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My back arches off Xander’s chest as my need for this man’s touch turns feral. These men can turn me into a puddle of want and so much more with a simple flick of their fingers. Letting out another needy moan, Xander finally takes pity on me and gives me what my body is craving. His fingers run up through my folds before gliding down to my core. “So wet for me, Little Bird. So needy. You’re soaking wet, just for me to enjoy.” My pussy spasms around the tip of Xander’s finger that’s teasing my opening. Ever so slowly, he presses his digit into my core. Before I know it, he is pulling out and replacing one with two, then three, but I need more. He starts to fuck me with his fingers at a steady pace, in, out, in, out. Curling them just right to make my toes curl.

“P-please Xander.” My words are a plea to stop teasing and to just fuck me. The hand around my throat loosens its hold before shifting down to my chest. My dress has a sweetheart line, so the top of my breast peek out. The thin straps that band around my shoulders had no chance against this man as he grips the fabric at my breast and yanks. The top half of my dress falls to my waist as Xander’s hand replaces the material. His thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging at my pebbled nipple.

“Look at these pretty pink nipples. I bet that pussy of yours is just as pretty right now. Should I find out?” I nod my head as I press my chest further into his rough hands. He lets out a chuckle at my over eagerness. Suddenly, his hands leave my body, and I almost cry out in protest before he shifts, rising from his seated position. I move with him to stand, thinking we are going to move to the couch, but he grabs my wrists and moves them to the desk in front of us. His foot taps at mine to open up my legs, and I do as he demands. “Now be a good girl and stay just like this.” I do as I’m told and listen to the rustling of fabric behind me.

I should be embarrassed. Standing half naked, bent over a desk, no underwear, and the top of my dress hanging around my waist, but I’m not.

“Don’t move Baby.” Hands glide up my legs a second later and I have to force myself not to jump at the contact. When he reaches my upper thighs, my dress gets flipped up over my ass before Xander shoves his face between my thighs. His tongue instantly making contact with my core, and I moan at the feeling. I needed this after everything today. Xander’s hands wrap around my thighs and yanks them apart and back, shoving himself deeper as he devours me like a man starved. He lets out a groan of his own as his once eager licks slow before stopping all together.

“I need you, Wren. I need to fuck you, fill you full of my cum. I want you dripping with me when the others come home tonight. Can you handle that, Little Bird?” I nod eagerly for him to do just that. I’m so drunk on lust, I forget Xander’s rule. A second later, Xander is molded to my back, his hand wrapped around my throat, and pulling back as he places his lips next to my ear. “Words.”

It takes everything in me to speak, but I do. “Y-Yes. I want that.” Xander places a soft kiss on my pulse point before lining his hips up with mine. I can feel his cock slide against my wet core and my pussy cries out with excitement. He thrusts his thick cock against my core a few times in a teasing manner before adjusting himself, the tip right at my core. “Please Xander.” I’m begging at this point.

“Wren. I love you.” The words penetrate the lusty fog a half second before Xander slams home. I feel a pinch of pain from the stretch of Xander’s size, but he gives me a second to breathe before he moves again. I don’t have a chance to process Xander’s words before he moves. He starts with a slow but steady pace, in and out. His firm hand is around my throat, keeping me still as he pounds into me. My hips bump the hard edge of the desk as my hands slip against the slick wood. My orgasm builds with each thrust of Xander’s hips, his cock hitting a certain spot just right that causes mini shocks to shoot through my core. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Wrennnn… Fuck.” Xander’s slow pace breaks as he starts to pistol his hips against my ass. Our combined moans and the slapping of skin, an orchestra of sounds. I’m on the edge of total bliss when Xander leans down, forcing my head to turn in his direction, and takes my mouth with his. His thrusts barely falter as he devours me, body and soul. My climax hits me like a hurricane, my body sparking to life with pure euphoria. Xander must follow me over the edge as he thrusts once more before settling deep within. Our breathing is erratic as we try to catch our breaths. My pulse going a mile a minute before skipping a beat at Xander’s next whispered words.

“I love you, Wren, and I will kill anyone who thinks they can hurt you.”

Chapter fifteen

JAXON

Adrian’sfatherhadovertwenty owned properties around the city. Most seem to be empty apartments or storefronts. I’m guessing some were safe houses and others pit stops for shipments. The late Mr. West was a businessman to the core. Anything he could get his dirty hands on to make a little cash, he would. Drugs, weapons, skins — he didn’t care. He wasn’t a horrible man, but money can really change a man. Just like his entitled little asshat of a son. My guess is: He is still hiding behind daddy, even after the man is dead and buried.

Mav and I, along with about six other men in a separate car, head to the first address on the south side of the city. We didn’t want to leave Wren, not with her clinging to me like she feared for my life. I’ve never had anyone care for me like Wren does. The guys always cared, but it’s different when it’s a woman. Your woman, but I know Xander will keep her safe. Plus, we all know Wren will be the safest once we catch this bastard.

Pulling up to our destination, we take all the precautions, parking a few houses down before heading to the back of our SUV. Waiting for the others to join us, Mav and I grab two 9mms a piece, plus some extra ammo. We each tuck away one for backup. This isn’t our first rodeo, so having a spare could save your life.

Once we all grouped up, we head for the house, keeping to the shadows. The sun fell about half an hour ago, so the brisk night helps to hide us. We split up into two teams. The first, Mav and I, with two other men, take positions at the front of the house, while the other four head to the back. Once the signal is given, two sharp whistles, we move as one. I kick in the front door, and we go in, guns blazing. Not willing to take any more chances to let Adrian get the upper hand. Room by room, we clean the place within seconds. Empty. There are signs that someone might have been here before, but it could have been anyone at any time. Even squatters.

“Motherfucker!” Mav yells, kicking the wall. “This is going to take all night and we don’t even know if he’s going to be in one of these addresses.”

“He can’t run forever. So, let’s leave him a message.” Looking around the place, I notice it’s pretty bare. Idea after idea drifts through my mind, but only one sparks some joy. Turning to one of our men, I give him my orders. “Run back to the SUV and grab a spare gas can.” He gives me a nod before heading out. Turning back to Maverick, I give him my best grin. “Let’s burn his shit to the ground.” The savage grin on Mav returns tells me everything.

After setting fire to the first address, we move on. Addresses number two through seven are busts as well. Each one looking like the first. Bare and empty of any actual sign of Adrian. But with fires going up around the city, we’re betting Adrian has either already gotten the message that we are hunting him, or he will soon.

Address eight is a bit more promising. The empty storefront looked less deserted. A couple of blankets, take out boxes, etc. What made us believe it was used by Adrian was the computer setup. A laptop and extra monitor sat in the far corner on a plain metal desk. We collected the laptop from one of the tech guys and burned the rest to the ground.

It’s been two hours since we started and every address was a bust, but with one left, we powered on. All we want to do is head home to our girl. The last place is a small three-bedroom house on the east side of the city. It’s also the closest to our home. “Let’s get this over with. I smell like gasoline and need a shower.” Mav calls out as we wait for the other six men to join us again. I give him a quick nod before cracking my neck and stretching my arms out.

I have a feeling about this one address. It’s not a good one. Would Adrian be that dumb to set up base this close to our home? Possibly risk being seen. The answer is yes. He seems stupid enough and eager enough to get his hands on Wren to pull a cocky move like that.

In no time, we are all in position, ready to end the night when I give the signal. This time, Mav kicks in the back door and we all charge in. Guns raised and at the ready. We enter through the kitchen and split in different directions to clear the house. Lowering my gun, I holster when I find nothing in the living room. Thinking we hit another fucking brick wall of nothing, I pull out my phone and dial Xander but right as he answers I hear Mav call out to me from the back of the house.

I can hear Xander asking me a question on the other side of the phone. “Did you find anything?” I’m about to reply when I enter the doorway of the room Maverick is in. My jaw hits the floor a second before my shock wears off.

“That motherfucking asshole. I’m going to string him up by his intestines. Cut off his dick and make him choke on it. Fuck him up the ass with a baseball bat full of screws.” Every possible way to kill a man in the worst, most painful way pops into my head faster than I can spit them out. I’m so lost in my rage that I don’t even realize the hand with my phone in it is going through a wall. When I pull it back out, drywall dust flies everywhere and my phone is not smashed. Fuck.

Maverick’s phone rings a second later. He answers and places it on speaker. How Mav is staying calm is a surprise to me, especially after seeing all this shit. “Someone tell me what the fuck is going on?”

I leave Mav to explain it all as I move closer to the wall. My eyes shift all over the place, trying to sort out everything I see. “Well, the best way to explain it is some type of stalkers shrine of Wren. Hundreds of pictures of Wren are all over the wall. Some of her and Abby at her bookshop. Some of her and one of us, but our faces are blacked out. If I took a guess, Adrian is more than obsessed with Wren, man.” Faintly, I hear Xander let out his own curse, but I’m too focused on this wall of my Princess. She looks gorgeous in all the photos, but the fact Adrian had them taken enrages me to no ends.

“Pack it all up and bring it back. Wren is worried and wants you guys home soon.” With no further words needed, he hangs up.

Mav steps up next to me as I focus on the images more closely. “These are all from the last two weeks. How has no one noticed someone following us?”

“I don’t know, man, but I’m betting he had someone else take these. He knows we are looking for him and would easily notice him, but you heard Xander. Our woman is waiting for us. Let’s pack it up and burn it down.” He slaps me on the back and barks orders at the men to take everything down. Within minutes, the house is cleared and a trail of gasoline leads out to the front porch. “Would you like to do the honors, brother?” Maverick hands me a lighter, making me grin.

“With pleasure.” Leaning down, I light the lighter and place the small yet mighty flame on the trail of accelerant. With a whoosh, the gasoline lights, rushing to the house. We stand there for a few minutes, wanting to make sure it all burns.

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