“Because,” she gasped. “Because you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“That’s right.” I ground my hips against hers, rubbing her clit. “I’m never gonna hurt you.” I wanted to protect her. Forever.
She locked her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to hers.
My lips a breath away from hers, I held firm. “I’m gonna come inside you, Siren.”
She moaned and thrust up.
I stilled her with a hand on her hip. “You’re gonna feel me fill you and when you come apart around me, you’re gonna know.” I was fucking claiming her.
“Know what?” she asked, breathless.
I stared at her. “What it means to be mine.”
“Talon.” Anxiety laced her voice and she grasped the sides of my face.
“Inside you, Siren.” My voice hoarse, the words strained, I warned her, “You’re going to be mine.”
Blue eyes looked at me with something close to fear but I thrust hard and her face dissolved into need. I slipped my fingers between us and stroked her clit. She gasped and her legs started to shake.
“Come. Now,” I rasped before taking her mouth and her body. I drove into her, pushed my tongue into her mouth, ground my hips and she fucking came.
Her head fell back, her eyes closed in ecstasy and she constricted around me, moaning my name like I was everything to her.
White-hot pleasure-pain ripped through my muscles. The air left my lungs, my balls drew tight, and I fucking exploded inside her.
I OPENED MY EYES TO an empty bed. The sun streaming in, my chest sore, my arm throbbing, I felt the sheets next to me. Cold.
Fuck.
I rolled out of bed, threw on my pants and checked my cell. I had one text from André from a couple of hours ago.
André: Cops handled. Bike’s in your garage. Stone showed up at morgue wanting Randy’s body. Need a day or two to find out if you’re in the clear. Lay low. Maldonado has eyes all over Miami. Candle’s a dick.
The last part almost made me smile. I sent a quick text back.
Me: Thx. Copy that. Will wait to hear
I went looking for Siren. When I saw her sitting at the breakfast counter with her back to me, I let out a breath and slowed my pace. “Mornin’, beautiful.” I came up behind her and kissed the top of her head.
She flinched and her hands went to her lap like she was hiding something. “Hi.”
My instincts shot into high gear as I casually made my way around the counter. “Coffee?”
She tipped her chin at a mug in front of her. “I, um, already made it. There’s still some left.”
I poured myself a cup. Taking a sip, I studied her. “I didn’t hear you get up. Missed wakin’ up next to you.” I’d fallen asleep with her tangled in my arms. I would’ve woken up if she hadn’t been trying to sneak out. “Been up awhile?”
“Sorry. I couldn’t sleep.”
She was acting skittish as hell and I wasn’t in a mood to fuck around. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
She was lying. “Whatcha got in your lap, darlin’?”
“Oh. I…this.” She set the phone I’d given her on the counter.
I silently cursed myself for forgetting to take out the SIM card. “Callin’ someone?”
“No, I just…I didn’t know if there was going to be a service.” She lowered her voice. “For him.”
Bullshit. “How’d you plan on findin’ out?”
She frowned.
I pushed. “You know Stone’s number?”
She shrugged.
“It’s a yes or no question, Siren.”
“I used to know it.”
Christ. I hadn’t fucking considered this. If she wanted to pay her respects, I wasn’t going to deny her but fuck, being around any LCs right now wasn’t what either of us needed. “Do you want to go if there is?”
She looked away. “I’m not sure it would be a good idea.”
Thank fuck. “What was Stone talkin’ ’bout last night? Saying’ shit ’bout you and him?”
She stared out the window. “I don’t know.”
“Why’d he say it wasn’t your decision to walk away from Carter?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Look at me.” Goddamn it, I didn’t like where this was going.
She set her mug down and met my gaze.
I couldn’t read a fucking thing in her blank expression. “You married?” It was the only reason I could think of.
She didn’t hesitate. “No.”
“Then what the fuck is goin’ on?” I was walking a fine line between anger and not wanting to destroy the ground I’d made with her last night. But the more I thought about it, the more I knew I was only kidding myself. I hadn’t gotten anywhere with her last night. Everything we’d shared was in my own fucked-up head. I was trying to make something out of what was nothing more than a distraction for her grief. Her closed-off attitude and blank expression this morning were speaking loud and clear. I was a fucking idiot.