Black and Brown: Raven Assassins (Ravens #1)

Chapter Seventy-five

Mirage

Mirage had just shut his door when Grace began yanking away his layers of clothes and pinning him to the wall.

He curled his lip up at Grace while he was stripped down to his briefs.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you or the way he talks about your silence.” Mirage gripped Grace’s chin and licked his lips. “ My silence.”

Grace groaned achingly. His entire body shuddered as if he needed to be wrecked, urging Mirage to hurry as he peppered biting kisses across Grace’s throat.

Mirage leaned hard on Grace’s chest.

He pumped his hips while weaving his fingers into Grace’s hair, then tugged him so fuckin’ close as if he was trying to merge them into one being.

Grace none-too-gently nudged his forehead against Mirage’s cheek, grunting as he struggled to get them moving toward the bedroom.

“I need you too,” Mirage whispered, already out of breath.

They stumbled down the hall until they fell through Mirage’s bedroom door and onto his bed.

Grace went face down, ass up while he pulled on his stiff cock.

Eager and so damn sexy.

Mirage flipped Grace over until he was on his back.

“Oh, don’t you worry. I’m gonna go so deep inside you until you’re fuckin’ delirious. But first…” Mirage inched up Grace’s body until his cock caressed his bottom lip.

Grace opened as if it were instinct and licked the head, making Mirage jerk his hips.

“Mmm, damn. I’m gonna bury my dick in your mouth, Grace, and I don’t want you to make one fuckin’ sound. Not a single moan or grunt while I do.”

Grace nodded, his eyelids fluttering against his cheek.

“I want to make love to your silence. To your language that speaks only to me .”

Grace

Grace was back in his field gear by twenty-three thirty, ready to proceed with the second part of their investigation, but his body was still thrumming from the pounding Mirage had blessed him with.

One thing was for sure: he was glad of his enhanced endurance and resiliency against pain. Because an ordinary man could not have withstood the strength of Mirage’s hips and the force he used to drive his cock into his ass.

Grace was sitting on Mirage’s couch reviewing the guard rotation schedule. He and Meridian were to muscle anyone who got in their way while Ex and Mirage hacked into the computers and downloaded all classified information in the hope of finding any other Ravens.

Grace leaned back against the soft couch and looked around Mirage’s condo at the cool gray walls.

The interior was a blend of polished concrete floors, functional furnishings, and steel accents that exuded modern minimalism. The open layout flowed from the living area to the basic kitchen.

There were no extravagant adornments on the walls or ostentatious designer furniture.

Mirage hadn’t understated the lack of bells and whistles in his kitchen. His white GE refrigerator didn’t even have an ice maker. And there was no dinette set, only a couple of stools around his bare island.

If Grace opened the freezer, he had no doubt it would be overflowing with Hungry-Man frozen meals.

The ones that tricked Mirage into thinking he was a chef who could actually make meatloaf or beer-battered chicken.

I need to get my kitchen done, or else I’m gonna starve—or worse, have to eat the cafeteria food—if I stay here too long.