Page 62 of Soaring in Flames (Reborn 2)
He rubbed his hair and his ears turned red. “After you fell asleep.”
I blushed as well. “I’m guessing everyone heard?”
His smirk grew. “Yeah ,you could say that, although it made them especially asshole-ish because of the meeting going on downstairs. Those FBI assholes won’t leave until they talk to you.”
I sighed, realizing I was going to need to go down there. I climbed onto his lap, feeling how hard he was underneath me again but simply burying my head in his neck. “Let’s go down there so we can go back to bed,” I offered as he rumbled with frustration.
“I don’t want them around you,” he confessed with a low growl.
“But the others deserve some rest,” I pointed out feeling worried about them.
“So god damn sweet,” he mumbled, looking put out before picking me up and setting me onto the floor. He tugged a large hoodie over me and then sweatpants, making me smile as he muttered under his breath looking very grumpy. Then he pulled my hair back, burying his nose against my neck and squeezing me tightly.
“What are you doing?” I whispered, giggling.
“Making sure you smell like me,” he admitted, causing me to shake with laughter.
“Come on,” I whispered as he groaned, standing up and tugging on a shirt with his relaxed athletic pants. Then I continued, “Also we will figure out this protection thing...” I blushed. “I’ve never even had a period, Marco, so I think I function a little differently than you said.”
His eyes searched mine and he inhaled. “Let’s get you an appointment with a doctor who may know a thing or two about what we are dealing with. I don’t like having surprises when it comes to your health.”
“You’re sweet,” I stated softly, thinking about how dangerous and hot he was looming over me only an hour or so ago. Not so sweet then. But I loved both sides.
“Where?” I asked curiously, remembering the element about the appointment he’d mentioned, as we walked down the steps.
“Dreki realm,” he admitted softly.
“You’re taking me there?” I asked eagerly.
“Yes,” he admitted softly, “I think it’s finally time to visit home.”
Before I could respond, I was greeted by the FBI agents and all of my very annoyed looking boys, who seemed relieved upon seeing me. I smiled at that. My sweet mates.
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Marco
ICOULDN’T EVEN DESCRIBEthe odd relief it felt to have talked to her about...well, all of that. I wanted to provide for her and protect her. It was an impulse. But having her ear to listen felt like a balm to my occasional overwhelmed feeling towards everything. I still felt guilty as hell not thinking about protection. I was a bastard because even more than that I enjoyed the thought of having come inside of her...marking her completely. My dragon rumbled in agreeance and I tried to shut that shit down because this was not the time to be thinking like that. It didn’t help that I was six years older than the start of mating age. Technically, most mates would be popping out a little flight of dragons already. I groaned as my dragon nearly surged forward with excitement at the concept.
Thoughts of how fucking good she felt filled my head as I ran a hand through my messy hair, trying to not think about how tight and wet she’d been...Christ. I hadn’t exactly slept around a lot but I was in no means a virgin. She made me feel like one though. I could barely think straight and any sense of calm, or ability to not take her like a man possessed, flew out the window at those damn noises.
Her soft whimpers and moans had been fucking intoxicating and the idea of being the first man ever inside of her fucking elated me. It shouldn’t because it wouldn’t have mattered if Maya had been with a million other men...but knowing she only belonged to my flight, it fucked with my head in the best way possible. The feeling of her body under my hands and more so how her sweet ass looked pressed up against me as I slid my cock in and out of her was something I would be replaying again...and again, until I was back inside of her.
“Marco,” Henry hissed quietly enough only I could hear it. I almost smiled at that because I knew he was picking up on my thoughts and I didn’t give a fuck. What I did give a fuck about? These fucking FBI agents who were causing Maya not to be in bed, relaxing and resting.
“I’m not really sure what else you are looking to know,” Maya fielded softly as both of them exchanged frustrating glances. “No one said we couldn’t leave the country, something they’ve explained before, and we ended up coming back after the weekend, so obviously if we were hiding from you...we would be failing terribly.”
Bradley, the newer asshole, grunted, “You can’t just leave the fucking country in the middle of an investigation.”
“You swear at her again and I’ll snap your neck!” Atlas snarled as my eyebrows went up. Atlas was notoriously calm and measured, so the anger was surprising.
“Did you just threaten an FBI—”
“Yes,” Atlas hissed. “You have been here for over three hours.” Had it really been three hours? I knew at least a third of that I’d spent buried in Maya.
I looked over at her sated and relaxed gaze as she relaxed on Sai’s lap, her hand intertwined with Ledgers next to him. She looked completely unphased by these assholes.
My brother continued, “Get the answers you need and get the fuck out.”
