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Tynan’s curses wrapped around me, as tight as his arm that slung under my waist to hold me up so he could continue to shunt into me.

He weathered the storm of my orgasm for two deep thrusts before he pulled out of my still-fracturing body, and my body flattened into the cloud-like softness of the bed.

My pussy continued to spasm as I listened to his low grunts. The slick sound of fist over flesh as he worked his cum-soaked cock to release. And then he let out a savage shout, and I felt the warm splash of his orgasm hit the bare skin of my back.

“Fuck, little wasp,” he groaned low, painting thick ropes of his cum like a different, more indelible tattoo all over my scorpion.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, him standing over my body that was ravaged from pleasure, his own pleasure soaking into my skin.

“Beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely, and I felt his finger take a leisurely drag through his cum and trace it to every corner of the design, from the claws at the edge of my ass to the stinger. “Don’t move.”

I didn’t even have the strength to tell him I couldn’t, but that didn’t matter because I didn’t want to.

My eyes blinked slowly, catching disjointed images of him in the bathroom, running water onto a cloth, grabbing lotion. And then he was behind me again, taking care of me.

With painstaking tenderness, he cleaned my back and the tender juncture of my thighs. Then he lotioned the sore skin of my ass, making sure every possible hurt has some kind of balm. And only when I felt the fresh prick of tears in my eyes at how gentle and careful he was did he step back to clean himself.

I didn’t want to look as affected as I was. I didn’t want him or even myself to think that sex had the power to completely unravel me. So, on wobbly arms, I tried to push myself up from the bed and gain my bearings.

“I said don’t move.” His low growl rumbled close just before I was weightless and in his arms.

I couldn’t help but sag into his chest—into his hold as he tucked us both into the bed.

“You’re mine, little wasp,” he rasped and pressed his lips to my forehead. “All mine.”

I shuddered, feeling the quake all the way in my bones. He risked atonement to be with me, and I risked being unbreakable to be with him. We’d both risked what had been most important to us for this…for each other. And strangely enough, it hadn’t felt like a risk at all.

“Yes,” came my soft mumble as I snuggled deeper into the warmth of his chest.

I was all his. There was no question. But I was also still…me.

And as sleep quickly claimed me, it was as I wondered what that would mean come tomorrow morning when I still planned on going with them to find my friend.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Tynan

“I’m still going.”

“I know.”

The words had been torn from my chest with all the fractured pain of a rib snapping off my sternum.

There was no stopping her. And no matter how damn bad I wanted to protect her, deep down, I didn’t want to be the thing that stood in her way; I wanted to be the man who stood by her side.

So, I kissed her. Hard. And then did what every good man does for his woman: handed her her weapon.

“Just waiting on the car.” Rob’s voice came in clear from my earpiece.

I glanced at Creed, sitting still as a statue on his big black Harley next to mine. He looked back, confirming he’d heard her, too.

“We’re in position,” I said low, my hand straying from my thigh to Sutton’s, where she straddled behind me on my bike.

Ahead of us across the street towered a modern shard of a skyscraper. Not as tall as some in the city, but as Creed had outlined from his recon, far more sophisticated.

We’d spent the whole of the day reviewing our plan. Even with an entire security team, going in there with nothing but the elements of surprise and brute force was too great a risk. If Mara was being held on the top floor, there was a good chance she’d be killed far faster than we could get to her. So, our options were limited to stealth.

“Car’s here.” Rob’s voice cut through the late-night silence.

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