Page 126 of Scars Run Deep

“Fuck,” he breathed, shoving a hand through his hair.

I went to him and squeezed his good shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, we always do. We won’t lose her. We won’t let any of this external shit and these motherfuckers fuck with any of it.”

“Jonah?”

“Yeah?”

His eyes softened again, opening to me.

It was just brief like before.

But then his hand was wrapping around the back of my neck and he tugged me down to him, crushing his mouth to mine.

I couldn’t react right away, or respond, given how shocking it was.

All I could do was open for him, and as he took my mouth with his lips, teeth and glorious tongue, it wasn’t vicious and brutal like usual.

It was a ferocious explosion of passion all over me and I rose to it, my tongue tangling with his, making me groan into his mouth as I got lost in his taste and him treating me to this sort of worship.

His hands were all over me then, sinking into my hair, tugging at the vibrant blue and black strands, then gliding down my collarbone, over my pecs, trailing searing heat in their wake, before they came to a stop at my raven’s head belt buckle.

I still had my hands down by my sides, as was our usual thing. He didn’t let me touch him freely, only at an order from him. My fingers were shaking and itching to reach out right now, though, worse than ever before.

So attuned to everything and especially me, he pulled his mouth from mine and rasped, “I’m not your Sire tonight. Touch me. I want you all fucking over me.”

“Fuck me, you keep saying shit like that and I’m gonna come right here and now.”

He grinned, and it was sexy as fuck.

Real, raw, and open.

I couldn’t resist it for the life of me, and I was hooking my fingers into the waistband of his jeans in the next second and jerking him hard against me, our hard chests pressing together, his heated skin burning into mine.

Growling, I licked and sucked on his neck.

He fisted my hair, holding me there to him, groaning and loving it.

It just spurred me on all the more, and I was ravenous with him then, licking and sucking, biting all over his throat, suckling on the pulse point, which had him throwing his head back and giving me better access, opening to me.

Opening to me! After all this time.

Fuck, I couldn’t get enough.

He was right there with me, proving it in the next second as he grasped my biceps and turned us, walking us into his bedroom. I didn’t stop tasting him for a second and we tripped several times on the way, before we bumped into the foot of his bed.

I finally was pulled away when he unbuckled my jeans in two swift movements, then opened my fly.

“Shit, Ash,” I gasped, as he jerked them down over my ass, my raging hard cock bouncing free.

He fucking licked his lips, almost undoing me in the process.

When he stepped back, I whimpered at the loss of his touch all of a sudden.

“Shh,” he crooned, guiding me back to him by a hand to the back of my neck and brushing a kiss over my lips.

And then he pulled away again.

But I didn’t have time to be disappointed about it, because absolute shock trumped everything when he pulled off his jeans and climbed onto the bed—on his back.

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