Page 47 of A Spark Of Revenge

“What are you? Ow! Creed!” I scream when he brings the flat end of his wooden sword down on my ass cheek. The sting of it makes me rock up on my toes, and heat blossoms in my core as I drop my sword to the ground, rubbing at my now sore ass.

“Did you just spank me?!” I hiss out, yanking my wrist from his hold and flipping back around him as he spins his wooden sword in the air. Creed opens his mouth, cocky expression firmly in place, and I can't help myself. I launch myself at him, jumping up into his arms so that he has no option but to catch me or let me fall. Creed curses, dropping the wooden sword like I had hoped as his big hands wrap around my waist, and I snatch it out of the air before reaching around him and paddling him firmly on the ass.

“What the? Fuck, ouch! Meyer, stop it!” Creed shouts, and I spank him with the wooden sword as much as possible, knowing my chance at revenge will be short. “Ow. Give it back!” Creed holds me to him with one hand under my ass as he reaches behind him, trying to grab the sword, and I smack him on the back of the hand, making him curse.

“See! Not so fun, is it? Maybe you should be faster, and you wouldn't get smacked!” I laugh as he glowers at me.

“Really?” he growls, dropping his hold on me so that I will fall, but I tighten my legs around his waist and cling to him as I desperately try to get in a few more smacks. “You little brat! We don't have time for this. Give it back!”

“No!” I growl back, darting to one side and then the other as Creed tries to make a grab for the sword.

“Meyer!” Creed says, stumbling back when I lean too far to one side, losing his balance just before we crash to the ground, him falling on his back with me straddling his stomach. “Umph! Dammit, Meyer!” he complains, not missing a beat as his hands wrap around my wrist, holding the sword, and shakes, making my entire body move back and forth as I fight to keep hold of my weapon. “It’s mine!” Creed shouts as I bat his hands with my free one, trying to get free.

“I won it fair and square! Besides, you’ll just spank me with it if I give it back,” I accuse, yanking my sword-wielding arm free and making a run for it. I dive off Creed's body and try to scramble to my feet, but Creed is too fast. His hand latches around my ankle and pulls me back to him as he gets to his knees, tugging me under him so fast I gasp in surprise.

“You bet your sweet ass I am! I may have more self-control than my brothers, Lemon Drop. But I’m still a Demon. Do. Not. Test. Me!” he grinds out, green eyes bright as he grins ferally down at me, his teeth sharper than normal. His big hands circle each of my wrists and then pin them to the ground on either side of my head before he leans down, crashing his lips to mine.

It’s a punishing kiss—raw and full of the pain and anger we both feel for each other. Creed's mouth devours mine, his tongue pressing to my lips, asking for entry. I open, letting him in, then bite down hard, capturing his guttural groan with another harsh kiss. I grin my victory against his lips and pull back, making Creed snarl in response. His hands tighten on my wrists as he chases my lips, refusing me any space.

Suddenly, he pulls us upright, yanking me with him, keeping our lips fused as he reaches over and plucks the sword from my hand, tossing it to the other side of the training room. I tear my lips from his and scowl at him, but Creed only shakes his head, his fingers weaving into my hair and pulling me back in for another hot, breathless kiss.

“Kiss now… fight later,” he demands, lips moving against mine as I melt into his possessive hold. I kiss him with every ounce of emotion I don't feel comfortable saying out loud as I tangle my hands into his soft curls and fist them tight.

“This doesn't mean I forgive you,” I gasp out between kisses, our lips swollen, our chests heaving with barely restrained passion.

“That’s okay. I’ll earn it back, baby. Just don't shut me out,” Creed gasps, his hips bucking up, cock jumping as I give him everything I have left to offer. His warm, comforting scent surrounds me, the softest hints of amber and citrus playing in my mind, comforting me and reminding me of… Oh! Oh fuck!

Tearing my mouth from his, I gasp and lean back, pressing my palms to his chest when Creed growls, pupils blown wide as he lunges for my lips like an animal.

“Wait,” I gasp and shake my head, trying to slide off his lap and then whimpering when Creed's hands fall from my hair and clasp onto my waist, keeping me on top of him. “Creed, wait!” I shout as he snarls, leaning forward, running his tongue up the column of my throat, and making everything inside me light up. “I can’t… I… Valen,” I whisper, feeling like a complete and utter bimbo when Creed freezes, his eyes widening for a moment before he chuckles.

“Guess he wasn’t lying,” Creed mutters, releasing my hair and leaning back, supporting himself on his hands as he stares at me, heat and longing heavy in his hooded eyes.

“What? Who wasn't lying?” I ask in confusion, and Creed sighs but nods, pursing his lips.

“Valen. He heard you mention us fucking that first day, and he’s been up my ass about our relationship ever since. He pulled me out of Nox’s office to tell me that you two had already started to form a Legion bond and that he wasn't going anywhere,” Creed says softly, tilting his head to the side as he reaches out to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my swollen lips.

“Is that what it's called? A Legion bond?” I ask, my eyes fluttering closed as Creed’s thumb moves from my lips down to my neck.

“Mhmm,” Creed rasps, sitting back up as his hand wraps around the side of my neck, reminding me of Valen. I’m at a loss for what to say next. All I want to do is grab Creed and pick up where we left off, but I can’t deny the attraction and safety I also feel in Valen’s arms. The need to be with Creed is strong, but I'm scared to let him close again, and with Valen… Shit. There is honestly no comparing the two. They both do something for me, the attraction equal, and I feel like a freaking whore for kissing Creed while wanting Valen as well.

Then my brain chooses that moment to remind me of a dark pair of eyes staring down at me while he ravages my mouth, his enormous hands holding me close as he takes control of every inch of my body. No! Nope, not happening. I slam the door on the reminder of Nox’s body on top of mine and shake my head, making Creed raise a confused brow at me as my arousal only grows at the thought of each of them.

“I’m a freaking bimbo,” I groan, bringing my hands up and covering the blush heating my cheeks. Creed chuckles, and I glare through my fingers at him as he sits forward, pulls my hands from my face, and then kisses me!

“Creed,” I protest, but it's half-hearted at best.

“You’re not a bimbo, Lemon Drop. If that is the case, almost every Demon in Versipellis is as well. Hell, my father had two wives besides my mother and three Legion mates. It's just your Demon side coming out to play,” he whispers against my mouth, and I frown.

“What? You had… three moms?” I grumble into his lips when he doesn't stop kissing me.

“Four, actually. But my dad was only mated to three of them. The other one was in his Legion, so she was still considered my mom.” My brain implodes at his words, and I blink a few times, then groan as Creed bites my lips, trying to distract me from my thoughts.

“But Valen,” I whisper, trying to hold on to the last amount of my self-control.

“Already knows we have been together,” Creed replies, his hands moving up my thighs and slipping under my shirt, his warm fingers trailing up my stomach toward my breasts.

“And he’s okay with that?” I ask, and Creed snorts.

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