Page 63 of Hunted Vengeance

Our heads all swing to the side, and our eyes find hers. She lifts her head slightly, her gaze flicking between us, and then I watch as she shifts her weight from side to side before she clears her throat and begins to speak.

“That is the fastest way to get Malcolm to appear from whatever darkness he resides in. I can call my father and ask him to set something up, maybe tell him that I want to apologize for disappearing.”

“He knows where we are,” Theron says.

“I personally don’t want to wait for him to come to us,” Colette says.

No. I don’t want to wait for him to come to us either. Because I know that when that happens, no matter how prepared I am, I will never be prepared enough. I will freeze just like Theron did. I know it. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long, dreaming of it, dreading it, anticipating it.

“Then, after the others leave, call him,” I say.

Colette’s gaze shifts between us. My lips twitch into a smirk. “And I’ll get you some clothes tomorrow,” I murmur before I close the distance between us.

Taking one step closer, then another, I lift my hand and wrap my fingers around the side of her neck. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “Although, I would much rather you stay naked and in my bed,” I mutter.

I press my mouth to hers before I take a step backward and drop my hand from her face. My lips curve up into a smirk as I watch her. I cannot believe that she is mine. This beautiful, quiet little wallflower is my woman.

Except I’m not so sure she’s just a shy little wallflower, after all. I’m thinking that there is a lot more to her. Every moment that passes with this woman, she surprises me and shows me a new side of herself.

Naked and riding my dick is by far my favorite side of her.

The men pack up, and I send Colette to bed. I doubt she’ll fall asleep. I know I probably wouldn’t if I were her. But as Theron stands at the doorway of the hotel suite, his gaze meets mine, and he jerks his chin.

“You’re going to be good?” he asks.

“We’re going to be good.”

He dips his chin, his gaze lifting to mine. “Stay safe, brother.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “You know I will. He couldn’t take us down back then, and he sure as shit is not going to take me down now. I don’t give a fuck what I have to do. I will come out of this alive.”

Theron lets out a low laugh. “Shit, yes, you will. Keep me posted, and come home soon.”

With that, they are gone, everyone except me, Colette, and Grayson. I close and lock the door behind them, then turn around to face Grayson. “I need a fucking drink,” I announce.

“Me too,” he agrees.

So, together, Grayson and I share a whiskey in silence as we think about all the fucking shit that is about to come our way—a whole goddamn shitstorm. I don’t know if I’m ready for it. But I’m going to drink until I am.

COLETTE

Merrick climbsinto bed behind me. I don’t know what time it is, but I don’t care, either. I feel a hand slide down my arm, curling around my wrist, and then his lips touch my shoulder. I wasn’t asleep, couldn’t sleep without him. I turn in his arm and touch my mouth to his.

“You should be asleep,” he murmurs against my lips.

Sliding my foot up his calf, I hook my leg around his thigh before I gently push my body against his. He grunts as he rolls onto his back. I straddle him. I had wondered earlier if I should have put panties on or something before I came to bed, but now I’m glad I didn’t.

I can feel his hard length against my center, and I whimper as I lower my face and touch my mouth to his. Rolling my hips, I feel his hardness between my folds and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I glide my clit along his smooth length. He doesn’t ask me to stop, doesn’t make a move to stop me.

I’m sure he’s ready to flip me onto my back and take me hard and fast the way he likes, but he’s giving me this. I don’t know why I need it, but I feel like I do. It’s not just a craving or a desire. It’s a flat-out need right now.

Maybe I need control. Maybe it’s because everything else around me right now is a chaotic catastrophe that I can’t do a damn thing about. Maybe it’s because I’m scared to lose the man I have done nothing but desire for so long again.

I can’t lose him again.

When I shift myself up slightly, Merrick reaches for his length and positions himself at my center. With my gaze focused on his, I slowly sink down, taking all of him inside of me. Closing my eyes, I hiss as he stretches me and stops when I’m fully seated.

“Fuck,” Merrick grunts.

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