Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Delaney gasped, her eyes widening with anticipation. Her hands gripped my shoulders as her thighs locked around my waist. Her breathing quickened, her pupils dilated with raw, fierce desire as I positioned myself against her drenched entrance.
“I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” I held her gaze as I drove into her in one powerful thrust, bottoming out fully inside her wet, gripping heat.
She cried out loudly, her nails biting into my skin as her pussy stretched around me. Every nerve ending in my body ignited instantly, sensation exploding through my veins, and brutal pleasure flooding every inch of me.
There was no slow buildup when I began to move. I was lost to my base instincts, determined to do just what I promised and fuck her so hard she felt me for days.
Delaney clung to me, her hips meeting each deep thrust, matching the hard, wild rhythm I set. The shower was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, mingled with her desperate moans and my rough groans. Water poured over us, running down our faces and soaking our bodies, intensifying every heated sensation.
My fingers dug harder into her hips, and I knew damn well there’d be bruises. Fuck, I wanted them there. To see my marks on her body, for her to feel them every time she moved, reminding her exactly who had claimed her.
“Fuck, angel,” I rasped harshly, slamming deeper into her. “I’m inside you so fucking deep. Such a greedy little pussy, always gripping me, sucking me in and refusing to let go.”
Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed deep red as she whimpered helplessly, clinging to me tighter.
“Soren, please. Oh yes—yes! Yes!” she gasped, her voice breaking in pleas as her pleasure grew.
“Come for me, angel,” I commanded roughly. “Soak my cock with your sweet fucking juices.”
Delaney threw her head back, crying out as her climax detonated through her. Her body convulsed wildly against the tile, her pussy gripping me so tight I nearly blacked out.
“Fuck!” I roared, driving into her harder and faster, feeling her muscles ripple around me.
My palm slammed against the wall beside her head, and I thrust again. Once, twice, and then I erupted inside her with a force so intense it nearly brought me to my knees. Pleasure surged through me, wrenching a rough, guttural shout from my chest as I poured into her until I felt her shudder again with aftershocks.
My breathing was ragged, my pulse pounding brutally as I slowly lowered her legs, both of us trembling and weak, barely holding each other upright beneath the hot spray of water.
I let out a low, rough chuckle, my lips brushing against her ear. “Fuck, angel…we keep doing that, and we’re gonna have to reinforce these shower walls.”
Delaney laughed softly, her cheek resting against my chest, and her body still quivering against mine. “Worth it.”
“Damn straight,” I murmured, holding her tight, feeling her heart pound as heavily as mine.
The following morning, I gathered with several of my brothers once more in Kane’s office. The air felt charged as I stepped inside, settling into the chair across from Kane’s heavy desk. Edge leaned casually against the nearby wall, flipping his knife idly between his fingers. Jax and Apex were already positioned nearby, waiting quietly but intensely focused.
Kane’s gaze lifted as I settled in, the intensity in his green eyes unmistakable. “Tell me we’ve got something.”
Jax adjusted his glasses slightly, stepping forward first. “Magnus is reacting exactly how we anticipated under pressure. He’s scrambling to relocate and restructure. We’ve tracked sudden activity tied to his archive credentials and rapid database access. He’s pulling his records and sensitive materials as fast as he can.”
Apex nodded, taking over seamlessly. “And he’s liquidating emergency funds. Yesterday, we traced a significant cash movement from a hidden account to the preservation property he used. He’s also rented transport vehicles through one of the shell organizations.”
My pulse quickened. Magnus was doing exactly what we’d expected—trying to escape so he could preserve his twisted legacy and restart elsewhere.
“Good.” Kane leaned back in his chair, his gaze locked firmly on mine. “Any idea where he might be headed?”
I exhaled slowly. “I’m working on it.”
Over the next eighteen hours, I forced my mind back through everything I’d gathered. I spent hours analyzing Magnus’s behavioral patterns, geography, and ritual needs, blending them with Jax’s and Apex’s intel. My focus narrowed to a specific area Magnus had previously researched, though never officially used—an abandoned historical site outside Washington, DC.
It offered prime proximity to high-level museums and historical archives, exactly the resources Magnus would crave. And just crowded and busy enough that he could disappear quietly into the background noise.
Once I was as confident as I could be, I went to see Kane.
He was kicked back in a chair in Edge’s office, but they both sat up, alert the second I stalked into the room.