Primal Pursuit - Page 164

All that firepower and screaming will have alerted someone else, so I stand over her, gun at the ready, searching the area for movement.

There.

To my right.

I don’t even wait. I aim. Shoot. Shoot again.

There’s a scream.

A thump.

Fuck.

“Poppy, if you’re okay, just fucking don’t move.”

I send a prayer to a power I don’t believe in, one that would make Tobias laugh himself sick. I stalk off at speed to where I took out the third guy, and all the while I listen and search for a fourth.

The man isn’t moving, but I shoot him in the head for good measure.

Then I go back to Poppy, who’s fucking standing up.

Fury like I’ve never felt in my life hurtles through me, and I storm up and haul her up on her feet, slamming her into the tree.

“What the fuck, Poppy? Stay down means stay the fuck down.”

She stares up at me. “It’s Rabbit.”

This fucking woman.

I rip open her pants and shove my fingers in her and kiss her like I need her to breathe. We’re all hands and lips and tongue and teeth, going at each other like this is our last goddamn night on Earth. She bites my lip and, judging by the sting, she drew blood. My little wild rabbit.

I work her pussy, rough and fast. The furnace wetness of her tight cunt is pure life, and I rub her clit with my thumb, curling my fingers as I pummel her pussy, and in seconds, she’s a shaking, wild mess. Her tunnel convulses like some kind of crushing machine on my fingers, and she screams into my mouth. I’m so fucking hard for her, mycock aching, I flex against her waist, and—Christ, I almost come.

Adrenaline, murder, and Rabbit is a lethal mix of insanity.

Releasing her, I pull my fingers from her and stagger back, aware of how stupid that was and how little I care. I needed to touch her, feel life in her in the most elemental way.

She’s shaking, gun on the ground and doing up her pants. I snatch it up and hand it to her.

“Rabbit…”

Her face is a study in erotic defiance, of love and hate and fear and excitement, and she fucking thrills me beyond anything my wildest dreams could ever conjure. And I know in that moment that, yeah. I’d go down for her. Willingly.

“We need to move. There’s a safe in there, and—” I suck in a breath. “Rabbit, this is very important. Your life will depend on it. If anything happens to me, you deliver the documents to Alexius. Got it?”

I’m not sure she knows what I’m saying. I don’t think anyone’s going to kill me. At least, anyone other than her.

But she just nods.

“Davian? He said four.”

“No one else has turned up, and that moment against the tree was the perfect moment to take us out. So, I’m hedging a bet that no one else is coming.”

I don’t say no one else is here.

Because I don’t know.

I doubt it, but that’s the thing about this shit. You never fucking know.