** Paige’s POV **
Callen leans down, pressing a slow kiss against my inner thigh, deliberately taunting him. “Not a game,” he murmurs against my skin. “A reminder.” He grins wickedly as he looks up at Remy. “She’s ours, Rem, and we are hers. You can’t keep running from it.”
Something inside Remy snaps.
In one swift motion, he’s on me, hauling me up by the waist and pulling me against his chest, his mouth crushing mine in a kiss that steals every thought from my head. It’s fierce, but underneath the fire there’s something raw, something that trembles with need.
I melt into him, fingers trailing over his bare chest, drinking him in like I’ve been starving. His muscles are hard and defined, and I trace over them with admiration. He’s perfection.
Behind us, Callen chuckles. “Finally.”
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