Page 52 of Capture Me
I’m mewling, back arching, fingers moving in and out as I rapidly build toward that peak. My palm presses down, adding the pressure my clit desperately needs.
“Oh, fuck! Yes… I’m coming...Fuck!” My walls contract, gripping my fingers as I plummet over the edge. Stars cloud my vision, and for a second, I think I feel wetness against my thigh, but I’m so off balance, so far gone out of my body from my climax that nothing feels real.
Slowly, I come back down to earth, my heart regaining its regular rhythm. I melt back against the pillows and open my eyes.
Matteo is no longer above me, but several steps away, his back to me. At this angle, I get the perfect view of the giant tattoo spanning across his muscular back. The giant angel wings spread from shoulder to shoulder, and in the middle is a hooded figure with a bloodied sword. An angel of death or protection? Both maybe. Just like him.
Silence stretches between us, and he still doesn’t look at me. I snatch my panties off the ground and stand to slide them back on when he finally speaks.
“Like I said, you can try to tempt us, but your plan isn’t going to work. We don’t want you like that.”
What the fuck? I blink against the sting his words send through my chest. “You seemed to want me just now,” I point out.
He glances over his shoulder at me, and a smug as fuck grin slips into place. “I didn’t even touch you, Fallon. Just played up toyourfantasy toprove my point. So go ahead and thirst for us all you want, but at the end of the day, you're nothing to us, just a pawn in a bigger game.” He heads for the door. “Now get back in your fucking room.”
There’s a lump in my throat, but I swallow it back. Fuck him if he thinks he gets to hurt my feelings. I’m not an idiot, he was just as into what just happened as I was.
I flip off his retreating form, then find my book he tossed across the room and slowly head back down the stairs.
I'm lying in bed when I hear the click of the lock.
Asshole.
Chapter 19
Matteo
If Akio doesn’t get his ass moving, we’re going to be late.
I glare at the front door from where I’m leaning against my black Mercedes in a navy suit and tie. I fucking hate wearing ties, but hey, someone needs to be the face of Lunar Security. Declan is too much of a wild card to take on the role, and Akio’s more comfortable behind his screens. So here I am.
My watch reads a quarter to seven. I grit my teeth and lean in through the open driver’s side window to blare the horn. Akio is never late, and I think I know what his hold up is.
The front door opens. “Okay, shit. I’m coming!” Akio shouts as he heads down the steps. He’s not alone, just as I suspected. Fallon trails after him, followed closely by Declan. All three of them have shit-eating grins on their faces, like they’re all in on the same inside joke. The sight makes my chest burn.
“You two aren’t coming,” I bite out, doing my best not to stare at Fallon’s perfect ass in those leggings as she turns to talk to Dec, and the way her nipples tighten under her thin sports bra from the cool morning air.
“Not yet,” Declan whispers in Fallon’s ear, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.
She pushes at his chest playfully, but the sly smile that screams sex and sin she shoots his way has me swinging the door open so aggressively, I nearly whack Hades, who’d been trotting after them, in the head.
“Shit, sorry, boy.” I give him a quick pat on the head, but he looks less than impressed with me. And so does Fallon.
Those sharp green eyes narrow on me. “Watch it,” she snaps, then kneels in front of Hades, letting him give her kisses. “Poor baby, did the mean Matteo almost hurt you because he’s jealous?”
“I’m not fucking jealous, Menace.” I am. I am so fucking jealous it’s insane. Not that I’ll ever admit that to any of them. “Akio, let’s go, we’re going to be late.” I climb into the driver’s seat and hang my arm out the window.
He takes a step toward the car, but his attention remains on Fallon who is now bent over, ass up, stretching her legs. “What are you two going to do today?” Akio glances between her and Declan. He looks put out about having to leave and miss out on any fun.
“We’re going to go for a run,” she says, grinning up at him from between her legs. My dick strains against my zipper at the sight.
I haven’t been able to stop replaying the way she’d looked, flushed and begging for my dick as she came all over her hand in the library the other night. Or how I came with her – only, in my fucking pants like a goddamn virgin. She didn’t know about that though, I’m sure of it. I’d turned away to hide the evidence while she was coming down from the high of her orgasm. And then I’d been an asshole, telling her that none of us wanted her like that.
It was a lie. She only has to look around at the three of us now, drooling over the way she’s standing, to know it was a lie. Whether or not we like it, we are all falling under Fallon Helix’s spell.
“She challenged me to a race.” Declan grins. “Then I’m going to put her through a few drills.”
“Well, I guess prisoners need some exercise too,” Akio teases.
