Page 27 of Ivy and the Deathstalkers

Neo

Ican’t keep my hands off of her a minute longer. She’s so fucking smart and sassy andGod, sexy as hell. I kiss her like my life depends on it. Andfuck, she tastes better than I imagined. When someone grabs my neck and pulls me away from her, I snarl.

Who the fuck is trying to keep me from my mate?

Twisting my head, I make out King behind me.

That mother fucker.

If he thinks just because he’s my fucking prez and happens to be my mate’s mate, that he’s going to tell me when I can and can’t kiss my fucking mate, he’s up for a rude awakening. Prez or not, I won’t hesitate to lay his ass out.

I feel my scorpion taking over, which unlike Jax, doesn’t happen often. King squeezes my neck tighter but neither of us—my scorpion or I— relax until we feel the soft feminine hand of our mate on my cheek.

“Don’t kill him, Lover Boy. We probably need to stop anyway. Don’t wanna lose Shitfan again,” she sighs. Not sure if she’s really as disappointed about that as I am or just being dramatic,but my scorpion releases its hold on me and I shrug out of King’s hand.

“Fine. But wewillcontinue at the earliest possibility.”

“You got it,” she agrees with a sexy laugh.

Ugh is there anythingnotsexy about her?

“Wait. Did you call himshit fan?” I sputter.

“It’s what I call him in my head.” She shrugs. “Thought you’d like that.”

“Where is he, Ivy?” KC asks behind me.

“Apologize for interrupting my kiss,” she demands and I snort.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your kiss. I’m just eager to get my hands on the man that killed my parents,” he says, managing to sound contrite and annoyed at the same time. It’s a gift, really.

“Yeah. I can understand that. I’m eager too. Hell, he’d alreadybein my hands if it weren’t for you assholes. So, if anyone has the right to be impatient, it’s me.”

I never thought I’d be into beratement, but fuck if seeing her lay into my Prez doesn’t get me harder than my tailpipe.

“What do you mean, he’d already be in your hands? And how is itourfault he’s not?” Beck, the poor stupid boy, questions.

My angel in black arches a perfectly sculpted brow at him before flicking her eyes to me likeIs this guy for real, right now?

Yes, Love, I’m afraid so. Rest in peace, Brother.

“Imean, if it weren’t foryou, I would have that piece of shit in my basement right now,” she glares daggers at my brother. “And it’syourfault because I would have had him at the fucking fight club if it weren’t for ‘boner boy’ here.” She nods her head in Jax’s direction and I have to fight my laugh at her choice in nickname. I’m never letting him live that shit down.

“And,” she draws out. “If it weren’t for the fact that we may be mates, I would have never even considered you in my plans. I would have left the moment I found out where he was without so much as a goodbye.That’show it’s your fault.”

“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.” Beck nods.

Ivy cocks her head and stares at him before throwing her head back and laughing. God I love her laugh.

“Oh my God,” she gasps as her laughter dies down. “You…” she chuckles as she wipes a tear from her eye. “Fuck. I’m never going to be able to stay mad at you, am I?”

Beck’s lip tips up in a shy grin.Shy.My fucking nerd of a brother who can and has had any girl he wants, is finally acting like the nerd he is deep down.

“Why can’t you stay mad at him? You seem to have no such problem when it comes to me,” Jax grumbles.

Ivy rolls her eyes at him. “Becausehe’sfucking adorkable. And you’re just an asshole.”

Our laughter echoes in the room as Jax glares at our mate.

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