Page 49 of The Packaged Deal
“Lukas looked at the security for the places nearby. We have him leaving the area. He was alone. His pack, if there is one, isn’t with him,” Darion speaks in a low growl.
I sit in silence, absorbing that information. “He’s going to come back for her. He already has twice now.”
“You’re going to stay there? Will it be easier if I give you an order to remain with the victim?”
I stiffen. “Appreciated but not needed. I can take care of the omega.”
“All right, Sven. But if things get dangerous or you need help, you will call us, and we’ll bring the full force of our company down on his head.”
“Thank you.”
“Of course, you are family.”
I growl, and Darion laughs. This teasing game he plays never stops amusing him.
“Get over it, soldier boy. You’re one of us now, and Missy says I have to take care of you, especially since you saved all our asses.”
“You would have done the same,” I insist.
“I know. But I didn’t expect anyone outside my pack to because I didn’t see anyone else as part of my family. I was wrong. Your call to ignore our safeguard saved not just our lives but put those criminals in prison to rot where they belong. You saved Missy from a fate worse than death, what they would have done to her. Why did you decide to do that?”
Darion’s asked me this question a million times since the Gala occurred. I never give him my real reason. If I give up that much knowledge, then he’d learn there’s more to me than I’m allowing people to see, and he might start digging. My boss is smart, intuitive, and determined when it comes to puzzles.
The reason I did it was simple. I did it to protect them. I didn’t want to see Missy, Lukas, Seb, or Darion hurt. So, I quickly sent off everything to the cops and overrode it all, ensuring that I and a team I’d already had organised, just in case, could save them.
I remember that poor woman in the hospital bed. Kandi. I can’t even see her like that in my mind without feeling sick over it. I hadn’t realised how much she’d meant to me until she lay there broken, unconscious. My attempts to stay away from her had failed, overridden by the need to protect her. I needed to take care of her, make sure she was safe and healing. She’d worked her way into my heart, right there next to Addy.
I didn’t feel like I was betraying Adrian when our romance unfolded. It just happened. Adrian and I were impossible; if we’d given in to our feelings, he would have destroyed the walls I’d erected. Kandi allowed me to keep them.
“It just seemed like the right thing to do at the time,” I say.
A shadow moves away from the wall, and I watch as Addy approaches me. Darion continues to talk, but I’m not paying him any attention.
In the dark, I can only get a soft shape of the man I’m yearning for. His strong jaw catches the light. My chest tightens like there’s a band wrapped tight around it.
“I have to go, Darion. I’ll ring you tomorrow.”
I let my hand with my phone drop just as Addy slides up behind me, his arms encircle my waist from behind. I inhale and drown in the scent of him. All I can feel is his hard chest pressed against my back.
He dips his face down and buries it in my neck, and I find myself tilting my head back to rest it on his shoulder.
“Addy,” I moan his name.
“It’s just a dream,” Addy whispers. His tongue flicks out, streaking across the skin on my neck. His fingers move lower and up under my shirt. I hold my breath until he hits my skin, but the feel of his cool fingers makes my breath explode out of me in a whoosh. It feels so good.
He moans again and puts his mouth over the spot he licked and sucks. His fingers splay out on my abs and press me back into him. I reach up and hold his head to my neck, and then, because I’m dying in this moment, I thrust my hips back, rolling them against his thick cock.
He’s hard. He’s hard for me. My mouth waters, and my own erect cock jumps. I want to turn, but I dare not move. I can’t have him stop. This has been coming for too long.
He lifts his mouth from my skin and kisses my ear. I shudder, but his palm slides down in a slow crawl of intent. I focus on it, on the feel, on where it’s going. His fingers snag on the waistband of my jeans, and then continue on.
Is this really happening? His raspy breathing is so loud in my ears. The first touch of him grazing my cock has me moaning. He stalls, and then fully cups the hard length of me through my jeans.
“Addy,” I plead. I thrust helplessly against his hold.
He snarls, and the sudden change startles me, but before I can react, I’m spun around and shoved back against a wall. He slams our mouths together.
I slide my fingers through his hair, fighting him, fighting to control him. He kisses me harder, spearing his tongue into my mouth until my grip softens slightly.