Page 33 of Protect Me
“Screw it.” Sway arches off the ground and presses her lips to mine.
Her forwardness catches me off guard, and for a second, I let her take what she wants, tasting me, testing her own boundaries. But the moment her tongue brushes across the seam of my lips, all bets are fucking off. I tighten my hold on her wrist, deepening the kiss as I press against her heat. She wraps her legs around me, and I growl in response to the closeness.
Fuck, she tastes like sunshine.
Like pure fucking light.
Sway moans against my mouth, and my cock goes rock fucking hard. I grind into her, and the throaty moan I am rewarded with once more pushes my desire straight toward the ceiling.
Then someone bangs on the door.
“Son of a bitch.” I push off of her, pulling Sway to her feet as I go. Her lips are swollen, her eyes glossy, and the desire to kill whoever is on the other side of that door is strong as shit. I cross over and rip the door open to find both Duncan and Bracken on the other side.
My brothers growl when they see me, so I flash a big-ass motherfucking grin. “Boys. What can I do for you?”
“Brad said you brought Sway up after she fell,” Duncan says, his tone all business even though I can sense his jealousy.
It makes me smile. We share willing women—it’s what we do. But he’s so damned determined to keep Sway at arm’s length, and it’s killing him to know Bracken and I are doing the exact opposite. “Yes.”
“Is she okay?” Bracken asks.
“I’m fine.” Sway limps over and grabs the door from me, opening it wider.
Duncan and Bracken look her up and down then shift their gaze toward me. Their moods shift, and they switch to communicating through our bond instead of out loud.“Three men are approaching from the woods. They’ll be here any minute.”
“Why the fuck did you wait so long to say something?”I turn toward Sway. “Love, we have some business to tend to. But I’d love to pick up where we left off sometime soon.” I press a quick kiss to her forehead, sidestepping her attempt to push me away before I can. With a grin, I step out into the hall.
The three of us begin walking, and I hear the door shut softly behind us.
“What the fuck were you doing in there?” Bracken demands.
“She kissed me.” I all but puff out my chest like an asshole because I know it’ll drive him crazy.
“As in, she initiated?” he asks suspiciously.
“Absolutely. Tackled me when she threw herself out of the chair toward me.”
“You’re fucking lying,” Bracken accuses.
“Can you assholes chill out?” Duncan says wearily. “We have bigger problems.”
“Any clue who they are?” I ask.
“Nope.” Duncan shoves open the door that takes us to the Big Top. We move through it quickly, adrenaline singing in my blood.
I fucking hope it’s the asshole that hurt her.
So I can rip his cock off and choke him with it.
We reach the front steps of the circus at the same time as our uninvited guests do. Three men—all wearing dark jeans and black leather jackets like they color coordinated or some shit. I try to sense them, to make out what type of supernaturals they are, and while I can pin two of them for shifters of some kind, I’m unable to sense the third.
It’s the mystery asshole who smiles at me. Dark hair curls down over his ears, and his narrowed eyes give away the monster lurking beneath the surface. This guy is a killer.
There’s no doubt about it.
“We’re not open,” Bracken says.
“I’m actually looking for someone.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a picture of Sway. She’s smiling for the camera, wearing a white sundress with a low-cut front that falls in a deep V nearly to her belly button.