Page 49 of Blood of Vengeance

“Fucking goner,” I whispered to myself as I stepped inside, taking a moment to kick off my boots. I even locked the door behind me. Did it matter if a supernatural wanted inside? No. Was I still going to do it so meth head Timmy down the road didn’t come walking inside? Of course. No-brainer.

I carried Locklyn into what had become her room, a low growl rumbling through my chest. The whole room smelled of her. Deep and sensual and with an almost fruity tinge to it. The scent rocked me, making my wolf wake up once more. Making my growl grow louder. I needed to get the fuck out of there before I stripped her naked and had her riding my cock. Needed to jack off ten times before I dared to try to sleep. Needed?—

“Flinch.”

My girl whispered my name in her sleep, and my heart melted. “Yeah, short stack?”

“Stay.” She gripped me tightly, pulling herself closer to my chest. I carefully set her down on the bed and dropped to my knees. Hanging on to her as she continued to grip my arm.

“I can’t stay,” I said, literally shaking with restraint. “If I crawl into that bed with you, I won’t be able to control myself.”

Locklyn opened her eyes, staring straight into mine. “That’s what I want.”

“Baby, I?—”

“I need you here.” She rolled forward, grabbing me behind the neck, and I lost my fucking mind. Nothing could have held me back from her in that moment. Not a goddamned thing. I quickly stripped myself bare, growling the entire time, and climbed onto the bed. Running my nose along her cheek, I practically rolled over her, avoiding laying my weight on her, to end up on the mattress behind her. She turned immediately, facing me. Curling her body into mine the second I had settled.

“Better,” she whispered, though my neglected cock and anxious wolf would have argued with her. This wasn’t better. Having my mate in my house—in my bed—while keeping a physical distance from her had been bad enough. Lying with her, feeling her body heat against mine as I drowned in her scent? Fucking torture.

And then those wicked hands started running over my skin. Not widely at first, just a small patch of my chest. Her fingers seemed to like to curl into the hair there. My cock grew heavy and weepy between my thighs, and I locked every muscle down to keep him on a fucking leash. Locklyn didn’t make it easy. The hands on my chest weren’t enough, apparently. She also scooted closer and hiked one of her long legs over my hip. Opening herself to me.

The scent around us deepened, her need and desire growing more apparent.

“Locklyn,” I growled, no longer able to control the wolf within me. No longer able to keep my hands off her body, though forcing myself to stop at gripping her hips. Hard. My mate would have bruises in the morning that I would want to kiss better.

She didn’t heed my warning, though. Instead, she curled even closer, sighing as our bodies met. As she pressed her breasts against me in an act of overt aggression.

“Mate.” The word came out choked and indistinguishable, my growl deepening to the point of pain. Once again, Locklyn didn’t heed the warning. She invited me closer, letting those wandering hands and curious fingers slide over my hips and around. Gripping my ass tightly and tugging me between her thighs.

The second I felt the warmth of her pussy against my needy cock, I broke. Surrendered to the wants and needs of my basest desires when it came to her. At least partially, because my desire was to watch my girl bounce on my cock for an hour or so, but we weren’t there yet. Two-for-one…I still owed her. And I always paid my debts.

Without a word, I rolled us over so she ended up straddling my waist. Her weight on me called up something from deep within me, something more animalistic than I had ever felt before. The want and need to bite into her flesh, to join with my mate while she screamed out her pleasure rocked me right down to my toes. I had to resist, though. Had to do right by her. Had to give instead of receive.

“Flinch,” she whimpered, rocking her hips against me. Breaking through a handful of threads of my control.

Fuck, I just needed a taste.

With a roar from the depths of my soul, I ripped her pajamas from her body, slicing right through the flimsy fabric of her panties in the same go. Thankfully not catching any skin. I had a feeling if I had scratched her—if the scent of her blood had dared to greet me—I would have buried my teeth in her neck and said fuck the giving. I would have given her my cock and nothing else. But I still had some control, which meant I was going to get my taste of her. Just not her blood.

Gripping her hips, I tugged and lifted until she followed my directions. Dragged her body up mine until her knees were on either side of my head and her swollen pussy hovered directly above my face. Until that sweet cherry scent enveloped me and had my cock leaking at the thought of getting inside her juicy heaven.

This was going to be a long night.

“You want me, you’ve got me,” I said, every word rolling with the snarl of my inner beast. “Now sit on my face and ride my tongue. I need to taste you come.”

Sixteen

Locklyn

Flinch was going to kill me. Absolutely kill me dead with nothing more than his rough hands and dirty mouth.

“Now,” he said and smacked my ass a lot harder than I would have expected. I did as I’d been told, lowering my weight so he had access to me. “I said sit.”

“I am sitting.”

With a growl that likely should have scared me but instead had me dripping at the sound of it, Flinch grabbed me and began manhandling me again. He pulled me straight down, forcing me to practically fall right on his face. I gasped and tried to raise up, somehow afraid I would hurt him, but he kept a strong hold and refused to release me for even a breath.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice slightly muffled by my being in the way. His lips brushing against me making my entire body break out in goose bumps. “When I say sit on my face, I mean sit. None of this hovering bullshit.”

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