kitchen. A typical Cassie move. But she should have known better. Didi saw that shit exactly for what it was and took her Gathering over to a table filled with California Valkyries.
“Move…or we break out the talons.” And they did move, because few were stupid enough to fight with the Crows.
He was very glad they moved, too. He had a nice clear view of Neecy from the dais he grudgingly sat at.
Yager always knew he could fall in love with Neecy Lawrence. He just didn’t realize he’d already fallen in love with her. Head over heels, can’t imagine his life without her, no one else will ever do, in love with her.
Of course, she kept fighting him. That’s what Neecy did with anyone not a Crow who tried to get too close. Not surprising really. She’d been through a lot. All the Crows had in one way or another. That’s what he found so amazing about all of them. They all found such joy in the lives they had now and he admired that.
But Neecy…Neecy amazed him the most. She was everything he’d ever wanted.
Now he had to figure out how to get her. Not just sex either. He wanted to come home at night and find her there. He wanted to check in with her before he committed to any weekend offers because she may have already planned something for them. He wanted to get pissed because all her girly shit was overtaking his apartment.
That’s what he wanted, and it had been a long time since he hadn’t gotten what he wanted.
Staring at Neecy, he found himself thinking about her naked.
Naked and wet and all over him.
“If you stare at her any harder…”
Yager smiled and turned to the older woman next to him. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Morgan laughed. An Old School Valkyrie, the fifty-‐four year old woman practically raised Yager and his generation of Ravens. She taught them everything important. How to throw a good punch, how to set things on fire discreetly, and how to pick up girls.
And Morgan had made him well aware of how much the current Valkyrie situation galled her.
The Valkyries Yager was raised with were mighty in their fierceness. Their sexiness came out of their outright viciousness and Viking-‐like philosophies.
Like the Original Seven, the Valkyries he knew and loved did not play games, try and act cute, or take anyone’s crap. Especially Odin’s.
“Gorgeous, isn’t she?”
“Has someone stolen my little Will’s heart?”
“Like a thief in the night.”
“Well, all I have to say is, thank the gods it’s a Crow. If it were one of these wanna-‐be Valkyrie bitches, I’d be beyond pissed.”
The beauty of Morgan…she never really said anything quietly. Typical Jersey Shore female, although she and her family now lived near his Long Island home. Yager didn’t have to look to know every young Valkyrie eye on the dais was glowering at Morgan. And Morgan knew it, too—she simply didn’t care.