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“Just happy to see him.” I point at his left, pretending to look at someone. The moron automatically glances that way, and I take the opportunity to grab the pistol while hitting his wrist with the bottom of the knife’s handle, forcing him to let go.
While he’s still moaning, I click the safety on and toss the gun at Grizzly. He catches it midair and slides it in the back of his jeans. Never wished to be an inanimate object before. There’s a first time for everything.
“Guess my creator has to wait a little longer.” My statement earns a killer glower from Marcus.
“Fuuuuck! Easy to gloat with that fucking sword in your hand,” he spits out, cracking his neck. Didn’t he aim a pistol at me a few seconds ago?
“It still won’t be fair for you. But I feel generous today.” I sheathe the knife back in my leather coat.
A sudden breeze ruffles my hair and brushes my beard. I’m fucking invigorated, and not even the smell of piss and trash plaguing the alley can take me down from this high.
“Do your worst and let me look good.” I wink at him and tilt my head toward Bear Man. “Is he looking at me?” I stage whisper, and I can clearly hear a snort from my grizzly this time.
“Fucking scum! I’ll kill both of you,” he screams.
“You lasted less than a minute before with Grizzly there. Hmm. Wonder if you’re the same with your partners. Stamina is pretty important.”
My taunt works, and he charges at me, blinded by his stupid pride. His big shoulder hits me fully in the torso, making me back up a step. It hurts like a bitch, especially when he starts punching my sides.But damn, I’m here for it!
I lock my arm around his head and deliver a hard left to his nose with my brass knucks, followed by an elbow between his shoulders. As soon as his arms let go of me, I knee him in the balls, cringing at his agonizedoomph. That kind of pain, I don’t want to feel.
I push him back and land a full, heavy-handed bitch slap on his cheek. His face snaps to the side, and I make it turn the other way with a mean hook to his temple, and finally another one to his stomach. He bumps right into Grizzly, who’s not happy about it. And he shows it with a quick, forceful thrust, headbutting him onto the ground once again.
We exchange another long stare. My bear man doesn’t look afraid of me. Taller and stronger, why would he be? He seems alert, wary and curious, perhaps.
His hair is shaved short, his nose important, and a light stubble covers his cheeks. His body is powerful perfection. He’s the living embodiment of desire, radiating sex vibes my way, creating an incredible, balls-deep attraction. I’m fucking ready to be played with like a damn puppet.
“Who are you?” he asks with that gruff voice, which I’ve already stored in my head for myslap and tickletimes. Those large, juicy lips could easily send me to the moon and back.
The hitman’s body jerks against the wall.
“You’re strangling him too much. His lips are turning blue. That’s my pleasure you’re taking away.”Would you be interested in another kind of pleasure?I almost utter. But no, it’s too premature.
He frowns at me, but slightly releases the donor’s neck with his deliciously dark eyes still on me.
“You shouldn’t scowl so much. You’ll give yourself a headache.” I bite my lower lip in a flirty way, but then I remember my long beard covering my mouth. It really is time to give it a shave.
“I don’t ask twice,” he warns me. Cute…and hot as fuck.
Yes, sir.My dickstands to attention. “I’m just an interested fella. The shithead you’re holding? I’ll take him off your hands if you don’t mind. You have about five minutes to interrogate him. I’ll leave you the little brother, though.” I point at Marcus coughing with his face on the cement.
I expect more questions or a belligerent attitude. But instead, he turns to the hitman, spins him, and slowly slides him up the wall until they are face to face. My donor is not muscular, but is not scrawny either, and Bear Man easily lifts him almost three feet off the ground.
My grizzly has just turned up the heat inside of me to blazing.Can’t stop thinking if he can do the same thing to me…hand around my throat, biceps bulging while he makes me take it, bouncing on his cock.
Hell, the desire twists tightly inside my guts.
“Talk,” he growls in the donor’s face. But he gets no response.
“May I?” I ask him, taking a couple of slow steps his way with my hands up, palms showing.
His gaze flicks between my eyes and then slides down my body, surely measuring me. But what it really does is start a tingling sensation in my balls. His eyes stop on my fingerless gloves. People usually look at them, thinking they’re a fashion choice, and maybe they became that with time. It certainly grew into a collection. I can admit that they’ve turned into an ever-present part of my ensembles.
Grizzly moves slightly back, and despite the long foot between us, I can feel his warmth caressing my side. His rich, slightly smoky scent enters my nostrils, and damn, I wish I could just bathe in it.
I focus on the donor, and raising my hand, I flick my middle finger hard on his forehead—it always helps waking my brother, Uri, up when he falls asleep on the sofa inside the base. And it works like a charm this time as well.
The donor groans. His hand shoots to the fingers around his neck, and when his eyes focus on us, he weakly and with great effort hisses, “Fuck…you.”
