Misted (Team Zero #5) by Rina Kent

“You’re mine, Hellion.” He releases my lips and cages my chin between his thumb and forefinger so I’m staring into those deep, affectionate albeit dark eyes. “You’re fucking mine.”

“Yes, yours, Hawk. Only yours.” I breathe, and I’m not saying it just so he’d get inside me. I’m saying it because I’ve been his since that day I was thrown into The Pit.

I’ve been his since these deep turquoise eyes trapped me in with no way out.

I don’t even see other men. I never did and never will.

No one is Hawk for me. Absolutely no one.

“And you’ll always be.” He removes his fingers and I swear he thickened even more as he thrusts inside in one go.

I’m ready, more than ready, but as I take him all in, it’s like being stretched open. The pain intertwines with the pleasure so closely, I whimper and moan at the same time.

He swallows the sound with a passionate, all consuming kiss that robs my breath away. I wrap my arms around his shoulder and ride him — or try to anyway. Even though I’m on top, Hawk thrusts in me from below with a controlled urgency. My walls clench and zaps of pleasure consumes my body.

His hands grab hold of my off-shoulder dress and yanks it down so my breasts spill free. He releases my mouth with a wicked smirk and maneuvers me up so my hardened nipple is in his face. He takes the sensitive pink peak in his mouth, lapping at it with his hot, wet tongue. He pinches the other one between two fingers while his free hand keeps my hip down for his maddened pace.

I’m delirious, not knowing what types of sounds I’m making. I momentarily forget he’s injured or that I cried my eyes out not long ago thinking he was dead.

Hawk is all over me, pounding harder and sucking faster. His thrusts slam inside me with a force that cripples me. His arms surrounds me in a steel-like cage as he releases my sensitive nipple with a pop. His lips bruise mine in a shattering kiss.

My walls clench around him and I come on a hoarse scream against his mouth.

“Join me… please…” I gasp near his lips. “Please…”

Hawk slams into me like a lunatic, and then he growls as his back muscles turn rigid. Warmth fills my insides, and my whole body.

Alive.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I kiss him and kiss him and kiss the hell out of him.

I’ve been dead for so long and he’s the only one who can bring me to life.





31





Hawk





Pain is only a phase. You are permanent.



I stand in front of the mirror and take a puff of smoke while inspecting my wound. I wince when slapping the waterproof plaster on.

There was a moment in time when pain didn’t exist in my vocabulary. Or any of the Zeroes. We were invincible robots and Hades’ treasured army.

But if feeling no pain means ceasing to exist, then what’s the point of being invincible?

I press on the wound hard until pain shoots through my veins and fucking consumes me.

Pain is proof that I’m alive. That none of this is a dream.

That Mist actually returned for me.

I throw the half-finished cigarette in the sink and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I can see that fucked up boy who loved her and sacrificed everything for her.

And for what?

I jam my fist at him because I don’t want him out. If I feel that pain again, it’ll fucking undo me this time.

Not that I stopped feeling it for fifteen years.

The door creaks open before red strands peek in from the bathroom’s threshold.

Mist is only in a T-shirt. My fucking T-shirt.

A primal possessiveness wrenches me by the gut at seeing her wear my clothes and knowing she smells of me.

Although baggy, the T-shirt barely reaches the middle of her creamy, white thighs. Her hair is dishevelled, but she didn’t tie it, letting it fall in waves to the middle of her back.

Hugging the doorframe, she fidgets, rubbing one bare foot against her calf.

Dark hazel eyes peek at me from underneath her thick lashes as if shy or… what exactly? She’s been driving me fucking crazy since she showed up yesterday night. She’s anything but the Mist who went through hell and beyond to avoid and push me away.

“Can I join you?” she asks quietly. Meaning the shower, I suppose, since I’m standing half naked in front of it.

“Hawk!” She shrieks when her eyes fall on my bleeding knuckles.

Mist runs towards me with such deep concern over her features that it fucks me up.

Before she can touch me, I grab her hair in my fist and pull back so her head is tilted and I’m staring straight at her paling face. She releases a gasp but doesn’t attempt to free herself.

“What the fuck are you playing?” My words are biting and so is my hold on her hair, but I’m going fucking crazy anticipating the moment she’ll flip me the finger and stab me in the bloody back. Again.

Her smaller hands surround mine, and her mouth opens, magnifying the teardrop in her upper lip. “Since when did I play with you?”

“That’s the right fucking question. You never played, so why now?”

“I’m not playing. I just…” She swallows, her throat working, and I’m so aware of how her hardened nipples strain against the T-shirt. My fist clenches to rip it off and feast on everything.