Page 11 of Heroes & Hitmen
“If you’re lucky, I’ll leave you a review,” I mutter as we slip intothe back hallway, the thrum of music dulling behind us with each step.
It’s dim back here, lit only by a flickering bulb overhead that casts jumpy shadows on the concrete walls. Ares follows close, all heat and confidence, his presence pressing in around me even before we reach the heavy metal door at the end. It creaks open under my hand, and we step out into the alley, cool night air rushing against my skin carrying the scent of spilled beer, grease, and faint cigarette smoke.
Not exactly the romantic backdrop I pictured for my first time, but I’ve decided tonight doesn’t need to make sense. It just needs to bemine.
The door swings shut behind us with a muffled clang, sealing us off from the bar and everyone in it. I turn to face Ares, crooking a finger to beckon him as a slow, seductive smile curls my lips.
He watches me like a predator tracking prey, those dark eyes completely focused. “I like a girl who knows what she wants,” he murmurs, voice rough around the edges as he steps in close.
I’m not that girl, though– notreally. I’m never this forward. But tonight, I know what Idon’twant, and that’s to leave this city without doing something reckless, real, and completely on my own terms.
He’s so close now, heat radiating off him, his eyes steady on mine. I grab a fistful of his shirt and yank him in before I can second-guess it, tasting his surprise as I crush my lips against his.
Hesitation flickers for half a heartbeat, then he’s all in, arms locking around me, mouth devouring mine like I just gave him permission to go feral.
And god, maybe I did.
Though I can’t say I regret it with the way he’s kissing me right now. I pegged this guy as the worst, but he’s thebestat this. Ares kisses like he’s intent on ruining me for all other men. It’s slow at first, then deep and demanding, his tongue sweeping against mine in a rhythm that sends heat surging through my body at a fever pitch.
Out here, there’s no jokes, no swagger– just heat and hunger and raw intent. He’s quiet and focused, hellbent on making me forget everything else but the feel of his lips on mine. Still cocky, but in a way that makes my stomach flip instead of my eyes roll.
Ares walks me backwards and pins me gently against the brickwall of the building, his body crowding in, hips pinning mine in place. His hands settle low on my waist, fingers flexing like he’s trying to hold himself back.
I don’t want him to hold back.
His scent, his touch, everything about him has my inner wolf chanting a chorus ofmore more moreas I hike a leg up over his hip, signaling that I’m on board with taking this further.
“Here?” he murmurs against my lips, voice edged with restraint.
I nod, fisting the front of his shirt to pull him impossibly closer. “Less talking. More doing.”
He groans at that, lips dragging down the side of my neck, teeth scraping my skin just enough to make me gasp. One hand finds the edge of my shirt, slipping underneath to drag over bare skin, his palm hot against the dip of my waist. The other moves to my thigh, hooking my leg tighter around him, the pressure between us maddening.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“Good,” I whisper, my own voice barely steady.
His hand trails lower, dipping beneath the hem of my skirt and cupping between my legs through my underwear. A shudder runs through me, hips tilting into the contact. He pushes aside my panties and strokes his fingers through my folds, his touch sending a jolt through my body, almost too intimate for what this is supposed to be. The pleasure is instant and blinding, and I bite down hard on my lip to keep from moaning like I’ve completely lost control– which, judging by the smug look on his face, I already have. I stifle a gasp, squeezing his shoulder, the pressure building faster than I thought possible.
“You’re so wound up,” he murmurs, sinking a finger inside me and spreading my wetness up to my clit, teasing it with gentle pressure. “Is this all for me, baby? Cause I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been thinking about this since the second I saw you.”
“Then stop thinking and just do it,” I grit out as I grind down against his hand, chasing friction.
His laughter rumbles against my chest, and I realize he’s having fun with this. Withme. And I don’t want to think about how much I like it. I don’t want to think at all.
Turns out I don’t have to, because in the next blink, his mouth is back on mine, hungry and relentless. Ares grips my thighs and liftsme easily, pinning me to the wall with his body. I groan against his lips, the roughness of the bricks biting through my clothes, but I don’t care. I want this; wanthim. I want to forget the future, forget my own damn name, forget everything except how good this feels.
Ares strokes my clit with one hand, the other fumbling with his belt, shoving his jeans and boxers down his hips. I feel the press of his bare cock against my inner thigh, hot and hard, soft as velvet. My entire body is humming with excitement, the pulse between my legs drumming a steady, urgent beat as he replaces his fingers with the head of his dick. He rubs it against my clit, drags it down to my opening…
Then he stops.
Ares suddenly breaks the kiss, pulling back to look into my eyes. “You sure you don’t wanna go somewhere else?”
I’m so breathless with anticipation I can barely speak. “Shut up and fuck me,” I say, my voice coming out ragged and hoarse. I need this to happennow, before I lose my damn nerve.
He flashes a wicked smile that leaves me dizzy. “Yes, ma’am,” he growls, sliding his hand up my thigh and gripping on tight. The broad tip of his cock presses against my entrance and he snaps his hips forward, filling me in a single, brutal thrust.
I cry out as he tears through my resistance, the sudden shock of pain making me clench around him involuntarily.
