All the while he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
When her climax hit, it hit hard. She clutched at him, pinched his shoulders, scratched and bucked. Her inner walls clamped down, holding him captive.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
His dick throbbed as he pulled his hand away. Get. Inside. Her. “Do you have a room nearby?” There was so much arousal in his voice, the words emerged slurred, as though he were drunk.
“Well, isn’t this just sickening?”
At the sound of Mia’s voice, Mishka stiffened and Jaxon’s head whipped to the side. Seeing Mia, Dallas, Eden, Lucius, and Devyn lined up at the end of the alley, he pushed Mishka behind him while she righted her clothing. Should’ve known they wouldn’t give him five damn minutes alone.
“Get lost,” he snapped.
The average person would not have been able to see him. But agents were trained in the dark and saw better than most, shadows mere curtains to be swept aside. The agents in front of him could make out every detail, he knew. From the sweat beading on his brow to the trickle of blood flowing from his lip and down his chin.
“She’s playing you, Jaxon,” Mia said. “Why can’t you see that?”
The fires of his desire morphed into fires of fury. “I seem to recall that a few months ago you were screwing a murder suspect, Mia, so you can shut the hell up and back off.”
“Kyrin was not and is not a murderer!”
“You didn’t know that at the time,” he reminded her.
“I knew in my heart.”
“Well, I know in my heart that Mishka is not the coldhearted bitch you think she is.”
Mishka stepped beside him. He glanced down and nearly cursed. No longer was she the sweet lover he’d held and pleasured. She stood there, cold and emotionless, completely discounting his claim. She’d palmed a blade, which glinted at her side.
“Let’s finish this,” she said to Mia.
Mia smiled and revealed a blade of her own, more than happy to comply.
Le’Ace was shaken deeply, unequivocally. One moment she’d been looking at Jaxon, filled with yearning and need, and the next she’d been in his arms, coming with breathtaking abandon.
Now sated, still trembling, she had to fight Mia Snow. If she didn’t, the agent would continue to badmouth her to Jaxon. Had she already told him what Le’Ace had done to Elise? Probably.
And yet, here he was, standing proudly beside her. Defending her honor. Against his friends! The knowledge delighted her because it meant a man actually believed in her. A good man. Smart, sensual, and strong.
“Going to stand there all night?” Mia taunted.
Jaxon wound his fingers around her wrist, his touch warm, electrifying. “I don’t want you to fight.”
Rising to her tiptoes, she kissed him softly on his scarred cheek. “I want you, and this is the only way to have you. She’s your friend, so I won’t hurt her. Too badly,” she added smugly.
Always quick on the anger trigger, Mia lost her grin. “Bitch, you are so going down.”
Stiffening, Jaxon ran his tongue over his teeth. “Okay, sweetheart. Just make sure she can walk afterward. Despite everything, I do still love her like a sister.” With that, he released Mishka’s wrist. “You interfere,” he told the others with a menacing undertone to the words, “and I will not hesitate to hurt you.”
All but Eden held up their hands, palms out. They were confident in Mia’s strength and cunning, but then, they hadn’t seen Le’Ace in action yet, poor bastards.
“I wish there were another way,” Jaxon said to her, conflict and regret in the undertones.
“I know,” she told him softly. “I’ll make it fast.” Then, “Mia, let’s do this.” She moved forward.
Mia did, as well. They met in the middle of the alley. Getting Mia off her back was necessary, but deep down Le’Ace knew she was also doing this to impress Jaxon. Over and over, he had proven himself worthy of admiration. Over and over, she had not. She’d knocked him out twice; she’d run from him. She’d avoided him.
Now she would fight for what she wanted. And she wanted Jaxon, for what little time she could have him.
“Anyone else aroused by this?” the one called Devyn asked with a laugh.
“You need to shut it, you pervert,” Eden grumbled, but there was affection in her tone.
“This is a long time in coming,” Mia said.
They stood toe to toe, boots touching. Neither lashed out. Yet.
“Yes,” she said, looking down, one brow arched. “I had forgotten how short you are.”
“I’ve dreamed of killing you.” The agent’s eyes flickered with sapphire anticipation.
“I’m sure you have.”
“Final words?”
“Yeah. You talk too much.”
A pause as her words registered.
With a roar, Mia attacked, arm sweeping in a wide arch toward Le’Ace’s neck. Le’Ace bowed her back and the blade whooshed a single inch from contact. Infuriated by her failure, Mia didn’t realize she’d left herself wide open until Le’Ace slammed her metal hand into the agent’s temple, knocking her sideways.
Kyrin, the Arcadian lover, scowled and stepped forward, but Jaxon withdrew a pyre-gun and shot him with a bright blue stun beam, freezing the alien in place. It didn’t hurt him, just immobilized him.
“Thanks,” Le’Ace threw over her shoulder.
“Welcome.”
Mia had righted herself, had growled at Kyrin’s condition, and was already launching forward for another attack. While Mia was dressed for combat in pants and military boots, Le’Ace was not. Her fashionable boots with mile-high heels left her with a distinct disadvantage, so when Mia’s shoulder plowed into her stomach, she lost her balance.
She did manage to grab hold of Mia’s arm, however, and they toppled to the dirty ground. Mia was on top and seemingly in control. For a moment. Le’Ace twisted, smashing Mia into the concrete. The agent lost her breath and bashed her skull. Probably saw stars.
Even winded as the agent was, Le’Ace had to grip Mia’s hand to stop her blade from cutting something important. While she could have applied enough pressure to break Mia’s wrist, she didn’t. She simply squeezed veins, tendons, and muscles until they spasmed and the knife dropped involuntarily. Clank.
With her free hand, Le’Ace punched Mia in the lung. Cough. As Mia tried to regain her oxygen levels, Le’Ace straddled her, pinning her shoulders. One punch to the face, two.