Craeg személy
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„Do you like playing with the fire, girl?” he growled. „Because if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to burn you to the ground.”
„If I kiss you,” he growled, „there's no going back. […]”
Chapter Twenty-six
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Butch smiled, showing off a front tooth that was a little wonky. “I mated up, too. I know what it’s like to be with a female who’s—”
At that moment, Marissa stepped out of the second bedroom and . . .
Craeg recoiled. The dress . . . the diamonds . . . the dress . . .
The fucking diamonds.
The female literally sparkled white from head to foot, a blinding show of beauty and elegance in her formfitting gown.
Doc Jane jumped out into the hall. “So! How’d we do? Huh? How’d we do?”
Craeg looked over his shoulder at Butch . . . who was standing there dumb as an ox, looking like he’d seen the second coming of the Scribe Virgin Herself.
“Let yourself out, kid,” the Brother said in a guttural voice. “Like now. I’ll be there in ten minutes—no, wait . . . twenty.”
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“Fuck you, V.” Butch leaned to the side and picked up a black jacket with long black tails. “Guys like Craeg and me, we have to put on some window dressing for our ladies. That’s how we roll.”
Personally, Craeg would rather have been in his jeans. But he had to admit the starched white shirt with its fancy white knot at the throat and the bright red suspenders and the black slacks with the satin stripes down the outsides was not a bad look.
And then he put the jacket on.
Staring at his reflection, he brushed his newly cut hair back and then shook the stuff out.
“I look . . .”
“Like fifteen million bucks.” Butch clapped him on the shoulder. “Now get the fuck out of here so I can get dressed, too. The misanthrope over there is staying home because he’s too good for this shit, but you and I are gonna have a great fucking time.”
V grunted and got off the bed. “Call me if you don’t, though. I’m always good for a fistfight, and I like hitting pretty boys.”
“You’re just bitter you don’t have a tux.”
Vishous paused in the doorway and looked back at Craeg. Nodding once, he said, “The a-hole is right. You look good. She’s going to be proud to be on your arm. Don’t let any of those fucking morons make you feel second-class—she could pick anyone in the world, and she chose you. Also, don’t offer anyone your hand first. It’ll give them a chance to snub you. You let them greet you, not the other way around, ’kay?”
“Thanks,” Craeg said roughly.
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You know what ache you've got right now? The one between your legs? I'm going to show you how to take care of that by yourself. And you're going to make me come when I listen to what it sounds like.
Chapter Twenty-seven
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“God, will you stop with that?”
“With what.”
“You’re snarling at me.”
Huh. What do you know. His fangs had dropped and his upper lip had curled back. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, you’re not bonded. Not at all.” Peyton crossed his arms over his chest. “Anyway, before you go Cujo on my ass, I’ve never even kissed her. It’s not there for her. Toward me, at any rate. Just as well—I’m a total fucking asshole—and she’s right, I got a couple of bad habits. Anyway, remember what I said.”
“And here I was, hoping we could both forget this conversation.”
“Never going to happen, my man.” Abruptly, Peyton’s eyes narrowed and pure aggression shone out of them. “Anyone who hurts that female is an enemy of mine. And I might be an aristocrat, but I am capable of going straight-up animal to protect what’s mine. Got it?”
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Pulling his head down to her, she whispered in his ear, “I’m not wearing any panties.”
The groan that ripped out of him was louder than even the music.
“Pardon me,” he said, straightening. “I gotta go do something.”
“Mmmm,” she purred, imagining him in the bathroom, taking care of that arousal. “And what might that be?”
“I have to go kill all the human men in this club who are looking at you. Won’t take long, they’re weak and can’t run fast.”
Throwing her head back and laughing, she felt her heart soar, especially as those strong arms wrapped around her even more tightly.
This was going to be the best night of her life. She could feel it.
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His face was… well, it probably wasn't a showstopper for anyone else, his nose a little too big, his jaw a little too sharp, his eyes too deeply set to be even remotely welcoming. But to her he was Clark Gable; he was Marlon Brando; he was the Rock; he was Channing Tatum.
Chapter Five