Play Dirty (Wages of Sin #2) - Neve Wilder Page 0,70

slicked his fist with the lotion and wrapped it around his cock, his abs rolling with each pull of his hand. Az forced himself to match Madi’s hypnotic rhythm, driving into him on every upstroke until they were both soaked in sweat, the only sounds their panting breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Az could feel himself getting close, warmth spreading through his limbs, his balls drawing up tight against his body. “Come for me, jaanum.”

Madi’s heart stuttered beneath Az’s thumb as he came with a hoarse shout, painting his release over the sink and the mirror. Az was right behind him, emptying himself inside Madi in tiny pulses of pleasure that shivered over him as he continued to thrust until he was empty.

Az kissed Madi’s shoulder, his throat, anywhere his lips could touch, not ready to let him go just yet. When he finally did slip free, Madigan twisted to look at him, a question in his gaze. Az didn’t know what it meant, but before he could ask, there was a knock on the door to the apartment.

They both frowned at each other, diving for their clothes and arming themselves before they crept to the front door. Madi stood out of sight as Az looked through the peephole, shoulders relaxing as he saw a disgruntled Ronin holding the smallest dog Az had ever seen in real life.

Az dropped the gun to his side, disengaging the locks and flinging the door wide. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Sorry, Mom,” Ronin said as he entered, taking in the two of them in their sweatpants and nothing else. “Am I…interrupting something?”

“We were sparring, preparing for whatever we encounter at the compound,” Az said as Madi rolled his eyes.

“Sure, okay.” Ronin snorted. “We’ll go with that. None of my business anyway.”

“Then why did you ask?” Madi set his gun on the counter as Ronin handed the small dog to Az, along with a bag.

“That’s her ridiculously expensive dog food, her bottled water, and a few toys.”

“Bottled water?” Az stared at the teeny gray and white dog with the pink bow on its head. He could swear the dog was smiling. Its tiny tail wagged like this was all some grand adventure.

“Does it have a name?” Madi regarded the dog the way one might regard a gremlin.

Ronin smirked. “Yes, it’s on the collar.”

Something about the sly smirk on Ronin’s face made Az uneasy. He checked the dog’s tag. “Mantis? For a dog?” Az frowned. “Are we sure this man is a psychologist? I’m almost positive he’s more disturbed than his clients.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I’d say it works on her,” Ronin said with a chuckle.

“How? The dog weighs less than the bag holding her food,” Madi said, pouring himself a glass of water and taking a swig. Az smiled. Madi didn’t like the bottled water in the fridge; he called it overpriced tap water.

Az lost himself in the way Madi’s throat convulsed on each swallow until Ronin pulled him back, saying, “Put her down, and I’ll show you.”

It seemed like a loaded ask, but Az placed the creature on the ground and then waited as Ronin rooted around in the bag. Giving a triumphant cry, he came up holding a little stuffed monkey. He tossed it on the ground and took a step back. Az found himself doing the same, though he couldn’t say why.

Mantis sniffed at the monkey then growled before attacking the stuffed toy like a hellhound, the sounds coming from its mouth almost demonic. The three men stood, watching as she tore the monkey to shreds in one go.

“Oh,” Az conceded.

“She’s not done yet.”

Az and Madi exchanged a glance, and when Az returned his gaze to the dog, she had mounted what was left of the monkey, giving it her all as she ripped the stuffing from its throat.

“Jesus,” Madi muttered.

“No wonder the good doctor finds her so fascinating.” Az chuckled.

“Yep, she’s a demon,” Ronin said. “Don’t put her on the bed or she’ll try to hump you, too.”

Az grimaced. “Thanks for the warning.”

“I gotta get going, but I’ll see you when we’re ready to storm the castle. Good luck dog-sitting.”

Once Ronin was gone and they were alone, Az crossed the room to the kitchen, refilling Madi’s glass and leaning back against his chest as he drank the water, both of them regarding the little dog.

“What do we do with her?” Az finally asked.

Madi took Az’s water bottle, helping himself, before handing it back. “I