Page 71 of Shades of Scars

Of course, though, she doesn’t at all react the way I’d expected her to. She curls her body upward then until we are eye level, and then she grasps my face in her hands and kisses me. The way she kisses is nearly enough to bring me to my knees. She kisses me like my lips are the oxygen she needs to survive in the world.

It’s the best goddamn feeling in the world, and I never want it to end.

For several minutes, she kisses me, and I am content to continue. Eventually, she pulls back, and stares right into thedarkest depths of my soul. “This doesn’t change anything for me, Lark. I am honored that I get to be your first for everything for the rest of our lives.”

And just like that, I sign myself over to this woman. My entire heart, body, and soul. Everything I am belongs to her. There isn’t a single thing in this world I wouldn’t do for her just to hear her say those words to me again for the first time.

With that, she settles back down against the mattress, but not before she wraps her hand around my cock. Gently, she brings me to her entrance, and with the help of her heels pressing into the base of my spine, I slide home inside of her. That’s exactly what it feels like to be fully sheathed inside of my scent matched omega.

Like coming home.

I spend several minutes thrusting in and out of her in a lazy rhythm, marveling at the way she feels wrapped around me. She lets me explore the way I want to, and for that, I couldn’t be more thankful. She’s patient with me, but after a while, she starts to lift her hips up off the bed to drive us together faster and faster.

With each stroke, the fire burning within us reaches new heights. I grip her hips and do exactly as she asked of me before my confession. I completely lose control. My hips snap forward with brutal precision until I am stilling inside of her with a loud, obscene groan of pleasure.

She cries out my name softly, digging her heels into my ass hard enough to make my knot pop past her natural barriers. As soon as we are locked together and my knot swells to fill every internal inch of her, I come again so hard that I nearly black out.

And that’s exactly how I spend the rest of the night, buried knot deep inside of the girl of my dreams.

An alpha really could get used to this.

45

Lark

“I’ve booked a contractor to come out and take a look at the nest to see if we can manage to build the nursery onto it. If so, I’d like to have the project done before Scarlett gets too far along so she’ll still have energy to decorate.” Caito’s flippant words make me pause on the sidewalk just outside the police station before I even have a chance to reach for the door handle.

He beats me to it, offering me a brilliant—slightly unhinged—smile in the process. “You are so incredibly random. You were just talking about all the ways you want to disembowel the shooter on the way over here like three minutes ago. Hang his entrails over street lamps lining the Parkway to serve as a warning? Ring any bells?” The look my pack brother gives me makes a slight shudder race down my spine.

I trust this man with my life, but he gives me the serious heebie-jeebies most days.

“I will do that, but I don’t have to let that take up all of my head space. I thought you’d be happy to know I am being proactive in getting things ready for our new arrival.” He makes it sound like fucking sunshine and roses.

Caito is a certified psychopath.

I shake my head as the door swings shut behind us. Rhett, one of my contacts here, looks up from his spot behind the desk, and quirks a brow at me when we approach. He refuses to lookat Caito. I can’t say I blame him. He’s like a big, terrifying fire demon. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had flames dancing in his eyes if I even dared to look at him again. “You’re early. Your guy is already back with the prisoner.”

I stop in my tracks and exchange a look with Caito. “What guy?” Caito leans his elbows on the counter, all but pressing his nose against the bullet proof glass wall that separates Rhett from the rest of the world.

Rhett looks between the both of us, confusion furrowing his brow. “He said he was with you.” Growling, I ignore him and stride around the closed off desk and head down the hall. This wasn’t my first time doing business here. I knew exactly where I needed to go.

Rhett calls something to my back, but I don’t hear him over the pounding of my heart. What if the owner of the bounty sent someone to take out the shooter before we could get answers out of him? Caito must be on the same wavelength as me, because he’s hot on my heels.

I practically kick the door to the interrogation room off its hinges and charge inside without a second thought. I stop dead, and Caito shoves me aside so he can enter the room, too. The moment he gets stock of the situation, he curses something rather colorful I’d rather not repeat, slamming the door shut behind us.

“You were told to fucking call me when you got in.” My pack brother snarls at the alpha leaning back in the chair across from our prisoner. He’s dressed like a damn mercenary, bullet proof vest and everything on full display, with-

“Are those fucking grenades?” I bark out in disbelief, and the legs of the chair he’s leaning in slam down to the floor so he can twist in his seat to look from Caito, then to me. I’m pinned in place by hard, dark green eyes that are honestly even more terrifying to look into than Caito’s. He has a cigarette betweenhis lips, and as soon as he spots me, his lips tilt into a freakish smile that sets my teeth on edge.

“Lark Asoro. Brother Archie has told us a lot about you.” The stranger rises to his feet, towering over me by a good five inches. I have to crane my damn neck just to look up at him. Both arms are covered in swirls of tattoos that crisscross a shit ton of scars that the ink doesn’t do well to hide.

And that’s just his forearms.

He’s got a deep scar that bisects his left eye, slashing right through it, and ending at the corner of his nose. His neck—what I can see of it anyway over the vest he’s wearing over the short-sleeved black shirt—is also covered in thick lined tattoos.

“Caito,” I turn to my pack brother. “What the actual fuck?” I make sure I keep my tone calm and collected. No way am I going to let this guy know that I find him even scarier than my psychopath pack mate.

“I called in a favor to help us hunt down information to bring down Erossi’s organization. This is a term of the agreement I made with Warrick Arson. Lark, this is Fraser Arson. Certified sociopath. If you think I’m unhinged, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

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