Page 8 of Fatal Vengeance

Creed laughs, soft and dirty, before burying his face against my neck to kiss, lick, and bite his way across my skin. When he reaches my ear, giving it a teasing nibble as he curls his fingers inside me, he whispers, “So fucking wet for me, baby. Do you get this wet and needy for Griffin too? Your pussy just begging for his attention, hmm?” There’s no trace of jealousy in his voice, just plain arousal, and I suddenly get the sense that he’d get off on some, um, group action. Fuck me. Before I can get my tongue to work and offer Creed any kind of answer, someone knocks on the door and shatters my high like a fucking popped balloon.

Never deterred, Creed pulls back enough to grin salaciously at me, his fingers deep inside me and his thumb working over my clit. “Oh no, Prudence, we’re not done. Come for me, baby. Let me make you feel good. And when you’re done, I’m going to bury my face between those silky thighs and clean you up.”

I gasp and moan and squirm, fighting with myself to stay quiet even as my pleasure rockets up in seconds and my climax is near once more. It’s enough to give me freaking whiplash. I’m acutely aware of someone standing on the other side of the door, but my body is screaming for this release, and there’s just no way I will leave this bed until I get it.

“God, Creed, I’m so close,” I whimper, digging my nails into his back and arching into him. I don’t have a bra on, so there’s only his thin shirt I wore to bed between us, and the sensation of his chest rubbing against my nipples has my eyes rolling back in my head. His hard, hot cock pressing into my thigh doesn’t help. I so desperately want to beg him to tear my underwear off and sink inside me.

Another, more insistent knock echoes around the room, but I’m too far gone to care. When Creed leans down to kiss me again, biting my lip like he wants to consume me as badly as I want to with him, I explode. Pleasure races through me, curling my toes as I drop my head back against the pillow to cry out. He works me through the entire thing, murmuring praises and filthy promises that I don’t really process while I’m riding out my orgasm.

“Creed! Open this fucking door,” an all too familiar voice snaps just as I slump into the mattress, my body spent and utterly sated.

A scowl immediately forms on my face as I glare at the damn door. “Cock blocker,” I mumble.

Creed breathes out a laugh, pushing up onto his knees between my legs. He is gloriously naked, his dick leaking precum and calling out to my mouth. What I wouldn’t give to taste him in the back of my throat. To tease and suck and stroke until he’s trembling and groaning. What a fucking vision he would make.

Except I can’t have what I want, because Asher is waiting on the other side of the door.

“Yeah, coming! One fucking second,” Creed calls back. He holds my gaze as he slips his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes with a satisfied hum while he tastes my release. It’s way hotter than it has any right to be. He pulls his fingers away with a smirk, saying quietly just for me, “Let me get rid of him, and then I’m fucking you until neither of us can remember what's wrong in our lives.”

I nod happily, biting my lip. “Yes, please,” I murmur back as he gets off the bed. Sadly, he has to put that gorgeous dick away, jumping into black gym shorts on his way to the door. I pout the second his lower half is covered, my pussy a greedy thing right now. My underwear are uncomfortably wet and my nipples are clearly visible through my thin shirt, so I scoot back against the headboard and tuck the thick comforter up to my chin, just in case Asher peeks past Creed and gets an eyeful of me. My feelings for him are muddy and confusing, but if I know anything for sure, it's that I don't want him to see me like this. Not yet anyway.

Moments later, when Asher shoves his way into the room, ignoring Creed's cold dismissal, I deflate. There's no way he's going to leave, not judging by the set, stern look he's giving me.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asks, looking from me to Creed and back. There's no doubt in my mind that Asher would have heard my climax through the door if he was standing close enough, and my cheeks heat from the knowledge. Griffin follows Asher into the room, giving me an apologetic smile while Creed shuts and bolts the door with a heavy sigh.

"Yes, actually, so what do you want?" I answer, crossing my arms over the comforter to keep my nipples covered. I'm equally uncomfortable and unashamedly turned on right now, knowing his eyes are on me, and I really don't know what the hell to do with all that.

Asher holds my gaze for a moment, his jade eyes intense and almost haunted, and then he pulls a flip phone from his jean pocket. We all agreed to leave our cell phones behind when we left Blackwood, just in case The Celestials could track us somehow, so Asher must have picked this one up at a gas station or something. Or he's had it stashed with his money for the purpose of running one day? "I don't know how, but my dad found me," he huffs, waving the phone in the air before handing it over to Creed. Looking back at me, Asher adds, "We have to leave, and this time, we have to actually stay hidden, or we all die."

My stomach plummets.

What a way to kill the lingering high of my orgasm.

7

Creed

“Hold on, what the fuck do you mean, your dad found you? Why do you have a phone? I thought our plan was to lie low; no phone calls, no internet, pay for cash everywhere,” I grit out carefully, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning my back against the door. From here, I can easily see Asher’s tense posture, Griffin fighting with his urge to go to Prudence and scoop her up, and finally, my little fiery Ember, bundled up in bed with flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Fuuuuck, she’s a vision. If Asher wasn’t my cousin, I might have killed him for interrupting us.

Asher sighs, looking at Griffin for a moment, having some kind of silent conversation. I narrow my eyes at the two of them, trying to read the room. I’m not sure what it is, but something’s weird between them. Either they fucked each other stupid and feel weird admitting it, or there’s another kind of secret brewing between them that they don’t want Prudence and me to know.

I shift on my feet, about to call them out for this bullshit, but Asher breaks away from Griffin’s gaze and starts explaining before I can say a word. “This is a pre-paid burner,” he says as he pockets the cell phone without offering it to Prudence to see his father’s threats. Probably a good idea, because it’s chilling. The text read, Do you really think I can’t find you, son? That I don’t have eyes on you even now? You know the reach we have within our ranks. Come back and hand over the girl before you force my hand.

The worst part is, I believe every word. The Celestials have police, tech geniuses, and more in their pockets. It’s really not shocking to think they’ve somehow already tracked us down.

Asher explains, “I bought it at one of the gas stations we stopped at while the rest of you were using the bathroom and getting snacks. I just thought it would be a good idea to have some way of calling for help should we need it, right? I thought it was safe enough, that there was no way—“ He stops himself and shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before adding, “But not even a week later, and he’s somehow tracked me down. I don’t fucking know how he managed it, but we all know just how powerful The Celestials are. The text came in half an hour ago. Griffin and I are already packed up and ready to leave. You two should hurry, so we can head out before we’re all murdered.”

His tone is somber, yet furious, and I can tell he blames himself for this slip up. But fuck, he didn’t know they’d be able to find us so quickly, so there’s no reason to beat him up over it. I have a feeling we’re going to face much worse than what we’ve already seen from The Celestials. We’re going to need to be a strong, united group against them.

Prudence meets my gaze, biting her lip, her brows furrowed. Asher and Griffin both turn to look her way a second after I do, as if they’re both drawn to her without even realizing, and I have to smother my smug smile. I fucking knew this girl would make all three of us weak sons of bitches.

With crimson cheeks and messy hair tumbling around her shoulders, she says, “Um, I get the sense of urgency, but I’m not getting out of this bed while Asher’s here. So… can you leave?” Her voice hitches up at the end, like at the very last second she decided to frame that as a question rather than a demand.

Asher rolls his eyes, clearly on edge from that text and forgetting his manners. "The entire hallway would have heard you screaming. It’s not like I don’t know what you two were doing in here, and clearly you’re not naked. What's the issue?" He pointedly looks down at my white tee that Prudence slept in, where it's just barely visible over the comforter she's holding to her chest.

"Ash," Griffin tries to reason, while I take a step forward, ready to drag my cousin out of the room for Prudence can be comfortable. Before I can manage it, Prudence sighs, grits her teeth, and slides out of bed wordlessly, and I watch her in awe. In fact, all three of us watch her, and I get the sense that even with his pissy mood, Asher is drawn to her curves as she stands before us.

Prudence slowly raises her gaze from the floor to meet Asher's, a tight expression on her face that shows just how uneasy she is right now. The only thing on her is my shirt, which hangs down to her mid-thigh, but even as exposed as she is, she lifts her chin like she’s making herself bigger by her attitude alone.

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