Page 105 of Craving Their Mate

Like a vine, she tightened her inner walls around Grayson’s cock, while releasing the tension in her ass. Grayson broke the kiss. “You’ve gone and done it now. I can’t stop even if I wanted to.”

For the next few seconds, Grayson and Rider hammered into her, their movements as powerful as the animals inside them. Heat and lust surged through her as stars burst on the back of her lids. She could no more stop her own orgasm than she could say goodbye to these magnificent men.

When their cocks exploded and pulsed, her mouth opened as she gulped in more air. When her climax claimed her, it was as if she’d been hit with lightning, and Paris embraced their power completely.

Rider stayed inside her until his cock stopped pulsating. Grayson did the same, but then he slipped out.

“I’ll get a towel,” Grayson said.

He was gone and back in seconds. Rider lifted her up and placed her on the bed. Once she cleaned up, Paris remained sprawled on the bed, reliving the momentous union.

“Promise me one thing?” Rider asked.

“What’s that?”

“Don’t try to go after any bad guy by yourself ever again. Just thinking that man could have harmed you nearly killed us.”

She smiled. “The only bad man was my father, and suffice it to say, we will find evidence to put him away for a long time. So, no, I won’t be chasing anyone else.”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

The next day,General Armand flew them back to Canada to find that final nail to drive into Richard Delancey’s coffin.

Not only did they need to locate the cocaine lab and then shut it down, they wanted Dr. Delancey to pay for his wrongdoings. No one knew how many other Colters were involved in the operation, but the general seemed to think Paul Statler was somehow involved. Because of that, he wanted Richard Delancey to be punished.

Right before they took off for Canada, Rider contacted Connolly and told him to return to the motel. He figured they could always speak with Gonzalez later if need be. They knew where he was staying.

Even though they were in a private jet, the trip was tiring, especially since the drive back to Ames took another ninety-minutes. When the motel came into view, Rider was actually happy to see it.

Once inside the room, he faced Grayson. “How about seeing if Connolly, Mick, and Charley can join us? I’ll grab Alex and Liam.”

“I guess I’ll wait here,” Paris said.

Rider leaned over and kissed her. “Thanks for being patient.”

He understood her frustration. They’d discussed their plan for closing the book on Richard Delancey once and for all, but it didn’t include Paris directly. He’d probably have her keep watch over any video feed so she could call the police should he and his team need help.

Rider knocked on his men’s door, and Liam answered immediately. “We’re glad you’re back. We have news.”

He liked the sound of that. “Come into our room so we can all share information.”

“Let me grab the laptop so you can see what we picked up.”

Once the whole group had convened in their room—some at the tables and the rest on the beds—Rider regaled them with how they took down Delancey.

“Too bad he didn’t put up a fuss,” Connolly said. “I bet ripping out his throat would have been quite satisfying.”

“Maybe, but like the man you caught, Delancey needs to rot in a jail of his peers.”

Paris huffed out a laugh. “Maybe Mom and I will visit him.”

“Why?” Grayson asked.

“To taunt him.” She grinned.

That was one of the many reasons why he adored her. “Love it. Liam and Alex, you said you wanted to show us something?”

“Yes. The others have seen it. This took place around five this morning.” Liam placed the computer on the table and showed them the video.

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