Page 140 of Scars Run Deep

“Sweet fucking cunt,” he was grunting.

“Yes, yes!” I cried, my voice hoarse now.

He grasped my face suddenly, his swirling silver eyes burning deeply into mine, holding me captive as he gave me the fucking of my life.

And something more too.

Something much more.

Him.

Emotion shone in his eyes.

Unmistakably.

Unbelievably.

I couldn’t believe it.

He was giving me him unfiltered, no mask.

Raw.

Open.

Honest.

“Never.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Leaving.” Thrust. Thrust. “You.”

He stilled and hot cum spurted inside me, taking me over the edge once more, his roar and my scream colliding in a symphony of pleasure.

As he pulled out, he didn’t let me go.

Instead, he took me down to the floor and then gathered me onto his lap.

Jonah and Killian joined us and then the three of them were wrapping themselves around me.

Holding me.

Comforting me.

Loving me.

I couldn’t stop the words as they spilled from my lips completely unfiltered, “I love you all. I love you.”

Jonah squeezed my legs tighter. “Love you right back, Princess.”

Stroking my hair, Killian breathed, “Love you. Always.”

“You’re ours,” Asher rumbled, tightening his hold around my chest.

I smiled to myself. He couldn’t say it, but I could feel it all the same.

I could feel it so much from all three of them.

And I realized then that it had been why I’d been acting crazy and pushing and pushing to stay a part of the mission—I hadn’t wanted us parted, I hadn’t wanted them to go it alone without the help I knew I could give them.

But I knew, I knew they had it.

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