Page 29 of Room One Hundred and Seven: Catch and Claim

She’d probably try to tell me not to, but I won’t listen. She deserves to be treated like the gift she is.

Hendrix slows down and then comes to a stop at the edge of a natural clearing. The moon is hanging over the natural wilderness stretching around us. It’s not full and blanketing the area in light, but it gives just enough.

“Wow,” Kirby breathes out. I look back at her to find her face pressed against the glass of the window. “What is this place? It’s gorgeous out there.”

“This land is ours,” Hendrix informs her.

Her head snaps around and she looks between us with a hint of awe written across her face. “What do you mean this is your land?”

Wolfe rubs his hand over the top of his head before his shoulders drop slightly. “There’s something we,” he clears his throat, “I mean something I haven’t told you.” Kirby’s eyes bore into him as she waits him out. “My brother, like my actual blood brother, is named Baker. He’s a few years younger than me. While growing up, he became close with Kirill and Maxim Volkov.”

Kirby’s eyebrows pull together and she muses, “Those names sound familiar.”

“I’m not surprised,” Wolfe sighs softly. “Kirill sits at the head of the Volkov Bratva.” Kirby gasps and her eyes widen as she moves away from Wolfe, the action more instinctual than conscious. Still, hurt flashes across Wolfe’s face. He shakes his head slowly, “They might be bratva, but they aren’t bad men. They don’t always operate within the confines of the law, but what happened to you? The man behind it? Kirill is the one who killed him and took over control of Seattle.”

I can almost see Kirby processing his words before she relaxes slowly. “Okay,” her voice is tentative, “what does that have to do with your brother, this land, and me?”

“Baker is in Kirill’s inner circle along with is brother, Maxim, and their other long-time friend, Huck. When Kirill came in and took over Seattle, we bought this land,” Wolfe explains. “Wedon’t tend to stay in one place very long, but with Baker here, it made sense for us to own some land here.”

“But it’s just land?”

“For now,” Hendrix’s voice holds a promise in it that I understand immediately.

I smirk in the darkness of the car, knowing for sure that I’m not the only one who has thought about having a home base, no matter where else we travel.

“Well, it’s beautiful out there,” she muses as she looks back outside and takes it all in.

Hendrix reaches back and hands Kirby a smart watch. “Put this on,” he commands.

The way she does what he says without questioning it, even though I’m sure she has them, makes my cock leak pre-cum into my joggers. It makes a warm feeling spread through my chest. The same thing happened when Hendrix handed her a bag with a change of clothes, including tennis shoes and told her to change before we left the townhouse tonight.

She didn’t question it, and I swear I saw relief in her eyes to be out of the clothes she had worn to Club Sin.

“You should know,” Hendrix’s voice brings me back to the present, “the watch will vibrate when you approach the boundaries of our property. There is also a timer set for one hour.”

“Why do I need a timer?”

I chuckle under my breath as I open the door and climb out of the SUV and make my way to her door. When I open it, she’slooking up at me with wary curiosity. She might be unsure, but when I offer her my hand, she slips her own in mine.

I pull her toward me until she’s flush against my chest. Feeling the way she fits against me so perfectly has possessiveness roaring to life inside of me. Everything about this woman calls to me and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

When I take her mouth in a kiss, I intend for it to be sweet, but I can’t hold back. It’s simply not an option when I have her body pressed against mine.

Her lips part for me when I nip at her bottom lip, and I swallow down the needy gasping moan that comes from the back of her throat. She tastes sweet, but there’s a hint of worry and anticipation that makes me want to chase her even more.

There’s no doubt in my mind that we’re going to catch her, but the thrill of the hunt is calling to me.

My hands slide down her back and grip the round globes her ass and I give a squeeze. It’s a promise for more, for so much fucking more. Because when we catch her, I’m going to be burying myself in her tight ass; she better be ready for me.

She sucks gently on my tongue, and I groan, the sound ricocheting around the clearing.

“So fucking hot,” Wolfe’s voice is strained.

After pulling away from our woman’s mouth, she lets out a needy whimper that has me pecking her lips again. Wolfe yanks her away from me and kisses her. It looks like it’s all needy desire and teeth. Fucking hell. It is hot.

Kirby is the only woman I have even thought about sharing with anyone. The fact that I’m sharing her with my brothers kindof blows my mind. But as I watch them together, it doesn’t feel awkward or strange. It feels natural.

“Wolfe,” she moans against his mouth, her body arching and trying to push even closer against his body.

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