Mated To Valentine
He hums against my skin, tightening his hold.
Achilles, ever the ass, clears his throat. “Wow. Look at you. All needy now.”
Valentine shoots him a dark look, but he grins shamelessly.
Then, with a wicked smirk, he leans forward. “So… you finally hit it, huh?”
For a second, there’s silence.
Then—
Valentine moves.
One second, he’s holding me. The next, he’s lunging at Achilles with terrifying speed.
Achilles yelps, dodging just in time to avoid getting tackled. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! It was a joke!”