Prymal Lust

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brother overheard their banter?
    Did Mishe suspect something?
    “ If your brother finishes BUD/S, then the real training begins. Let me cut to it for you. He won’t be deployed for at least twenty-four months.” Axe shook the liquid in his glass and drank the rest of his scotch.
    Horror sliced a shiver over her nape. Tania hadn’t even considered the fact Jaz might actually have to go to war. “But, the troops are being brought home. Isn’t that right? Jaz may not have to go overseas.”
    “That’s what this president says. Who knows what will happen over the next few years?” Mishe’s cell phone dinged. He picked it up and glanced at the screen.
    Senior Chief Johnson patted her hand.
    Axe growled. There was no other word for the sound coming from him.
    The two men exchanged a glance above her head.
    Johnson whisked his arm back and shifted his chair away from her. “I understand you’re concerned for your brother, Tania. Trust me, he will want to go wherever he’s needed. There’s nothing worse than becoming an expert in a skill set and not being able to utilize that skill set.”
    Skill set?
    Was that some sort of pseudonym for learning how to use lethal weapons? Survive the famous Hell Week she’d heard about? Tania realized she had a ton of research to do. She knew diddly squat about SEAL training.
    “Heads up, sis. Here comes the parents and the bros. Mom’s smiling. Wonder how Breede managed that one.” Mishe scraped his thumb over his jaw.
    “She is?” Tania’s brows rose. She twisted around and spied the rest of her family approaching. “They’re all smiling. I don’t get it. Mishe?”
    “Don’t borrow trouble, sis. My advice. Avoid the whole topic completely. Crap, Viktor brought Lissette.” Mishe let out a loud groan.
    Tania grimaced when she spotted her uncle and aunt and their daughter-in-law walking toward their table.
    Lissette epitomized the Wylfen ideal wife. Petite, graceful, and stunning, she never had a hair out of place. Never had an awkward moment. She spoke several languages and had been the perfect foil for Robert’s burning ambition.
    Both Senior Chiefs rose when the group reached them.
    Tania shifted her chair so she could nod at Lissette, and her aunt and uncle. Spreading her lips into what she hoped passed for a smile she stared at the far wall unable to concentrate on anything but the memory of Axe’s teeth on her shoulder.
    Her father made the necessary introductions.
    Tania couldn’t haul her stare away from Axe’s black clothed thigh to the right of her shoulder. His musk, heavy with spice, filled her nose. She had the ridiculous urge to nuzzle his groin. Lick his balls. Slurp the precum from his leaking cock. She didn’t even try to listen to the discussion going on around her. Something about SEALs and training.
    Having that tequila shot may not have been the best move. She felt giddy.
    A couple of minutes later, Axe sat with an audible thud. “Stop.”
    “Stop what?” She latched onto the obvious bulge at his crotch. Smiled when his arousal threatened to burst the seams of his fly. Axe wasn’t as unaffected by her as he pretended. Good. She’d hate to be the only one screaming-frustrated.
    Around them a conversational bubble reverberated. Her brothers and uncles were involved in a fervent debate about stock options.
    “Staring at my cock.”
    An inferno danced across her face. She forced her gaze away from his groin. This was so insane. She had real issues to resolve. The last thing she needed was this feverish sexual desire. Her pussy wanted his thick dick. She wanted his dick. Gawd, she was so wet.
    “You’re creaming, aren’t you?” He muttered sotto voce.
    She reached for the pitcher of iced water the waiter had deposited in the middle of the table minutes before. Was tempted to pour it over her head.
    Axe’s hand settled on her knee.
    The tablecloth hid his possessive action.
    An incredible thrill cascaded through her. The roots of her hair

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