When the Wolves Cry (Twin Flames Duet #1)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JAX

I finally got to hear her say she wants me, but Tala’s still taking it slow, still playing the game of push and pull. I respect it. It’s building up tension that will feel catastrophic to release.

She’s at an early birthday dinner with her parents, Nadia, and Maverick. Damascus called and invited me, but I was in the middle of a hit and didn’t want them waiting up on murder.

I still haven’t found their reasoning for being so relaxed with such a topic. I’ve looked into his, Evelyn’s, and her grandparents’ history. The only interesting thing I found was both of her grandparents changing their names back in the late seventies. And that was not easy to dig up.

It was concealed. Very, very well.

They built her home. Her grandfather used his own hands to do so. And it all ties back to an alias.

I’m still interested in learning more about that.

Since Kendra’s already seen me, Leon’s taken the objective to pry as much information out of her as possible. I was hesitant to accept his help, considering he failed at keeping Tala in his goddamn sight. But the dude’s a teddy bear. Kendra will never know he’s playing her own twisted game.

So, while my girl’s chowing down and Leon’s chatting it up with Kendra, I’m placing forty-five bouquets of dead flowers around Tala’s enchanting house. They’re dark with pops of cream from the bunny tails and pampas grass stuck down into them.

The older woman that witnessed me slammingLiam’shand in my trunk is my supplier. Her name is Calliope, and her shop is called Moonlight Bloom .

She’s been holding on to the arrangements that don’t sell and bundling up her own ideas according to Tala’s taste. She hangs them up, lets them dry, and sells them to me.

Well, she tries to coerce me into “taking them off her hands.” But I pay her nicely. I also ordered something special for Tala through her.

Sirohi’s beady eyes are twinkling, watching me line the last five bouquets up on her bed. “What? Too cheesy?” I ask him, stepping back to critique my work.

He chomps at the air, barely making a whisper.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I wedge my fingers into my jeans, fetching it out and looking over the attached file. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, tapping on it and pulling up the video.

The first thing I get sucked into is her eyes. If she’s leaving the house, she always has black eyeliner lifting her sultry shape up. The way she does it is incredible. It harmonizes with her long, thick lashes that frame her pools of honey, showing off the unique tiredness that lowers her bottom lash line.

I tap play on the seductive, bored expression on her ethereal face. She languidly flattens her tongue up a strawberry ice cream cone, holding mesmerizing eye contact with the camera.

I stagger back into the frames on her wall, caught in the trance this girl always fucking puts me in. My dick is swelling from the blood rush, pressing against my zipper and demanding carnal relief. I can do nothing but watch in awe as her tongue swirls around the ice cream.

A small drop of pink cream manages to get on her juicy top lip. And she laps it right up. Then fucking smiles and winks and cuts the video off.

She’s never sent me anything like that before. I thought watching her brush her teeth was a gift.

Jesus. Her mouth is going to feel like Heaven.

If Sirohi wasn’t staring at me, I’d wrap one of her silk thongs around my shaft and get myself off with it.

Walking over to her dresser, I switch to my camera, having to adjust my shit and take wider steps because of how hard she makes me. I open the top left drawer, snap a picture of it, and send it to her.

I know she’ll get wet over me being in her house. But she’ll play it off and pretend to be annoyed.

Before I can gethandsyand take more of her panties, I force myself to close the drawer. I’ve officially become the goddamn panty snatcher. I can’t resist. They just end up in my pocket.

My phone vibrates my palm, stealing my attention away from the drawer beckoning me to open it again.

Tala: So, it’s been you stealing my underwear. I almost bitched out the wrong man.

She’s just digging under my skin. And it’s working.

The thought alone fills my veins with cement, solidifying my body and pumping my dick that much harder. I refuse to do anything until she gives her body to me. But once she does, I won’t tolerate that shit.

I’ll fill her up and correct her attitude.

I don’t respond. I pull her book from my back pocket, set it on her bed, and stride out.

Once Sirohi and I get onto her front porch, I pull out my lock pick and lock her door back. It’s been flurrying, so her Halloween decorations are getting covered in white fluff and the orange lights are muted.

Sirohi wanders off to take a piss on a tree, and I walk my ass to my car, and open the door while undoing my belt. Unzipping my jeans encourages a groan of relief, and reaching in to pull my throbbing dick out feels like utter fucking bliss.

I don’t really want to pump my cock in front of my dog. I have to, though. It’s painful and pissing me off.

Sitting down in my leather seat, I wrap my hand around my shaft and slowly stroke up. My brows furrow from the ease, and I reach back and grab my headrest, closing my eyes to the mental image of her pouty lips wrapped around me, her Venus eyes looking up through her lashes while her tongue swirls and glides. “Fuckin’ hell,” I breathe heavily.

The leather groans behind my head, and I work the tingles faster. But naturally, the beady eyes boring into me from the gravel abate the sparks.

An aggravated growl rumbles in my throat and chest, and I tuck my shit back into my briefs. I’m going to lose my goddamn cool.

I roughly rub down my face, stepping out for Sirohi to hop in. “I love you, dude. But next time, your ass is staying home,” I grumble, then sit back down and clench my teeth. I turn to his ass pouting in the passenger seat, looking out the window with yearning eyes. “Don’t do that.Leaving’salready hard enough.”

Evidently picking up Tala’s fiery attitude, he side-eyes me as I close my door and start the car.

The sound of crunching gravel bleeds into the rumbles of my car’s engine. I look in the rear-view mirror at Tala’s bright headlights and glossy black SUV rolling up.

You need to go before you blow your load in your jeans and make a fool out of yourself.

Speaking of, they’re still undone.

I don’t care if she knows that I was stroking my cock to the thought of her. I zip them up though. I don’t have time to mess with my belt before she parks next to me and walks around her SUV.

She’s intoxicating to look at. The wind always blows ethereally through her silk, making it dance around her delicate skin. Her brows are tight in analysis, a slight tilt in her head as she approaches my car.

I open my door, tracking her through the gap and eyeing the long slit in her bodysuit that’s exposing her full cleavage. It runs down her sternum, showing off the dagger tattoo that begs me to slide my tongue up it.

“What are you doing?” she asks, raking down my body and sticking on my undone belt.

She’s wearing leather pants that hug her curvy hips like they were custom-made for her hourglass.

I groan, shaking my head and reaching out to her. “I was about to head home. Why? You want me to stay?” I ask haughtily, running my hand down the smooth leather on her hip.

Her bedroom eyes fall sultrier, and she bends over, her tits spilling deliciously from her top, and her little hands brace my shoulders.

Fuck. Me. Runnin ’.

She slides into my lap, landing right on my painful erection. With how desperate my body is for hers; my hands palm her ass and bring her closer in, wafting her warm vanilla scent that smells like sex.

She gasps. “Why is it…” she draws out, unable to finish her question.

“You just have that effect on me, little wolf. How was your dinner?”

Her pretty hands rub down my chest, and she looks at my lips a little too long to not fucking kiss me. “It was fine. My dad will probably be bothering you though. He said he had stuff he wanted to talk to you about but wouldn’t tell me what. So, that was annoying.” She turns away from my lips, smiling at Sirohi. “Hi, baby. Was your dad being dirty in front of you?”

She leans over and pets him, her big tits smashing right into my arm. Asking me to shove my face in between them. Begging me to tease my tongue around the metal decorating them.

I’ve been obsessing over them since I caught a glimpse in the moonlight. But this girl got up on her knees and put her wet tits and rosy nipples right in my face. The restraint it took not to catch one in my mouth and have her melt into me—was critical.

Brushing her hair out of the way, I shamelessly feel up her chest, stopping on her nipple hardening around the metal. I flick up to her heavy eyes, smoothing my palm up her chest and caging her little neck to drag her closer to my mouth.

“I was. I was stroking my cock to the thought of your pouty fucking lips. Something about his beady eyes watching from the gravel turned me off.”

Her eyes thin with hunger, and she deftly rocks her hips, my hand following the movement of her insane ass, and my dick twitches from the rush of sparks. “You should go home and take care of that,” she purrs, then teases her glossy lips over mine. Just enough to make me inch in so her manipulative ass can draw back.

The smear of coconut is going to make me snap. I roll it into my lips, staring at the rosy goddamn pillows in my face. “Hmm. Tala,” I warn. “If you don’t get off me and walk your ethereal ass inside, lock the door, and turn the lights off, I’m going to take something you’re not ready to give.”

She bites her fucking lip, smiling from the amusement she gets from making me desperate for her. My phone buzzes in between us, cutting off whatever salaciousness that was about to spill from her tongue.

If it wasn’t insistent, I’d ignore it.

Releasing my hand from her neck, I lift her up on my hips, fetching out my cock block of a phone. I tear away from her hypnosis, over to Damascus’ caller ID.

She looks at it, and curls her hands into my crewneck, rolling her pussy on my cock and throwing her head back on a loud, husky moan.

I know it didn’t feel that good.

She’s taunting me.

Unable to control it, my lip twitches as I answer and hold my phone up to my ear. “Yes, sir,” I answer reservedly.

Her throat stretches. And knowing what’s about to smoke out of her has me cupping my hand over her mouth, muffling the moan that vibrates my palm.

“Jax! I hope I’m not bothering you so late, son. I just wanted to discuss something that I thought of during dinner.”

Her silky tongueswipes upmy palm, and I glare at her, uncovering her unpredictable mouth. She snaps her jaws at me and dips down, grinding into my thrumming dick and kissing my neck.

My head slams back into the headrest, and I swallow down the groan crawling up my chest. “You can call me anytime,” I say shortly, trying my hardest not to launch my phone through the windshield and devour her mouth.

My stomach flips, feeling how long her tongue is as it skates over my throat and around my neck. My grip on her ass turns merciless, most likely leaving bruises from the frustrating passion. She whines, the jet of her breath kissing the saliva she’s leaving everywhere as she starts sucking on my neck.

“Do you by chance know if Pyro, or Brutus, whatever his nuts are called, has any associations with spies in Russia?” Damascus asks.

It’s a little hard to concentrate when a succubus is sucking the ink out of my skin and building an orgasm with the friction of my arousal. She’s whining and panting, being way too distracting for the topic at hand.

I clear my throat, about to see the damn stars from how fast my head is spinning. “Not that I’m aware of, sir. I’ll look into it.”

She tears away from me. And without sparing me a glance, she scurries off my lap and out of the car.

I don’t know what the hell Damascus is saying. The shock of what just happened and my girl fleeing the scene of the fucking crime is paralyzing me.

I’ve never…

Dear God.