Page 138 of Under an Endless Moon

Probably long before I’d really understood what it meant.

An agonized sound rolled through his body, and a second hand dove into my hair, the man lifting me higher by both hands as he surged into my mouth. Guiding me exactly where he wanted me as he muttered, “Moonflower…baby…what have you done to me?”

He pushed himself deeper than he’d gone before, a hand at the back of my head drawing me forward.

I swallowed around him, taking everything I could.

That was all it took, and he shattered.

A roar of pleasure ricocheted through his garage as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth. He poured and poured, grunting and groaning as I sucked him clean, making sure that I eked every last drop of pleasure out of him, too.

He slowed then stilled, and I carefully eased back to stare up at the man who’d always been everything to me.

The one who’d made me feel safe.

The one who’d seen me in a different light than anyone had before.

The one I’d always been willing to sacrifice for. The one I’d do anything for.

My spirit thrashed.

He could never know.

He could never know what I’d done or the lengths I’d gone.

His thumb came to trail along the edge of my mouth. “You’re fuckin’ perfect, Raven Tayte. So goddamn perfect. You got me wrecked.”

But he was the one who’d wrecked me long ago.

THIRTY-SEVEN

OTTO

TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD

“What the fuck was that about?”Otto spat it as he tore through the double doors of the club, heading right for that piece of shit Gideon Marsdon who was already at the bar, swilling down a bottle of tequila.

This bar was private, tucked behind the public bar out front, and was overflowing with Iron Owls at two on a Friday afternoon.

A ton of speculative eyes flew Otto’s way as he stormed in, a path of fury lit behind him.

Gideon cracked a condescending grin. “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, Hudson.”

Otto hated this motherfucker. Had despised him since the moment he’d met him. But that scorn had taken on whole new levels after he’d been messing with Haddie a couple years earlier.

Otto knew the fucker had done it on purpose. Knew he’d known exactly who she was when he’d gone dragging his slimy ass around Otto’s little sister.

Around Raven.

He still wanted to come unglued every time he thought about it, and this prick was only driving the nail that much deeper.

Otto scoffed. “You don’t know what I’m talkin’ about? Well let me remind you that it was your fuckin’ job to sit lookout while I did my drop.”

It’d been Gideon’s duty to have his back, only when Otto had come out of the warehouse down by the docks, he and the rest of his crew had been missing.

Alarm had tremored through him the second he was out in the light of day. A feeling that somethin’ had gone bad.

Loathing rolled through Otto as he thought of what his ownjobhad been. It was the part of being an Owl that still made him sick, the drugs they ran through the city, contributing to the poverty and desolation that ran rampant. It was his duty, though, nothing he could say that could get him out of the pact that he’d made.

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