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Challenge flashed in her eyes as an angry flush crept up her cheeks. She opened her mouth to likely tell me to go to hell, but I didn’t give her the opportunity. My palm encircled her delicate throat as I stared daggers at her, anger, fear, frustration, and most confusing of all, desire rushing through my veins.

Before I could stop myself, my lips crashed down onto hers. I couldn’t go another second without feeling her kiss. Now that I’d had it once, the memory lay in wait in the back of my mind every moment of every day. She was an addiction I’d never expected to be vulnerable to. But just one taste of her, and I was hooked.

Instead of shoving me away, Merri pulled me closer, a soft whimper escaping her as she reached up to weave her fingers through my hair and hold me in place. I took the opportunity of her parted lips to slide my tongue inside her mouth, deepening our kiss. Fuck, I wanted her.

No, Ineededher.

Bending my knees slightly, I grasped her around the thigh with my free hand and pulled her up. She wrapped her legsaround me, locking our bodies together and pressing the rigid length of my cock against her center. The way she moaned into my mouth as she rolled her hips in search of the friction my steel-hard erection provided pulled a groan of pleasure from me in return. If only she was wearing a skirt, I could tug her panties to the side and drive into her.

But I wasn’t so lucky.

A pointed cough to my left had me pulling away from her, though I kept her pressed up against the wall and shielded her with my body so I could assess the threat.

Waiting for us both at the other end of the alley were three very familiar, very pissed-off horsemen.

“Fuck.”

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

GRIM

“Where have you got off to, wildflower?” I murmured, stalking through the halls after finding Merri’s room empty.

The cameras we used to keep tabs on our little captive had been down since the earthquake. Malice was doing everything he could to get them back online as fast as possible, but without his computer, we were flying blind.

All her usual haunts were empty, and with each one I checked, my ire mounted.

One tiny succubus should not be wreaking this much havoc on my life.

“Fucking Lilith.”

As I shoved through the gym door, I had a scolding poised on the tip of my tongue. She shouldn’t wander around without us knowing her plans. It was risky enough when the cameras had been working and we could keep an eye on her. But even then, the last time she did that, she nearly steamed herself to death.

But as with every other room, no one was there. Not even a wisp of perfume lingered as evidence of her presence.

“Fucking hell.”

It should not be this difficult to locate a single woman. The penthouse was large, but it wasn’t unending. Where the hell could she be?

Deciding this was no longer solely my responsibility, I took the stairs two at a time and bellowed for my brothers. If my day had to be interrupted with this nonsense, so did theirs.

“All right, all right, keep your shirt on, old man. I was taking a nap and having the nicest dream,” Sin drawled as he padded down the hall, sleep rumpled and groggy.

“How nice you were able to take a nap while the rest of us continue to work on getting this place up to scratch again,” Malice groused, joining us in the hallway.

Sin squinted at him, annoyance coloring his expression. “What do you want me to do, Mal? Fuck the holes in the wall? I’m not exactly built for repair work. Though I do have a great handyman outfit at the ready for when roleplay requires.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Mal asked.

“Yes. He is.” The sigh in my words had to betray my irritation, but Sin just grinned at us both.

“As a heart attack. I have a whole costume box. Construction worker, fireman, police officer, and my favorite... cowboy.” He waggled his brows. “Oh! And how could I forget my priest costume? That one is a frequent flier.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t say pilot,” Mal muttered.

“Oh, he’s a frequent flier too.”

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