Page 25 of Queen of Spades

My core locks down on his shaft as his tip brushes my G-spot. “Oh, God.”

I shiver as my whole body trembles.

“That’s it. Soak me in your cunt. Make sure everyone knows who I belong to.” He sucks down my neck, biting my throat without breaking the skin.

I detonate.

My mouth falls open as I moan.

Grady growls, sounding truly animalistic as I whine out a hoarse plea for his bite. It’s hard to tell if it’s even decipherable. His thumb brushes my neck as he slowly loosens his grip, but he works his hips in a way that extends my orgasm unnaturally long. Goose bumps break out on my skin as my nipples ache.

I gush slick to the point it’s embarrassing. Each slap of his pelvis against my ass fills the air with a wet sound. I honestly wish he wasn’t locked inside me, so he could pound even deeper.

“You fucking gushed,” he chokes out as his body trembles around mine. “What have I told you about that? If you’re gonna squirt, I want it to be all over my face.”

I smile, struggling to catch my breath. “Next time.”

“Yeah, like as soon as this thing deflates,” he grunts, dragging his knot inside me in a way that has us both groaning. “We’re off tonight. I intend to spend the rest of the day satiating both of our urges, then we’re going out on a real date tonight.”

“What?” I gasp, glancing at him over my shoulder. Things are great between us, but we’ve never really dated. It’s more like we fell into bed and started acting like an old married couple.

I don’t know how to describe it, but we order takeout and eat it here. There wasn’t really a courting process, and I’m more than okay with that.

Grady takes care of me in more important ways than dates and cheesy courting gifts.

“Yup.” A wide smile breaks out over his handsome face. I can only see half of it and one blue eye because of the angle, but dear God, he’s handsome when he smiles. “Now stop wiggling on my knot, or it’ll never go down. I’ve got plans to lick my cum from your delicious little pussy until you’re so worked up you beg to climb back on my cock.”

My core convulses around his length at his words.

He chuckles.

“You know you’re pure trouble.” His hand moves to cradle my chest between my breasts. “And I love every goddamn second of it.”

Chapter Eight

Kane

Work in security for long enough, and you get used to waiting. Half the time, you’re on high alert while scanning for any active danger, and the rest you might spend sitting outside a hotel while your client snorts coke off a hooker’s ass.

Some jobs suck.

Some aren’t bad.

When I got saddled with Sparrow Cavanaugh three years ago, I thought it was Ranger punishing the fuck out of me. Only, I had no idea what I’d done wrong. Since then, it’s become obvious I wasn’t being penalized.

Ranger genuinely trusted me to keep the one person he actually gives a fuck about alive. I didn’t completely fail, but I did fuck it up so epically that I didn’t even fight when he dragged me down to that fucking basement.

My jaw clenches as I get a look at the face attached to the man with his arm around Sparrow.

How utterly fucking shocking.

Raiden Michaels supposedly died a little over two years ago, and now he’s sporting dual sparrow tattoos on either side of his neck.

I bet the naughty little omega just eats that up. She’s got her claim marked clearly for all the world to see, even if she no longer goes by Sparrow Cavanaugh.

Apparently, they’re sharing a date night. I already knew they’re fucking. That much is clear when you get a look at them together, but up until now, I’ve only seen them outside the club they work at and going in and out of her apartment.

They aim for his truck in the parking lot of the fancy restaurant. He really should be more focused on the threats he could face in the environment. The way he shoves his tongue into her mouth says he doesn’t have a care in the world. They reach his vehicle, and he holds the door open for her as she climbs in.

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