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Iclutched his neck and burrowed deeper into his embrace. “Don’t kill him. Please.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”
I breathed deeply, inhaling his scent. He smelled like… a hot summer night with a thunderstorm rumbling on the horizon. A bit of ozone burn in the air, mixed with the musky smell of a man who’d been hard at work battling monsters.
He huffed out a laugh and pressed his mouth to my shoulder. “You have quite the imagination where your nose is concerned.”
I rubbed my face against him, curling against his solid chest. He felt so safe and strong. Like nothing would ever get past him. Nothing would ever hurt me while he held me. “Why have you changed your mind about Warwick?”
“I’m going to kill Aidan instead.”
I lurched up enough to search Doran’s face. His brow was heavy with deep grooves down his forehead, but there was a tiny hint of amusement in his eyes. “He wouldn’t help me.”
“Which is why I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“You’re teasing.”
One eyebrow arched and his big palm slid up my back, pressing me closer to the heat of his body. “Am I, now. Because I assure you, if any harm comes to you because his head is up his arse, he’ll beg me to kill him before I’m done.”
Even in the dream, my body felt heavy with exhaustion. I tried to lift my head so I could kiss him again, but my muscles didn’t want to work. “I think I know where you are.”
His big hand kneaded my nape, making my muscles relax even more. “I knew you would find me. Now fetch Aidan to your side, even if you have to shoot him. It’ll do you no good to come to me without them.”
“I don’t have a gun.” My words slurred, but I hoped he could understand me. “I don’t know how to shoot.”
“You don’t need a gun to wound Aidan. Take something that belongs to him. He’ll come for it soon enough. Though he may succumb to his jealousy before you can worry about it and come after Warwick.”
“I kissed him,” I whispered. “Just a little. Don’t be mad.”
His lips roamed up my throat to my ear. His breath hot. “You kissed me too, so all’s well, love. But I’d rather you not fuck the leprechaun until I can join you both.”
That made my eyes pop open a moment. “You would?”
“Aye, or you can have a go at us one by one. It’s up to you, love.”
I nuzzled back into his embrace, my face against his throat. His pulse heavy and strong against my cheek. “I’d like that.”
“Which one?”
I drifted deeper into sleep, but I could still feel his arms around me. “All the above.”
12
I’d never stolen anything before.
Dressed in black jeans and hoodie pulled up over my head, I casually walked up to the tattoo place and scanned the motorcycles parked in the front. Even standing outside the building, I could feel the treasures’ pull. They were here. Inside. Just feet away. The men I was destined to bring together. Destined to love, if Warwick could be trusted.
I’d better be able to trust him. I needed him to tell me how to drive the motorcycle, once I figured out which one was Aidan’s.
I touched the coin in my pocket—though I honestly didn’t think I needed to any more. :Which one’s his, Pointy Ears?:
:How am I supposed to know? I’m not his treasurekeeper.:
I blew out a sigh and walked up to the first bike. They all looked pretty much the same. Fairly heavy machines with big, thick tires, chrome pipes, and black leather seats. I stretched out my hand, intending to touch the leather seat, but it didn’t feel right. Holding my hand out, I walked down the row. There. This one was Keane’s. I was sure of it. I could see him flying through the night, leaning into the curves, revving the engine ever higher with a vicious smile on his face. The next one was Ivarr’s. He was the sneaky one. He hung back, quiet, casual, reserved. You’d never suspect him, until it was too late, and you realized he’d let the air out of your tires, or stuck gum to your seat before you sat down.
The next motorcycle was Aidan’s. It was a little lower than the other two, a bit of a wider seat. It looked… meaner, somehow. I didn’t know anything about motorcycles, but it wouldn’t surprise me if his had more horses under the hood. I touched the leather seat and could hear the low, rumbling growl of the engine and see Aidan’s lips curled in a vicious snarl.
:This is it:, I told Warwick as I threw my leg over and climbed onto the motorcycle. It felt wide and heavy between my thighs. Very much like straddling a man. A very thick, muscled man. It made me shiver deliciously. It’d be way better if Aidan was sitting behind me, his powerful arms locked around me as he drove us flying down the highway toward Doran.
