Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

I can’t even bring myself to scream into my pillow because that smells like him too. Which is crazy. Because I know it doesn’t. It can’t.

This man has never said so much as a sentence to me before today. He’s a complete stranger to me. But if he pulled that thick dick out of his jeans right now, I’d let him fuck me raw atop this couch.

Hans is in loose-fitting sweatpants and a tight-fitting T-shirt. Jesus Christ. I want to put a steaming mug into his hands and stick him in a nineties coffee commercial.

But waking up with his big dick twitching against my ass… I don’t know how to be cool about that.

“I eat everything.” Hans’s rough voice fills the room. I have to stop my eyes from rolling back. I eat everything. Jesus take the wheel.

“What part of me having my hand on your hot little pussy makes you think I could have a girlfriend?” His tone is dry.

“A bear’s gotta eat,” he growls.

he drops his towel. And holy ass cheeks, this man is built like a Viking god. Battle marks and all.

The man outside is most certainly dead. My pretty little Butterfly shot him straight through the Adam’s apple.

I’ve already shown her too much of my hand with the whole surveillance thing. I don’t need to add shoe sniffer to the list.

He licks into me. “Fuck.” He pulls me closer. “Goddamn Skittles.” His mouth consumes mine. “Fucking seductress.”

But then I remember the way he ate my ass in the garage last weekend, so Hans locking me up and keeping me as his little sex pet might not be a bad thing.

“The hard lessons are the ones you usually heed more.”

Because you’re a gentleman.” I bat my eyes. “Because I’m a gentleman,” Hans repeats. “Yep.” I start walking, pulling him along with me. “Until we get to the room, of course. Then you’re going to fuck me like the brat I am.”

Cassandra lowers a hand between us, and I feel her fingers next to mine, swiping through her slickness, brushing against the base of my cock. “And.” She lifts her fingers to my lips. “I only get wet for Daddy.” I suck her fingertips into my mouth, the taste of her pussy coating my tongue. And I start to come.

The screen showing Cassandra’s house now shows a ball of fire. Cassandra gasps. “Did you just blow up my house?”

I shove my fingers under the band of her panties and slide them lower. And I groan, deep and long, because she’s fucking soaked. Her pussy is so damn wet my fingers slide right inside her heat. As my fingers push deeper, Cassandra arches her neck and takes me even deeper. “This from watching me?” I growl, fucking her with my fingers, pushing them in and dragging them out. “This pussy get drenched watching me kill those men?” She nods. On my dick. If I had a free hand, I’d press down on the back of her head.

Cassandra snickers, then leans down to lick the drop that just leaked out of my tip, and my entire body jerks at the contact. “Christ, woman,” I mumble around my fingers. She sits all the way up this time, and when

Okay, so even though I came so hard I had to change my underwear and my shorts when we stopped at a gas station, I’m still worked up enough that I’d happily climb over and impale myself on Hans’s lap if we weren’t about to pull up to someone’s house.

“How about we figure out how to kill this French prick first? Then we can make friendship bracelets around the campfire after.” King turns back to the computer.

“How’d you behead him?” Nero asks, still holding the small knife. “Schmord,” Hans replies with his mouth full of cookies.

“Because I never realized how much I wanted to make a family until I met you,” she whispers. “Because I love you, Hans. And because I’m pretty sure you love me too.” She changes my life.

“It’s Daddy, now,” I groan. “When we’re working to fill this belly, you’re gonna call me Daddy.”

Cassandra lifts her aim, just a bit. “This one is for Freya.” She fires. For Freya. A lifetime of guilt and torment unlatches from my soul as I watch the bullet penetrate Gabriel Marcoux’s forehead and blow out the back of his skull. Blood and gray matter spray through the open door behind him. It’s done.

So, while everyone else is working to ready the plane we’ll take back to Minnesota, I continue to cling to Hans like a koala.

It was his idea to officiate this wedding. He argued that since he was already ordained, there was no reason to use anyone else. But we all know it’s because he and Hans have become nearly inseparable.