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Opening my eyes on the day I get to take a piece of the man who stole everything from me is not what I expected. The nervousness I felt before is gone and replaced with the kind of determination that I feel I’ve never had before. I’m not exactly giddy to hurt the people I once considered my pack, but I don’t see any other way around this anymore.
I’ve been awake for a little over an hour now, just watching Ragnar’s chest rise and fall as he sleeps. The plans for tonight are running through my mind over and over again. This will leave the city without any defenses. Well, not completely. The guards at the event tonight will be armed, and the officers are still armed.
However, this is a big hit to the pack’s defense system and a far worse attack than Santiago’s trying to kill Ragnar. Whatever set him off has paved the way for us to no longer consider the treaty. It was broken the moment Lady Clarity, Queen Andrea, and Princess Ashlyn were murdered in the stands of their football field because of the Romano’s deal with a rogue.
I turn around and reach for my tablet, where I keep all of the files from my mother’s work. I take the file that will be released tonight as soon as we come home with our loot in arms. I check the file and make sure everything I need is in there. I sent the file to my phone and, from my encrypted email, set up a scheduled send to every werewolf media station.
“Is it weird that I find it sexy that I woke up to you being an evil little shit?” Ragnar asks from beside me. I laugh, setting the tablet down, and turn to face him, tucking my hands under my head.
“I feel that all things considered, it would be weird if you didn’t,” I smirk.
“How are you feeling?” he asks.
“I don’t want to overthink it,” I shrug. “From now on, every attack on us is going to be personal.”
“That’s right,” he nods and sits up.
I watch him stretch. His back muscles tighten like thick ropes. The Axel family crest is tattooed across his back. The tree of life is surrounded by a compass. Ancient symbols fill the spaces between the designs. There’s a raven along his arm, but the one that calls to me is the gungir along his forearm. It’s right above the three grief bands. One for each loss.
“I’ve never noticed how many tattoos you have,” I say. He stands up and turns to face me. He had an open space on his chest the last time I’d seen him shirtless, and now it’s filled. A wolf talisman signifying Fentir covers the once–empty spot. “That’s new, right?”
“You can’t say you’ve never noticed how many tattoos I have and then point out the only new one I’ve gotten in years,” he laughs.
“I’ve never seen your bare back,” I roll my eyes. “I have seen your front several times. We train together.”
“Yeah, I have a lot of tattoos. It’s kind of like your first drink of coffee. Once you take one sip, you can’t help wanting more.”
“Sure,” I laugh. He grins and flips me off. “Fenfir isn’t a part of your people.”
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“No, but it is a part of yours,” he says and ducks into the bathroom. He’s gone for a few minutes and returns with my toothbrush in his mouth. It’s only then that I see that he has my last name surrounding the wolf in the old language. “You’re out of mouthwash.”
“Have you been using my toothbrush all of this time?” I ask with a sneer. He smirks and goes back into the bathroom. “The big bottom drawer.”
“Thank you,” he laughs.
It’s a good thing I have a spare in my bag, because I am officially disgusted that this shit hole has been using my toothbrush. How many times? I literally just used that about forty minutes ago. I want to throw something at him, but I can’t bring myself to be mad. I climb out of bed and remove my t–shirt, leaving me in my underwear and camisole. If he wants to be an asshole, I can too. And it’ll be a lot more satisfying knowing that he can do less about it than I can.
When I enter the bathroom, he stops swishing the mouthwash in his mouth and watches me turn the water in the shower on. I take a towel from beside him and set it down on the stool next to my shower, along with my favorite robe. When I reach for the hem of my top, he growls, spitting the mouthwash out. His hand is in my hair before I can tug it over my body.
“What are you doing?” I ask him, playing coy.
“What are you doing?” he shoots back.
“Taking a shower?” I ask as if I wasn’t sure.
His eyes spark an intense magenta shade before he lets go. I watch as the scar across his chest flares like fire under the ink. His eyes darken for a moment before he looks at me again. I can’t help wanting to ease the pain.
Call it a reflex, but the water from inside the shower flows between us as I reach out to touch it. He stops me an inch before reaching his skin, but he can’t stop the water. It sweeps across his chest, and I watch him visibly inhale as it eases the pain. He takes a couple of deep breaths, looking between the scar and me.
“How did you do that?” he asks.
“The water,” I say, looking up at him. “Do you feel bet-”
His mouth is on mine before I can finish. I’m off the ground and under the spray of the shower, unable to do a single thing about this. The desperation of his kiss ripples through my body, and for the first time since before my mating went up in smoke, I want to be touched. I fully give in to him.
When he moves down to my neck, I’m gasping for air as if I’d been underwater for a long time. The sound that comes out of me when his tongue licks from the base of my neck to my ear wakes him up, and he stops, panting just as hard as I am.
“Yeah,” he says buring his face in the nape of my neck. “I feel better. Thank you.”
“You dick,” I laugh.
I can feel him smiling against my skin, and the laugh is cut short when his teeth graze a spot on my neck that sends chills throughout my body. He likes that I responded the way I did and bites down. sucking on the spot
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enough to make me lock my legs around his waist. He lifts me up and presses me against the wall a little harder as he moves down to my chest. I’m going to have marks there for days.
“I can’t wait to make you mine,” he growls in my ear. “For me to bear your mark so everyone can see I belong to you.”
It feels like a bucket of ice–cold water is thrown at me when he sets me down and leans in to press a final kiss to my lips. He takes my towel and covers his head with it before walking out of the bathroom as he dries his hair. All I can do is watch him walk away with what just might be what is left of my sanity.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
