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OK, well. If he were being totally honest, his role in the MC back then had given him pause about being in a committed relationship. He hadn’t felt good thinking about being the Road Devils body-man, picking up the dead and ferrying them all over the country to get rid of the evidence, then going home to a sweet, loving woman. He’d been afraid that he would bring some of that ugliness back with him, that it would just cling to him like dirt under his shoes. He was convinced that he’d contaminate his woman’s innocence and poison the relationship, and he didn’t want to do that to someone.When Wolf had taken the club legit a few years before, Viking had been thrilled, mostly because he was finding it harder and harder to deal with the dead. As a doctor, he’d always stood with one foot in the valley of death, but he’d also been a fierce warrior for life. He’d fought to keep people alive, and healthy, and well; in his last few years in the MC, he had been fully engulfed in shadow. Wolf br

Slowly, she turned her back to the mirror, paused. She took a deep breath and then looked over her shoulder at the huge black tattoo on her back, the one that marked her forever as Gideon’s property. The one that – in some ways – she hated even more than she hated the man who had actually inked it into her flesh. It reminded her that even though she’d escaped the Garden, she’d brought it with her. She’d never be free.Without any warning, there was a knock and then right away her bedroom door opened. Viking was standing there, as he had done every morning for the past week, cheerily saying, “Good morning, honey!”She spun to face him, one arm crossing over her breasts, the other stretched the length of her body so she could cover her pussy with her hand. It was useless, though: his eyes had widened with shock, and not at her nakedness. They’d been fixed on her back, and all the color had drained from his face.“Hey,” he said, whirling around and closing the door. He leaned against it

Iris had just finished cleaning the crash rooms – even after ten days of cleaning them, she still wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to what she saw and smelled back there – and was drying her hair after her shower. She slipped into the bathrobe that she and Zoe had bought in a sale at an incredible eighty percent off: it was thick terrycloth, warm and soft against her skin. Every time that she put it on, she felt like she was all wrapped up in a large pair of arms, just snuggled up against a broad chest.Viking’s arms; Viking’s chest.Jesus Christ, girl. Stop it. He isn’t interested in you that way.Oh, sure, he showed up at her door at six every morning and watched her bake and talked to her over coffee before heading over to Blue Dragon Ink. He said goodnight to her every night before switching on the motion sensors that effectively trapped her in her room, away from him. He was friendly and sexy and funny – and she had never wanted anything in her life as much as she wanted him.And

Iris couldn’t answer this time; her voice seemed to have completely stopped functioning. She nodded, praying with everything in her heating-up body that he wouldn’t stop touching her.Viking lifted his head again, stared into her eyes. He smiled at her clear desire, knowing now for sure that he wasn’t all alone in what he was feeling. She looked scared, though, and he didn’t want that. It was just about the last thing in the world he wanted.“You want to know what you can do to me?” he said. “What?” she stuttered. “What do you mean?”“Ask me what I agree to.”She was frozen in place, fighting to get up the courage to do what she really wanted to do – what it looked like Viking wanted, too. But he wasn’t going to take that next step, she saw suddenly. He was going to make sure she was comfortable with this, and the way he could be the most sure would be for her to take things to the next level.He watched and waited, pushing down on his urge to ravish her mouth with his. No, he’d made

Mindlessly, helplessly, she raised her arms above her head, grabbed the headboard. He grinned at her utter abandon, and his cock throbbed at seeing her this trusting and turned on. Fuck, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold on to his control, but he was going to give it his best shot. He was determined to make this about her, and he took a deep breath, fought down his arousal.He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his.When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger, and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild.“Iris,” he murmured as his fingers moved in and out, in a smooth, steady rhythm. “Tell me how it