seed. His cock throbbed behind the denim.
Climbing from the bed, he nearly fell over ditching his clothes and jumping back on.
Kyoshi giggled. “Impatient?”
“You’re damn skippy,” Storm replied as he flipped Kyoshi onto his knees. He dipped for a quick lap at the rosette before drizzling lube down his crack. He tossed the bottle aside and ran his fingers up and down, dipping his finger in to tease Kyoshi.
“Fucker.” Kyoshi moaned.
Stormed laughed deeply as he tickled the hole, reaching for that sweet spot.
“Storm!” His puckered hole clamped down on Storm’s finger as his back bowed. Storm watched him ride it out as he rubbed his dry hand across Kyoshi’s back. When the pressure eased, his pulled out and lined his cock up, pulling Kyoshi’s hips back and impaling his mate onto his throbbing cock.
“You’re so damn tight.” Storm groaned as he pushed Kyoshi forward then pulled him back again. “Fuck me.” Storm removed his hands and watched his cock disappear once more as Kyoshi rocked back and forth, taking his pleasure.
Storm’s balls drew up tight, and he knew he was close. He reached under his mate and grabbed his shaft, pumping it to the thrusts Kyoshi had set.
“Oh, Storm, Storm. So close,” Kyoshi chanted as he impaled himself over and over again.
“Come for me, dragonfly.” Storm squeezed Kyoshi’s cock, and his hand was bathed in warmth as Kyoshi cried out. Storm grabbed Kyoshi’s hips and took over, slamming deep and hard. He grunted as he felt the first spurt shoot from his cock then roared as the wave intensified and exploded, pistoning faster as his body rocketed then floated back.
Storm fell to his side. His skin held a sheen of sweat, and his heart beat out of control. Kyoshi collapsed to the mattress, gasping for breath.
“I fought for that,” Kyoshi mumbled as he fell asleep.
“I know, dragonfly,” Storm whispered.
Chapter Seven
Tank signaled Murdock, and Murdock nodded then shifted. He crouched and crawled around back until he sidled up to the back door. Evan scaled the balconies until he dropped down onto the roof. Gunnar shifted as he crawled down through the basement window. Ludo took the east side of the house, slipping through a first floor window, and Cody stayed across the street as a lookout. He was in his wolf form, so a quick bark would signal trouble.
Lights flashed, screams tore through the quiet night, gunfire burst and then there was silence.
* * * *
Cecil walked into the kitchen as Kyoshi was grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge, and they stood in silence. Cecil ran his fingers across the table top as he peered at Kyoshi from the corner of his eyes.
Kyoshi shifted is weight from foot to foot.
Neither said a word.
Cecil cleared his throat. “So, was it really that bad?” He stared down at the table, twisting his lips to the side as he traced a circular pattern with his finger.
“Yeah. Afterward.” Kyoshi stared at the juice cap.
“You, uh, wanna play video games?” Cecil tapped his fingernail.
“Sure.” Kyoshi smiled.
* * * *
Hawk ran down the stairs as the warriors burst through the front door, Tank being carried by three of the Sentries.
“What happened?” Maverick demanded as he hurried to help carry Tank to the closest bedroom.
“He was hit when all hell broke loose. He has a bullet lodged in his spine. We’re afraid to remove it. We had no choice but to kill the smugglers, and I can’t say I’m sorry about it either.” Cody panted as they made it to the bedroom and laid Tank on his stomach. He was unconscious and pale. “He won’t shift. He thinks it will kill him if he tries.”
“Call the wolf physician. Tell him to get his ass here as fast as he can.” Maverick shouted as Cody pulled out his cell phone.
“What the hell do you mean he’s not available?” Cody shouted into his phone. He slammed his fist into the wall as he threw his phone across the room.
“Go to the nearest hospital and find a
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