Page 47 of Scars Run Deep

He lapped at the blood dripping from my neck.

And then he shoved the right cup of my bralette down that was exposed with my off-the-shoulder top, and twisted my nipple, while suckling on my neck.

The contrasting dual sensations had me beside myself.

I was dripping, sure my panties were soaked.

We were rutting and grinding against one another like animals.

He was devouring me, marking me, and claiming me all over again.

And I needed more… so much more.

I ran my fingers over his belt, across to the prominent silver belt buckle of a raven’s head.

I was two quick moves away from opening it and releasing his cock.

And then my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I stilled as it pulled me out of the moment.

Another bite from Jonah, this time right beside my breast, had me sinking back into it.

Another erotic lick soothing the sting held me there.

But then it buzzed again.

And again.

I groaned.

Jonah grunted and eased back. “You’d better get it.”

“Yeah,” I panted, my hands shaking from the overstimulation. It had me fumbling for a little bit, enough that it sparked amusement in Jonah’s eyes.

I managed to pull my phone out and I swiped it open to see what was going on.

Killian: I’m at Fusion.

Killian: Got the Grey Goose Ducasse.

Killian: Miss you, darlin’.

I smiled to myself. Of course it was him.

Aurora: Excellent. Thank you.

I stowed my phone away, then told Jonah, “It was Killian checking in.”

“Fucking Kill,” he groused. “And he calls Asher the ultimate cock block when it comes to you.” He drew back with obvious effort. “Jesus fuck,” he said, adjusting his hard dick in his jeans.

“If it’s any consolation, he’s picking up something on my behalf, something for your treat during dinner tonight.”

He looked more than a little surprised. “My treat?”

“Of course. I’m doing something special for Killian and Asher, did you really think I’d leave you out?”

“No, I mean… I guess I figured my thing was spending time with you doing what I love… cooking up a storm.”

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