Chapter 6 #2
Chuckling at his impatience, I give him an inch and watch the way the green in his eyes darken and the muscles in his neck cord.
I can see his muscles bunching, his need to have more making him twitchy. If we had longer, I’d hold off, make him sweat for it, but I’m aware we probably don’t have time for this. It’s happening nonetheless. Shuffling forward, I go from teasing him to filling him in one swift thrust.
Like always, his body was made for mine.
His hips move slightly as he gets used to the intrusion, his cock jumping up and down, the trail of his pre-come over his tight stomach a breathtaking sight.
Sitting up, I hold his knees, offering the slightest bit of pressure to open him wider, giving myself the room to properly move.
He groans, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. I’d like to scar his fucking throat again. “So good, Ro.”
“Always is, ain’t it?” I smirk down at him, rutting harder and chasing more of the fire he gets in his eyes when he’s about to come. He bears down when I’m in deepest, and then I’m the one making noise.
He shuffles his hand around, and just as I lean forward, he moves where she must have been, her scent stirring around us.
Keegan starts bucking under me, at pretty much the same time I come.
Right at the same fucking time, Santiago swings the door to the suite open. “Honey, I’m home!” he sings out, but it’s still far away.
“Take one fucking foot closer, and I will slit your throat,” I yell over my shoulder.
“That’s rude,” he shouts back.
I ignore him, dipping down to taste Keegan’s mouth, hard and fast while I pull out, earning me another of his infamous scowls. At least now, he’s not looking ready to murder, though he’s still got trouble in ’em.
“How's our wife going to take the fact we're with each other?”
“She’ll fucking loving it. Who wouldn’t, aye? A pack fit like us, being strong enough to take what we want and not afraid to love who we choose.”
“Not just us, you eejit. What she gonna think when she finds out we got an Omega?”
“You really think our Omega will be giving her the chance to be upset our pack’s got one already?
Once he gets a look at her again, he’ll be chasing her harder than we plan to.
No shit, Kee, I won’t be surprised if Raff doesn’t cause us bloody strife by kidnapping her and hiding her in his nest. Then he’ll refuse to leave until she sees for herself the benefits of having two Alphas’ knots in her body, along with his juicy cock filling her arse and his brother’s down her throat. ”
“Selling the dream, then?”
“Aye. And that’s without her knowing we’re about to own the streets like the kings we are.”
“We’re a fine catch, then?”
“You asking me or yourself that?” I laugh, slapping his pert butt as he races off to the shower. I grab my phone, stepping into the corridor where Santiago can’t miss me. I make him pay dearly for interrupting my private time. “No missed calls. What’s got you barging in here, then?”
He squeals like a fucking toddler. “Put it away! Jesus, Ronin.”
“Don’t be taking the Lord’s name in vain.” I laugh before turning around again and leaving him while we finish getting ready. I manage a step before he stops me.
“Hurry up. Word on the street is, we’re about to be raided.”
“What the fuck for?”
He throws his head back and laughs before trying to sober up while he speaks. “Yeah, no reason. I mean, it’s not like I’m on Interpol’s watch list.”
“And you’re insinuating I am? I canna help who me father is!”
He throws his hand up. “And I can’t help who my mother climbed into bed with, either. Just like Valentine can’t help his own flesh and blood being mafia royalty here and in the US. Doesn’t mean we’re bad people, but it seems Interpol has lobbed us all into the same basket.”
He shakes his head like he is seriously offended.
Honestly, I’d be offended if we weren’t about to be raided, which is why we’d taken extra precautions flying in.
But at the end of the day, people are just doing their job—the local Polizia di Stato and us included.
The exchange we did with Valentine’s family was one that couldn’t be done any other way.
The fact that we've been able to enjoy the past few days without being harassed is only because the boys in the know—in other words, the Italian Mafia—knew we were on our way, but it seems our welcome has been revoked.
“How was Val? Still upset?” I muse with a smirk.
“One day, Ronin, your smart mouth is going to be your downfall.”
“Ack, come on, how was I to know that he was a she?”
“The fact her name was Angelina wasn’t a big enough clue?”
“Hmm, I must have missed the introduction. Fairly, though, you see how much hair she was sporting? That ain't right if your own family doesn't help you out. Someone could have got her a waxing certificate if they didn’t have the guts to tell her to go fucking shave.”
Santiago stops talking. I can see his mind going a hundred miles an hour, but it seems he doesn’t find the right words.
I keep winding him up. “I was thinking of Valentine. I can’t even imagine being able to take a bite of food, having to sit around for a family dinner with that hairy lip taunting me.”
He closes his eyes. “Ronin, go change before I shoot you myself.”
I wait until he’s looking at me again. “Fair enough. I’ll send Angelina a gift card from the Irish. Pave the way back to friendship. Yeah?”
Santiago reaches for a weapon behind his slick linen suit. Fancy fucker always looks so suave.
I blow out a loud and dramatic breath, scratching my nuts to annoy him some more. “I’ll have a shower, then I’ll have us leveling out above the Ligurian Sea in around thirty. As long as they’re quick at the beauty salon downstairs.”
He looks at me, stunned, again as he cocks one of his styled eyebrows.
“Aye?”
Santiago gets all serious on me. More serious than him having a go at me because I asked one of Valentine’s female family members if she was a yeti. “I paid the drinks bill, Ronin. You are not fit to fly. I’m not fit to fly.”
“Trust me, I am as shook as a hand at Mass but raring to go. We’ll pick up some pasta downstairs, maybe have a pint, and be on our way.”