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Three Kinds of Trouble (Sons of Templar MC 9)

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It showed off my ample assets, but not in a way that would be inappropriate for a family barbeque. Though this was a Sons of Templar barbeque, so I didn’t think it required the same kind of outfit as the WASP barbeques I used to attend with Derek.

Ugh, Derek.

I did not need to think of him at that moment.

When I was brave enough to look up at Hades, I melted. I truly fucking melted.

I couldn’t say his eyes had softened because there was nothing soft about this man. I was pretty sure it was impossible for anything about him to be soft or tender. And although I had thought that’s what I wanted, I realized I hadn’t known what I wanted. What I needed. Until that very fucking moment.

“Freya,” he said through gritted teeth. It was a warning. One that made me take two steps back without even consciously thinking about it.

Hades followed me. All the way back into my dressing room. He slammed the flimsy door shut behind him. Everything was moving in slow motion, my heart thundering against my ribcage. In my throat.

Somewhere, far away, in another world or maybe in another dressing room, women entered, chatting.

Hades and I stared at each other for a split second, for an eternity, before he approached me. Or maybe I approached him. Either way, his hand was at the back of my neck, bringing our bodies and mouths together. We crashed against each other. Tongues. Teeth. Desire that had been building for weeks, fire that had been simmering for months. It wasn’t just an inferno now. It was something else entirely. A fucking explosion. Destroying everything in its path. Even now, in the state that I was in, I knew that nothing would ever be the same after this.

Then again, nothing had been the same since the night we met.

And I was totally fucking okay with that.

“Fuck,” he hissed against my mouth, his other hand at my ass, bunching up the dress. “I knew you’d taste like this. Like goddamned destruction.”

There was no time to digest this, no time to explore the heat in his eyes. No, he was kissing me again. He was devouring me fucking whole.

And I let him. Gladly.

Something ripped. My sanity, maybe. More realistically, it was the thin strap of the dress. Hades jerked the fabric covering my breast away as if it was nothing, his palm kneading my bare ass.

I moaned in a way that was much too loud and much too sexual, but I couldn’t control it.

He bent down and put my nipple in his mouth, tracing his tongue over the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing against me. I tore my fingers through his hair, itching to yank it out by the root. My body writhed against the wall, and I feared I was going to break it down. Men had explored my nipples with their mouths before, and it had been nice, but nowhere near as stimulating as every porno made it seem.

Now I was questioning every man who’d come before Hades and wondering whether every porno producer was actually a woman who had, at some point, been fucked by Hades or a some kind of alpha male.

My climax started building, my body tensing, readying to explode. Solely from his lips on my fucking nipple. Although I knew that the orgasm that I was a handful of moments away from having was going to be fucking awesome, really fucking awesome, I did not want my first orgasm with Hades to be fromhis lips on my nipple. I wanted his cock in my pussy.

“Hades,” I huffed out, pulling at his hair in a different way now. “The first time we have sex cannot be in a dressing room at Nordstrom.” My voice was breathy and not at all convincing, considering his mouth was on my nipple and his fingers were probing the edge of my panties.

“I know,” he murmured, removing his lips from my nipple.

But his fingers did not move.

No, they did move.

They moved inside me.

First inside my panties, then inside of me.

I gasped, my knees giving out. Hades somehow held me up while his fingers worked expertly inside of me, coated in my need for him.

“I didn’t want the first time I get inside your cunt to be somewhere I couldn’t make you scream without getting us arrested,” he murmured in my ear, fingers still moving inside of me. “I had plans for you, Freya. To own you. To take every part of you.” His mouth moved upward, tongue slipping into my mouth. He tasted of man and sex.

“I wanted to taste every part of you,” he continued against my mouth, putting another finger inside of me.

I gasped, no longer caring that we were in a public place, that there were women trying on clothes mere feet from us. That there wasn’t a solid wall anywhere around. That a world beyond this fitting room existed.



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