Deadly Game
Malakai’s deep voice vibrated straight through my back, low, gravelly, and laced with a quiet, territorial authority that made my core twitch.
"I'm not," I whispered, my fingers reaching down to cover his hand on my waist, my small nails lightly tracing the dark ink etched into his wrist. "I was just thinking about how insane we are. You have a bullet wound in your arm, the federal task force is currently processing your board members, and we're lying on a military cot in a damp warehouse."
"We're not insane," he murmured, his face descending into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing a hot, lingering kiss over my pulsing vein. "We're operational. And for the first time since I met you, yo