Crowed (Team Zero #2) by Rina Kent

I meet his darkened gaze and swallow. “This is my first...”

“Don’t I fucking know it.” He slides down my shorts and underwear and positions himself between my legs. His wild gaze ravishes my naked skin. My body sparks to life as if he’s stroking me with his fingers.

Crow holds both my thighs in his large hands and rasps, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I’m still mulling his words when he thrusts deep inside me in one go. I yelp. He fills me whole, expanding me from the inside out. And it hurts. I cover my eyes with the back of my hand.

He stills and traces my lips with the tip of his fingers. His voice is full of concern. “Are you okay?”

I nod.

He starts moving, slow and measured. All pain fades away. Instead, a consuming sensation builds beneath the surface. My stomach contracts and my inner walls clench around him. Crow removes my hand from my face and kisses me so deeply, so ravenously, heat erupts all over my skin.

He pulls out of me, dragging his length against my folds then slams into me again. I gasp and whimper and moan all at once. I’m a shaking, trembling mess, and I love every bit of it.

Crow always pushed me to the edge. He always made me feel unearthly things. This intense sensation is one of them.

He picks up his pace, pounding into me until I’m at that addictive place all over again. My stomach nearly takes flight with him filling me, hammering into me relentlessly.

“Crow... I-I’m... I-I-m...”

“Let go,” he growls into my ear.

The order is like a bomb detonator. I come apart all around him. The impact is so much more intense than earlier. So fulfilling, I don’t want to come down to the world of the living. I clench around him with so much force, he curses, his face morphing into ecstasy.

I’m still blown away by the waves when Crow grunts from the back of his throat and spills inside me.

We shatter together. Something breaks as our bodies mingle into each other. The flow of flooding energy and emotions between us is like breathing life into one another.

Still panting, Crow flips me over so he’s on his back and I’m lying on top of him.

We lie in each other’s arms, breathing heavily, with him still seated deep inside me. I rest my cheek in the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling his leather scent. My fingertips trace the side of his muscles where the little birds take flight.

“What do the birds mean?” I murmur.

His finger traces the line of my shoulder. “Why do you think they mean something?”

“I kind of guessed it.” I smile up at him and get caught by those blond strands falling over his forehead.

“It’s my age.”

“Thirty-six.” My cheeks redden and quickly follow up with, “Not that I have been counting.”

“You’re so fucking adorable.” He kisses the top of my head and I melt.

“Why did you tattoo your age?” I ask, still tracing the birds.

“It was the only thing I remembered since I was kidnapped. Probably because I engraved it in my skin before they gave us Omega. It’s the only thing I’m sure about.”

My chest squeezes so hard, tears spring to my eyes. It’d be a lie to say I hate my father. He was absent most of the time, but he was my father. I can’t just hate him, but I hate everything he’s done to Crow. I despise and loathe him for it.

I stroke Crow’s chest and murmur, “I’m so sorry for what my father did to you.”

“Why are you apologising for something you didn’t do?”

“I’m his daughter and –”

“You have nothing to do with what he’s done. Team Zero needs to understand that, too.” His arm tightens around my waist, it’s almost painful as he growls. “I would kill them all for you.”

I close my eyes, snuggling closer to him.

Crow didn’t only make me forget death as he promised, but he also made me want to battle it.

I want to live. And I want to live with him.





Crow


Eloise’s warm body is entangled around mine.

I tilt my head back to stare at her sleeping face. With each second I get trapped in her tiny features, I become sure about two things. One: she looks so fucking beautiful when asleep. Two: I would do anything to keep that peaceful expression on her face.

I brush a strand of hair from her cheek, fingers gliding on her soft skin. What had I done to deserve someone like her? I sigh. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop touching her. I can’t even remember my fucking life before her.

She got under my skin so easily, so effortlessly, like she has always belonged there.

Now it’s my job to protect her. Even if it means my own fucking death.

And I did mean it about kidnapping her. If she continues being stubborn, I’ll throw her tiny body over my shoulders and get the fuck out of here.

Eloise stirs, her fingers brushing against my bare chest as she moans in her sleep. The sound springs my erection to life all over again. I groan. There she is, fast asleep, not paying the slightest attention to the effect she has on me.

Cheerio trots inside, her tail wiggling back and forth. She tugs on the edge of the sheet. When I ignore her, she woofs.

“Shush.” I put a finger on my lips. “Let her sleep.”

The dog huffs and nudges my leg. She must be really hungry.