Tricksy. Yob tvou mat’. Stalking forward, Ivan kept a wary eye on the other thief. She caught his approach, stopped mid-word, and stared back at him in challenge. Ivan ignored her for a moment, catching Aiden by the nape of the neck and leaning in, swiping his tongue over Aiden’s soft lips. He squeaked in surprise, jumping, but didn’t pull free. Lifting his head, Ivan stared at Tricksy in challenge. “Mine,” he informed her flatly. From his earbud, he heard a chorus of hoots and outright howls of laughter as the three men watching enjoyed the show. Remi, somewhere in the background, demanded to
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