Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(52)

“You want something to drink or eat?” I ask, glancing at him before heading to the kitchen.

“No, I’m good,” he replies. “Faye fed me before I went to Knox’s.”

I know that shouldn’t annoy me, but it does. I should be the one feeding him. I push the ridiculous feeling away and head straight for the bathroom, where I take a quick shower and prepare for bed. Arrow is lying on my bed when I walk out, checking something on his phone. He puts it down as soon as he realizes I’m standing here.

“Come here,” he says. A soft, yet firm demand.

Dressed in a long T-shirt and nothing else, I climb up on the bed and crawl to him, then lay my head on his warm chest.

“If you’re pissed at me, you tell me why, Anna. I’m not a mind reader,” he says quietly. “I don’t like the silent treatment or your ignoring me. I know we’re still getting to know each other, so I’m letting it slide this time, but next time, I expect you to open that luscious mouth of yours and tell me what has your knickers in a twist.”

I swallow. “Arrow, I asked you a simple question, like one would ask anyone else, and you shut me down. If you want it that way, why bother to talk at all? Let’s just f*ck and then go on our merry way.”

The tension in the room spikes. He’s quiet, but I can actually feel him silently fuming. He’s trying to control it.

“I don’t like being questioned,” he says after a few moments. “At least not by *.”

He did not just say that.

I lift my head and try to push myself off his body. “You f*cking arrogant jerk—”

He puts his hand over my mouth. “I wasn’t finished. You aren’t just *, so you’re right, I shouldn’t have cut out like that. This is new for me too, darlin’.”

“How is this new for you? What about—”

I don’t even want to say her name.

“Mary was different. She didn’t ask questions,” he says softly, cringing slightly. “I’m not trying to upset you by saying that, you know? You’re a different woman—you’re a strong woman, and I like that about you, a lot. I can be myself with you and know you won’t go running scared. Instead, you will give shit back to me in full force. Fuckin’ love that, Anna. Obviously there’s shit I can’t and won’t tell you, and you can’t push me on that.”

I nod. “I get that.”

“Good, then there’s no problem here. Now give me the kiss that you should have given me when you first saw me tonight,” he demands.

I reluctantly give in, leaning over him and pressing my lips to his. He takes over the kiss instantly, taking control. His hand slides up my thigh, and he makes a growling sound when he realizes I’m wearing nothing underneath.

“Came to bed wanting to get f*cked, didn’t you?” he rumbles into my ear, biting down on it gently before kissing my neck, licking and sucking just hard enough to not leave a mark behind. I make a needy sound, letting him know I need more. He lifts the T-shirt off me, throwing it somewhere on the floor, and gets up, standing next to the bed, removing his own clothes. I watch his every move, enjoying the view, licking my lips in anticipation. He knows it, giving me a little show, rubbing a hand down his abs and over his erect cock. I think of what Faye said about it “pointing like an arrow” and can’t help the giggle that escapes me. It is literally pointing in my face. Arrow lifts an eyebrow at me, then grabs me and kisses me greedily, wrapping my hair around his hand and pulling gently.

“What’s so amusing?” he asks in a deep voice.

“Nothing,” I pant.

He flips me over and pulls my back to his front. I groan at the skin-on-skin contact, how nice he feels pressed against me. Lips on my favorite spot, the crook between my neck and my shoulder, one hand plays with my breasts while the other one trails lower, stroking me intimately.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, pulling back, holding my hips and pushing me forward so I’m on all fours. Without further preamble, he slides into me from behind with one smooth thrust that has me gripping the sheets and begging for more.

“Beautiful,” he grits out, and I look behind to see him staring down at where we’re joined. “Touch your clit, Anna.”

I reach down and touch myself, my thighs starting to tremble. Just as I’m about to come, Arrow pulls out, flips me over, and then his mouth is on me, devouring me as I come in his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I pant as I come back to myself.

He leans over me and smiles, his eyes dark and full of passion. “Not done with you yet, Anna.”

I smile as he slides back into me.





EIGHTEEN

IF you’re here to kidnap me again, I’m going to be really f*cking mad,” I tell Talon when I see him on my front doorstep. “Do you have a death wish? Why are you here?”

I reach into my handbag and fumble for my hot-pink pocketknife.

Talon just smirks at me. “I was in the neighborhood.”

I blink slowly. “Do you visit everyone you kidnap? Or am I special?”

He wets his lips before he speaks. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay and say sorry about what happened. It was f*cked-up to bring you into it, but it was my only choice at the time. Know that if there was another way, I would have taken it, okay?”