Page 31 of Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I yanked his wrists higher up his back, forcing him onto his tiptoes and bent my knees a little, making sure I brushed that sensitive spot with every harsh thrust. My pace quickened and the sounds echoing in the room were obscene. Skin slapping skin. Breaths mingling. Grunts. Groans. Rook’s whimpers as he got close. It was a euphoric symphony, building to an overwhelming crescendo.

“Come with me, baby boy.” I wrapped my hand around his dick, loving how hot and heavy it felt in my hand.

I pumped him in time with my thrusts, hard and fast, until he screamed my name.

His cum poured all over my hand, and the feel of his body trembling beneath mine tipped me over the edge. I rocked into him a few more times, prolonging my orgasm and letting the electric sensation of it thrum through my veins.

I carded my hands through his long, wet hair. “Love you, baby boy.”

“Love you too.” I could hear the smile in his words. “I hope Nox does training with Raevyn because all I want to do is curl up in bed with you.”

“One short cuddle. I dread to think what Nox will do if we leave her alone with him for too long.”

He laughed and then placed a bottle in my hand. “I think it’s your turn to clean me.”

I gave his ass a playful spank and set myself to work making sure every inch of him was clean.

Chapter Fifteen

Raevyn

Istared at the ceiling from my spot on the training mat. I was flat on my back. Again.

Nox’s face appeared above me, a crooked grin on his face and mischief burning bright in his eyes.

“You’re going to have to be quicker than that, pretty girl.”

I rolled to my knees and jumped back on my feet. “Why is this so hard?”

“Because you’re overthinking. You’re trying to anticipate what I’m going to do next instead of using your instincts.” He crouched into an attacking position again. “Stop trying to hit me and hit me.”

“Isn’t that a line from a movie?” I asked as I matched his position.

“Probably. But that’s not the point. Stop trying so hard. Would it help if I brought out the fun stuff?”

“What?” What the hell did that even mean?

He pulled a sleek black blade from the waist band at the back of his leather pants and held it out towards me by the tip of the blade. “Why don’t you try and stab me?”

“You’re crazy!”

“Most definitely. But just thinking about you with a knife is giving me all sorts of ideas.”

“Nope. Absolutely not.” Did he really think he was going to make me attack him with a fucking knife? No way. Not happening.

“Fine. Guess I’ll just have to piss you off then.”

“What—”

He didn’t give me a chance to finish my sentence before hurtling the knife in my direction. I reacted instantly, somehow catching the knife by the tip of the blade as it flew in my direction.

“See,” Nox said smugly. “Instincts. The only thing stopping you, is you.”

Well, I’ll be damned. The maniac was right. “But I don’t see how that’s miraculously going to make me better at hand-to-hand combat. I was never allowed to train with the others.”

“What do you mean ‘train’?” Nox asked, a puzzled expression crowding his features. “What kind of coven were you?”

“We were a coven devoted to death. To the Revenants. And we were expected to be comfortable with all aspects of death. Helping someone crossover whether by someone else’s hand or by our own. I didn’t have magic, though, so I wasn’t invited into the practical lessons. Only theory.” I remember the shame I felt every time my sisters went to study, and I was left behind. It wasn’t surprising that they chose to sacrifice me, it wasn’t like I held any other worth.

---