Page 59 of Tangled Souls

Oaklynn declaring that she’s hiring the next receptionist, which I’m more than fine with, has me holding up my hands in surrender. Fuck, she’s sexy. Like an angel swooping in from the heavens in full battle regalia to turn the tides and demand surrender.

From our enemies.

From us.

“You can do whatever you want,Solnishko,” I tell her honestly, “you’re the queen.”

The smile of triumph on our woman’s face is one for the record books. With Betty handled, we’re one minor problem down. But that doesn’t mean we’re done. Far from it.

Now we need to deal with Mikhail. His time is coming though; I can feel it.

I stand up slowly, my eyes fixed on our woman. My steps are measured as I stalk toward her. Even with the show she just put on and how badass she was, her cheeks pink and her beautiful brown eyes widen as I move closer to her.

“Have I told you today how much I love you, Oaklynn?” My voice is a low rumble which has her shivering.

“You just like my outfit,” she teases as she motions toward her own body.

“Can’t say it hurts,” I murmur. “You look hot as fuck today, but it’s not why I love you.”

“Oh?” She challenges me with a tilt of her head and an arch of her eyebrow.

“You’re so damn strong and fierce. Over the last few days, even though shit was raining down on us, I’ve watched you become the queen I knew you’d be from the moment I saw you in White Stone.” When I’m close enough, I cup her face in my hands. “The way you claimed us with the same possessive need that we have for you is something I’ll never forget.”

I can feel the guys move closer to us, being pulled toward her because denying the pull is painful. Physically. Mentally. It’s just impossible.

“How are you feeling?”

She blinks up at me with my question and her eyebrows pull together slightly. “I’m,” she pauses for a moment as if really assessing her body and how she’s feeling, “good.”

When I smile at her, I know it must look sinful because of the way her eyes dilate and her lips part as she starts to pant. The need pumping through me is reflected back to me and written all over her face.

My hand reaches down to allow my fingers to glide along the hem of her skirt. With my free hand, I run a fingertip along the lacy edge of the top she’s wearing.

“Who let you out of the house in this outfit?” Maxim asks as he steps closer to her side, an edge to his voice along with a lot of fucking desire.

She looks at him from underneath her lashes. “I let me.” The way she squares her shoulders pushes her tits up deliciously. “I don’t need anyone’s permission.”

Maxim chuckles, the dark sound wrapping around us. He steps closer at the same time Baker does, the two of them caging her in as Huck presses against her back.

“I just need to threaten someone to turn you on? Good to know,” she sasses.

“A lot of things turn me on.” I lean down and run my nose along her jawline before nipping at her ear. I run the tips of my fingers up and down her exposed arms. “Pretty much all you have to do is breathe and I’m hard,” I husk. “I’m man enough to admit the way you just claimed us, the way you stomped in here like a vengeful goddess,” I pause and hold her gaze to ensure she sees, “it makes me melt for you. Only for you.”

When my fingers come across the small and almost unnoticeable bump on her upper arm, I pause. Her implant. I hate her fucking implant.

Huck and Maxim give me a little room as I move our woman closer to my desk. My movements are fluid as I grab her knife, the one she left on her desk, and slice the skin right underneath her implant.

Oaklynn’s eyes go wide as she gasps. She looks down at her arm, her mouth opening and closing without saying anything. I don’t look away as I put pressure around her implant and remove it.

“I hated that fucking implant,” I admit with a growl.

“You can’t just remove my implant, Kirill,” she snaps.

I drop it on the ground and step on it; the action satisfying something primal and damn close to feral inside of me. Closing the distance between us, I don’t give a single fuck if some of her blood is on my fingers as I grip her chin and hold her in place. “I can and I fucking did,Solnishko.”

When she swallows hard, I watch the motion intently. Her eyes search mine and I’m not sure what she’s looking for. Whatever she sees—whether it’s determination, love, or just fucking need—has her shoulders relaxing.

“Now we’re all going to take turns filling your pretty cunt with our cum,” I grit out through my teeth.

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