All In - Soul Seductors Part I - An alpha bad boy paranormal romance - XXL Teaser by Amelia Gates Page B

moans, her voice merely more than a whsiper
“take all of me.”
    “I want your soul.”
    “ Take it, Hawke. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”
    “Say it again,” I demand, my fingers twitching fast against
her button of a clit, my cock deep inside her.
    “ Take my soul, Hawke,” she wails and I proceed, giving her
everything I’ve got, pumping into her more pleasure than she can
bear.
    ***

    I left Juliette’s place in less than five minutes after
fucking her out of the promise she made with the lord. She begged
me to stay, said I could spend the night. I didn’t assure her I’d
be back because that would be a lie. I’m an asshole, not a liar. She’ll never
see me again- not on purpose, at least. It’s better that way.
Better for her and better for me.
    ***

    In the bar, Maria Maria and Zorn are cuddled up in some kind
of fucking boondocks booth. Okay, so maybe cuddled up isn’t exactly
the way to put it. Zorn’s got his don’t-give-a-shit attitude going
on, feet cocked up on the leather sofa and Maria Maria’s curled
into a ball of fucking nervousness. I feel sorry for the girl. So
fucking sorry for her.
    I whack Zorn across the leg. “My man. What the hell’s been
going on?”
    He greets me with a loose hug and a pat on the back. “Look at
you coming in here louder than the fucking speakers.”
    “ You know, just keeping it real. Gotta make sure my presence
is felt.”
    He rolls his eyes and I take a seat beside Maria Maria, my
leg bumping into her thigh. She draws back, tightens the fuck up
and makes it known that I’m too damn close for comfort. I respect
that.
    “ How you doing, Maria?”
    “Maria Maria,” she says, twisting a dreadlock between her
thumbs. Her eyes don’t meet mine and I can’t tell if it’s out of
fear or annoyance.
    “ Well excuse me, your highness,” I smile.
    “Just get it right, Hawke, okay? I’m not in here calling
you Eagle or Vulture or…”
    “ Got it,” I laugh. “Maria Maria it is.”
    Ever since she’s become one of us, she’s been fucking hell
bent on having her name called twice. I’ve asked her why. Zorn’s
asked her why. Kraze has asked her why. Payne’s asked her why.
Every goddamn one of us has asked her why and every damn one of us
has gotten the same reason- that’s just what I’d like to be called.
    “So what have you lovely folk been talking about?” My question is directed
to Zorn more than it is to Maria Maria.
    He’s the one to answer, “well, Maria Maria feels like a
prostitute,” he says sharply, stroking his long dark
beard.
    I laugh, slap my hand down on her knee and just fucking rip
with laughter.
    “ I feel like a prostitute!” she says sternly and that fucking
attitude in her voice shuts me the fuck up.
    There’s something about this damn girl that demands
respect. And something about her that also makes me feel protective
as hell. The protective aspect I understand. The first time I saw
her she was drenched in tears and blood, shaking and screaming like
some kind of fucking kid in a tantrum. She reminded me of me - a
long ass time ago. A memory of myself that’s so backed up in my
mind that I don’t know how it even managed to resurface. We
succeeded in calming her down, taught her about what happened to
her. But two weeks into this whole fucking mess she’s still not
understanding that there’s only one way out.
    I guess now’s not a good time to mention what I was up to
earlier.
    “ Are you close to your quota?”
    She shakes her head, the badass attitude dissipating bit by
bit. “I just can’t bring myself to do it, Hawke.”
    Zorn chips in, “women have it so fucking easy and they just
don’t know it.”
    “What part of this is easy?” she snaps, her eyes glossing over and holy
fucking hell, she’s about to cry.
    I touch my hand to her back and she tenses again, so I drop
it. “Listen. Zorn and me, we’re here to help you. It’s a fucked up
situation for all of us and…well, more for you and Zorn because I
don’t