Page 66 of Blood of Vengeance

Heart…dead. Body…no longer mine. Those words carried so much weight, so much meaning. He loved me? How had we gotten here? And why wasn’t I terrified of any sort of emotional commitment to this man?

Because I wasn’t. At all. In fact, there was only one response I could think of in that moment.

“I love you, too. That’s why I did this.”

With a growl, Flinch pulled away, tugging at my clothes until he had my leggings off and my shirt tugged up around my neck.

“Love you and it. This room is amazing. I fully intend to fuck you on every pillow, blanket, and rug, so feel free to fill the whole damn house with them.”

My laugh turned to a groan as he dipped down to take a nipple in his mouth. Flinch wasn’t messing around—he was going for maximum response in minimum time, and I appreciated that. I spread my legs as he slid a hand between them, knowing he would have me wet and ready in seconds if I wasn’t already. The man knew my buttons and seemed hell-bent on pushing them all right then.

“Flinch.” I gripped his shoulders as he kept moving down, arching into the feel of his lips. “We don’t have much time.”

“How long?”

“Maybe ten minutes.” I yanked his shirt over his head, needing to feel his warmth on me. Inside me. “Zella and Rush will wonder where we are.”

He growled and crawled between my legs, spreading me and lifting my ass off the mattress when he sat up. While one hand began teasing where I was definitely growing wet for him, the other pulled his phone from his pocket. He typed with his thumb, showing off at being ambidextrous by teasing my clit in slow circles at the same time before tossing the phone across the bed and grabbing my thigh.

“They won’t wonder now,” he said with a wicked, slow smile spreading across his face.

“What did you do?”

“I texted Rush and told him we’re out for the night.” He lunged forward, arms wrapping around my thighs. “Fuck, I need a taste of that pussy. Been craving it all damn day.”

He dove in, tongue and fingers and growl working together to tease me into a frenzy. I arched and mewled, weaving my fingers through his hair and trying so hard to just ride out the pleasure he imparted. Something felt missing, though. A sensation I chased but couldn’t quite get to. Flinch must have figured that out because without warning, he grabbed me around the waist and flipped us both. Lying back and yanking me to straddle his head.

“Here, mate. Ride my tongue. I want to feel you come all over my face.”

“Flinch,” I moaned, but then my body took over. I worked my hips in small circles over him, chasing the high that seemed so much closer already. Grabbing the headboard I’d only just installed and holding on as his tongue made filthy words fall from my lips. Made me lose all control and come on his face the way he’d wanted.

“There we go,” he said once I had pulled away, flipping us over once more so I lay facedown on the bed. “My turn now. Gonna fuck this pussy good and hard. Make sure you know who you belong to.”

I wanted to argue—to put my feminist rage on display and remind him that I belonged to no one—but I couldn’t. In that moment, with that man nudging his hard cock inside me, I did belong to him. At least like this. At least when he wanted nothing more than to force me to find my pleasure. I would surrender to him for this.

“Deeper.” I cried, pushing back once he had his cock wedged inside me. Grabbing on to the pillow as he teased me with short, shallow thrusts. “I need you deeper.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” He slammed home, growling deep and low before pulling out once more. Dragging his cock over my tender flesh before pushing back in. He rocked me forward with every thrust, forcing me to brace myself against the headboard and push back into him. Giving me the deeper I’d so craved. And when I came, when my entire body seized around his and I screamed his name in a painful sort of pleasure that wrapped me inside out, I felt it.

A bite.

Teeth embedding themselves into my shoulder.

A burning that set my soul on fire and had me falling into a pit of pleasure unlike any I’d ever experienced. I came longer and harder and more, chanting Flinch’s name as I lost all control. As he finally released me and rose onto his knees to pound home.

“Fuck,” he groaned, thrusting faster, rocking the entire bed. “Fuck, Locklyn, I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t… Couldn’t stop.”

He came with a roar that nearly shook the house, both of us panting and sweat-covered and falling into a tangle of limbs.

And blood.

Flinch

I bit her. Had completed the claiming on my end. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to. I truly hadn’t. Not before I had talked to her about it. Explained what it meant. I hadn’t meant to, but I refused to regret the action. Especially once I started to feel her more—her emotions, her pleasure, the warmth of her feelings for me. Those were a fucking gift to experience, and I wouldn’t be refusing them.

“You bit me,” Locklyn said with a little laugh. I chuckled and nuzzled into her neck, licking at the spot where I had, in fact, bitten her. Laving over the blood and teeth marks.

“I did.” I bit her again, softer this time. Not breaking skin. “You’re fucking delicious.”

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