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“Greek coins? I’m in the middle of a case, Hermes. What the hell am I supposed to do with Greek coins?” “Save us.”
The third was a man Patrick couldn’t bring himself to look away from, desire uncoiling in his gut with a sudden spike of heat.
Hindsight was always so fucking perfect and so fucking useless.
He wanted a family. A home. Pack.
He’d grudgingly accept Jono’s apology if it meant he got free food.
You could take a soldier out of war, but you couldn’t take the war out of the soldier.
Funny how you could keep a story alive even after the subject was gone.
“You nearly got your head blown off by that fucker and you didn’t even fight him. You and your suicidal tendencies can sod off with me letting you go,” Jono retorted.
“I want you to fuck me,” Patrick said quietly.
“Fuck,” Patrick groaned, pressing his knees against Jono’s chest. “You feel so good in me.”
Jono dipped his head, nipping at Patrick’s bottom lip. “You like my cock in you?”
“Is it too late to eat my gun?” Patrick asked no one in particular. Nadine kicked him in the ankle. “Have you been talking to your therapist?” “Have you?” “Bloody hell,” Jono muttered under his breath.
“Guess we’re just gonna have to murder the fuck out of the Dominion Sect bastards together, then, won’t we?”
The filthy look Jono shot him made Patrick wish they were alone in his apartment with nothing to do tonight but fuck.
In other words, Patrick needed to stop thinking with his dick and start using his brain.
“Okay, that was hot,” Patrick said, knowing Jono could probably hear him. Jono returned to the car and raised an eyebrow at Patrick. “Hefting rocks about turns you on?”
“I have you,” Persephone whispered into his ear in the ethereal space of the veil. Which was true, in every way that mattered. The Greek goddess and queen of the Underworld owned his soul debt, after all.
If there was one lesson Jono had learned on the streets of London as a child that had followed him through the years, it was this: you didn’t get to keep the things you wouldn’t fight for.
“Are you going to monologue at me?” Patrick asked incredulously. “I don’t got time for that bullshit.”
“I’ll be your weapon if you’ll be my pack,” Jono whispered against his lips, echoing Patrick’s thoughts.
“Going to take you like this. Going to own you,” Jono growled as he sped up the motion of his hips. “You want that?”
Pack, Jono thought as Patrick reached for him, drawing him down into a lingering kiss. Home.
