Page 11 of Beauty & Corruption

“Precisely.” I nodded toward Mordy as he dropped his elbows on the table and crouched beside me, giving me a once-over with his eerie blue eyes. “She’s the easiest answer. I’m not a dumbass. None of us are, but fuck! I’m with Mordy. I flat-out refuse to agree to this. Fuck no!” My palm smacked the table, and Mordy snapped his head toward the noise, glaring at my hand.

“If we can spare the girl, do you fuckwits agree with the rest of us? We need information and guns. Mikhalov promises both. We meet with him and go from there,” Viking’s smooth voice delivered Bird’s sentence so easily it was as if he were talking about a recent change in weather. It was a hard life, but this was how it was when you were a Crazed Kings brother. I knew all of that going in. The basic mentality that had been drilled in my head every hour spent as a patched brother was kill first, ask questions later, and now, we were forced to talk it out like a bunch of pussies.

“If Mikhalov can guarantee her safety,” I said a little too loud, not wanting to agree, but not finding another answer to be any better.

“Aye, but I’m not good with the possibility of her not surviving. I am staying with her. If they take her, they take me, too. We’re a package deal,” Mordy said in a stern voice, nodding to himself, once again, upstaging me when it came to Bird. She wasn’t even here, and he continued to sound like he had her back more than I did. The determination in his voice was undeniable, but he wasn’t doing this just to be a good brother. This was a man protecting a woman he didn’t want to lose. When I told Bird she could have us both, I meant it. I had more or less come to terms with her needing the darkness inside of Mordy as long as she was still with me. What I had not planned for wasMordy needing her in return. He genuinely cared about Bird. It was obvious, and I had been blind to not have noticed it before. Over the years that I had known him, I couldn’t think of a single person who influenced Mordy like Bird did. As much as I hated to acknowledge it, Bird was good for Mordy.

“Someone should go with her in case it’s a trap. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but good idea, Mordicus,” Viking agreed, a little dumbstruck. This was probably the first time ever in club history that any of us admitted Mordy was right, and there wasn’t any humor to be found in our declaration.

Chapter 9

Mordy

“Smells glorious in here, lass,” I said, pulling her mouthwatering scent into my nostrils, memorizing it. She had finally done it. I had been making bets with myself on how long it would take her to give in, and it finally happened.

“Huh?” she sniffed the air and blinked her eyes slowly, yawning. “What does it smell like?” She and I were both more than aware she hadn’t been asleep most of the night. Well, maybe she didn’t know I knew she hadn’t been asleep, but I did. She’d been a busy little bird.

“Really,Éan? You know you do not want me to answer that. Right?” I probed, giving her a chance to answer before I did. We were more than aware I would call her out on her shit. She’d been a naughty little kitten. She thought no one would notice what she had been up to when she thought no one was watching. I was always watching.

“What in the ever-loving fuck are you talking about, Mordicus? I was sleeping, so if there’s a smell, it’s because you did something.” She stretched and moaned. My eyes roamed over her body, which was barely covered. I’d taken the libertyof hiding most of her panties and pants, so she’d worn only a thong beneath a long t-shirt to bed last night, claiming it was to spite me. If that was her idea of revenge, I would let her win our constant battle from here on out.

“Exactly.” I smugly smiled, licking my lips as I inched up the bed closer to her ass, planning to bite it before she could stop me. My nose trailed up her thigh, and she moaned. I wasn’t sure that she realized the delectable nose she made.

“What?” She jerked upward, yanking the cover over her exposed body, and cocked her head to the side.

“Fuck. That is what I’m talking about. Whose dick was it? My brother’s or mine that had your divine pussy clenching so hard you had to be a dirty little bird?” I asked her in agonizing pain from how hard her scent made me. “Hmm?” I climbed further up and took her hands in mine. When she didn’t pull away immediately, I continued lifting her left hand to my lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She eyed me but didn’t straight out deny what we both knew was true. She had been in here riding her fingers moments before I opened the door.

“Now, which one was it?”

“None of them, Mordicus. You’re delusional.” She attempted to pull her hand from my grasp, and my grip tightened around her fingertips.

“Prove it.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

“While that may be true, we both know you are as stubborn as I am, lass. And you’ll sit here until you’ve proven me wrong, or at least until you think you have, even when we both know what a damned fecking liar you are.” I popped her pointer finger in her mouth, and, dammit, I almost blew my load inside my pants when she gasped, but I kept my composure. “Nope. Not this one.”

“I told you.” She pulled her fingers out of my hand, and I let her. I quickly grabbed her right hand, and she yanked it away.

“Ah, so you like Mrs. Rosey, too?”

“Huh? No, Mordy. Fuck. I didn’t.”

“Mmmhmm. If that were the case, you would let me put those fingers of yours in my mouth even if you didn’t enjoy it—which you would—just to argue your case.”

She shook her head and closed her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this, but here.” Her right hand shook as it inched toward my mouth. My fingers tightened around her middle and ring fingertips; she wasn’t getting out of this. It was the first time she’d allowed me to put something of hers in my mouth, and I damned sure wasn’t wasting a moment of time. My tongue slid from her palm to the tip of her fingers, and I shoved them both into my mouth, sucking on them. My body shuddered instantly when she sucked in a deep breath through her teeth. She was enjoying this as much as I was, but she wouldn’t admit it. I didn’t need to hear the words to understand her body. “Not one, but two fingers.” I slid her fingers out of my mouth and moaned. I wanted more. Of course, I did. I would never get enough of her, but she would of me, so I was dragging out the inevitable for as long as humanly possible. “One for me and one for my brother. Such a good kitten.”

Her skin flushed the sexiest shade of pink as she lied, “I did nothing of the sort.”

“So, it was both of us? Nice!” I hopped off of her and plopped down onto the mattress beside her. “Tell me all about it. Whose dick was where?” I laughed. “I need details. Give me all the details. Don’t skimp on anything.” I flipped onto my stomach and crossed my lower calves, propping my chin up on my cupped hands.

“Get fucked, Mordy!” she complained, getting out of bed and rushing out the door.

“Wish I would,” I called after her, cackling as soon as the words left my mouth.

Chapter 10

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