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“Question,” she sighed. “You can’t see shit right now, can you?”
She surprised a chuckle out of me, and I shifted my hips, more than happy to get acquainted with my new home inside of her. “Pretty much.”
Ramona sighed again and pet the back of my head, eliciting a rolling purr from me. “And I’m the idiot that let you fuck me forty feet in the air.”
“Cause you trust me. And like my dick.”
She hummed but didn’t deny it. “So, how are we getting back down? And back to Tyler’s without everyone noticing.”
My eyesight was truly shit, but my hearing was more than razor sharp. I paused for a second and caught the drunken laughter coming from the direction of Tyler’s pool area. Jesshalf-heartedly asked where we’d gone but got interrupted by Brody who called for another round of shots.
“We go back down the way we came. All you gotta do is keep holding tight. They’re all drinking by the pool, so we can sneak back into that room.”
She nodded, and I very reluctantly slid out of her. More of my cum fell onto the branch, by my feet, and I growled again in satisfaction. I held her against the tree while I turned and pressed my back to her front, making sure her legs stayed wrapped around me. I’d never had any sort of breeding kink, but there was something about coming in her that soothed the deepest parts of me. The only way I could claim her any further would be to give her a mating bite.
“Don’t get dizzy,” I warned before starting us on climbing back down, heads pointed toward the ground.
CHAPTER TWENTY
CATALINA
Iglanced at my watch and fought not to grind my teeth, “They’re almost late.”
There was nothing I hated more than tardiness. Second was dealing with overgrown puppies who thought they were sneaky. Dealing with one pack back home was e-fucking-nough.
Our soldiers guarded the entrance to the warehouse, silent in their black suits and not attempting to respond to me. Which was just as well. Any wrong answer might resort in their blood streaking the concrete floor.
A metal door creaked open, letting in the orange-tinted light of late morning, and we all stiffened. Weapons trained on the figure slipping through the side entrance, but I kept my own piece holstered within my blazer jacket. The stiletto knife stayed hidden in my boot.
A lumbering figure rounded a set of shelving, hips shimmying and leather shoes purposefully clacking toward me. “Desculpe pelo atraso.” I was used to that booming voice by now, as well as the wide grin and eyes. Wired headphones blared music loud enough for me to hear the Mariah Carey song very clearly.
I tsked, “You’re not late, but they’re about to be. Of all the packs to give us trouble and be so disrespectful. This little town was supposed to be abreak.”
Xo’s head tilted back and forth in contemplation, teeth clacking against a sucker between two pursed lips. “S’not all bad, mana.” a pause and some obnoxious slurping revealed a bright red tongue. “This is about to be fun.And,” the baritone flipped in a singsong rhythm that spelled trouble, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I sighed, “Not too much fun, mana.” Xo’s manic laugh, deep and rumbly, grated on my ears. If this got out of hand, it’d bemecleaning up the mess. At least it wouldn’t be me gettingdirty. No, my suit would stay clean whilst Xo’s—barely stretched over bulging muscles—all too often ended up drenched in blood and whatever else.
We continued to wait as I tried to not keep glancing at my watch and count down the minutes. Almost waiting for the moment I could deem the Wolves tardy and kick this whole thing up a notch. It’d serve this Leader fucking right.
Xo was prattling on about the journey, the mess down South that we were still fucking cleaning up, when a clear voice called, “They’re coming in!”
I straightened and clenched my teeth. Right on time.
This leader had balls—had to at least give him that. He strolled in the warehouse with four other Wolves, nonchalant as anything. And every single one of them was dressed down in jeans, which made me even more irritated. They all stood proud and unbothered, the Leader’s white face blank and revealing nothing.
Xo laughed in anticipation, and I followed the uneasy glances the lesser Wolves gave at the unprovoked noise.
Instead of shooting Xo a silencing glare, I tried to catch the Leader’s eyes, but he kept them sweeping around the warehouse that wouldn’t be empty for too much longer.
“Thank you for coming.” I broke the silence to only be met with a curt nod of acknowledgement in return. When he finally met my eyes, the Leader raised his brows, as if—as ifhewas commandingmeto get on with it.
How fucking arrogant. “We brought you here so that you could further understand what we’re proposing,” I waved a hand to gesture at the large space around us. “Leave to conduct our business on your land and move our products as needed. No more, no less.”
The Leader crossed his arms, but the gesture lacked the usual chest-puffing that so many usually did. At least until they remembered Xo’s hulking form at my side.
“Demanding.”
“Huh?” Xo asked around the cherry red sucker.