“Aves!” She slaps at the hands on her waist, and he releases her with a petulant pout. Turning back to me, she shrugs with a ‘what can you do?’ expression on her face. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. What’s your name?”
“Tate,” I bite out, willing my cock to behave itself. “And I don’t bow to fucking any one.”
The soldiers begin to murmur, and I see more than one cast me anxious stares, willing me to shut up.
“Not even to a queen?” she asks, stopping when her breasts brush against my chest.
“Why would I bow to someone who hasn’t earned my respect?” I ask darkly, maintaining her piercing stare. Her eyes hold mine for a long moment, thoughts percolating in that pretty head of hers, before a large smile appears on her face. I fucking hate how much that smile affects me.
“I like you, Tate.” Her husky voice curls around me, and I ball my hands into fists to curb the desire I have to touch her. Claim her. Mark her. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to a woman before. Sure, I fucked other goddesses—and even that Athena bitch has tried to get in my pants—but no one has ever impacted me as much as Emily does.
“Are you going to initiate me into your harem now?” I drawl lazily, as if I couldn’t give a damn either way.
But that’s a lie; I care more than I want to admit.
She laughs raucously, tossing her head back and pushing out her generous breasts.
“We’ll talk again,” she assures me, taking a step away and interlocking her fingers with Avery’s. He glares at me, annoyance spewing from his crazy eyes, before she tugs at his hand, convincing him to walk with her. Immediately, the scowl transforms into his signature smile, and his eyes soften. “Nice meeting you, Tate!” she calls over her shoulder.
“Fuck you, princess!”
Her giggle reaches me, caressing my skin like she’s physically touching me.
I think the real saying is ‘fuck me.’ Because already, I feel that I’m lost to this girl.
And I hate it.
THE MOMENT the footsteps reach my ears, I pounce.
Shock appears on the man’s face as I level punch after punch into his disgusting face.
“Who. The. Fuck. Do. You. Think. You. Are?” I pant, hauling him to his feet and shoving him in the lawn chair one of the homeless people left behind.
His bald head glistens in the dim, artificial lighting as he glares at me, spewing vitriol with his eyes.
This fucker thought he could shoot at my girl? Hurt her? Well, fuck him. He didn’t know what hell he was getting into when he accepted the hit on Emily fucking Lopez.
He attempts to head butt me, but I merely laugh. Does this pathetic excuse of a human being think he can take on a god?
It’s actually quite comical.
Punching him once more in the face and reveling in his pained groan, I remove the gun from the waistband of his jeans. Next, I find a coil of rope that was once used for a tent and quickly tie him to the seat.
“That was…surprisingly easy,” Emily muses as she steps up from behind me. The assassin’s eyes widen appreciatively, visible even with his mottled, red face.
“Fucking hell!” I gripe, staring at Emily’s naked body. Her breasts bounce enticingly as she stops beside me, cocking her hip to the side. I can even see the fucking evidence of our shared arousal glistening on her tan legs. “Get some clothes on, woman!”
“You destroyed my clothes, asshole,” she retorts immediately, bending forward so her breasts dangle in front of the assassin’s face. His eyes latch on her beaded pink nipple as she captures his chin with her small hand. “Now, tell us who you work for.”
“I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard,” he purrs in a distinct Russian accent. “You’re just setting yourself on a silver platter for me, aren’t you, gorgeous? How is the wound treating you, by the way?” He flicks his gaze to the already healed gunshot wound on her shoulder. For a moment, confusion contorts his ugly face before he smooths out his expression, replacing it with a lecherous grin. “Nice tits, babycakes.”
Rage bombards me from all directions as red fills my vision. No one is allowed to see Emily naked. Absolutely fucking no one. Call me possessive or a caveman or whatever the fuck you want, but her body is ours.
“Emily,” I growl through clenched teeth. She whirls on me, now giving the asshole an unobstructed view of her firm ass.
“What?” she snaps. “Don’t be a fucking prick, Tate. My clothes are destroyed, and I need to get answers. Besides, you’re naked too.”
“Fuck you!” I hiss out, but my cock is rapidly becoming hard at our verbal sparring. “If the others were here—”
“Well, they’re not, are they?” she huffs, knowing damn well how possessive all of us men are of her. Sin would have no doubt lit the man on fire already, while Avery grinned maliciously from beside him, his dark power curling around the assassin’s body. Desmond would cackle like a cat playing with a mouse, while Helio silently watched from the sidelines.
She whirls around to face the assassin again. “Now, tell us who you work for?”
“If you step a little closer so I can feel your pussy—”
Before he can finish whatever vulgar thing he’s going to say, I lunge forward, wrap my hands around his neck, and twist.
Emily gapes at me.
“What the fuck?” she screeches.
The only noise I’m capable of emitting is a feral growl. Immediately, I have her in my arms, her soft skin soothing something inside of
