Page 46 of Rivals

I don’t like how this has ended. She can’t get away from me. The need to remind her that she’s mine is strong. Catching up to her, I turn her in my arms, careful of her injury, my hand sliding into her hair and lifting her lips to mine. Riley’s hands grip my arms, but she kisses me back. Both of us treat this kiss like a battle of wills, hungry, demanding that the other gives in. My hands run over her neck, carefully down her body to grasp her hands in mine. Gently, my fingers dig in the side of her leggings and pull them down to her knees.

“Reign,” she gasps my name against my lips. Fuck, I want her already. Sliding my hand around her front, I grasp her pussy in my hand and bite on her lip. Riley whimpers into my mouth and I chase the sound with my tongue. Very deliberately, I move my lips along her jaw.

“You’re going to have to be quiet, babe. Remember, we’re in a library.” That’s the last warning I give her before I sink to my knees in front of my girl, placing a kiss on the top of each of her thighs. She rubs them together as I press another kiss to the top of her sex. I hear her intake of breath and one of her hands slides into my hair, fisting the strands.

“Hang on, Riles. We aren’t done until you come at least two times on my tongue and again on my dick.”

I don’t give her another warning before capturing her thighs in my hands and licking her slippery little slit. Riley’s head falls back against the shelf and thrusts her lower body further into me. That’s all the invitation I need. Soft, sweet, and delicious. I can’t get enough of thrusting my tongue inside her, licking her, and listening to the little noises she makes, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her hips writhe harder with each brush of my tongue on her clit. I do this again and again until she lets a moan escape before coming and grinding her pussy all over my lips and jaw.

“That’s one,” I count, my eyes quickly meeting her lust-filled ones. This time I use my fingers, gently thrusting them inside her, enjoying the way her wet heat grips them.

“Reign, I need you to fuck me, please.”

I laugh against her skin, pressing kisses and sucking on the tender flesh inside her thighs. “I will, babe. But first you need to come again on my tongue. I want your taste to linger in my mouth all night.”

“Oh, god.” Her head rolls to the side and her body jolts as I nip at her already sensitive clit. The fingers she has in my hair, spread out over my head, pushing my face further into her. Riley is never shy about taking what she wants from me, and I love it. I want to give her all her pleasure and be the only one responsible for making her feel good. It’s messed up but seeing her virginal blood on my cock did something to me. It rocked me to the core, knowing I was her first, the only one to ever be inside her. I didn’t care about the mess or the stain. I wish I never had to wash it off my dick at all. It was sexy. A little smear of red staining my skin and proclaiming her mine.

Quickly, I dig my hand into my pocket and pull out my small pocket knife. Using my teeth and lips on her clit, I nip slightly and at the same time make a small cut inside her thigh, up high, close to her mound. Her hand slaps over her mouth to contain her groan when she comes again.

“Two. What a good girl,” I praise her, capturing her eyes with mine. I let my obsession and loyalty to her shine through. Her chest heaves from breathing hard and trying to contain herself.

“I need more,” she whispers, her hand pulling at my shirt, trying to get me to stand.

I chuckle. “So eager for me to fill your pussy, my little puck slut?”

“Fuck me, please,” she begs and I can’t wait any longer to be inside her.

My fingers move to my jeans, unbuttoning the button and sliding them down far enough to get my dick out. With one hand I lift her leg and wrap it around my waist, while using the other to drag the head of my cock through the blood on her thigh from my cut. I watch as the purplish skin turns pinkish as her blood rubs in. My chest expands at the sight. It’s fucking perfect. Addicting. I need inside her, to make her mine. Using my other hand, I line myself up with her entrance and shove forward into her welcoming heat.

Fire races down my spine while her silky, hot skin grips onto my cock, greedily sucking it in as far as it can go. She moans in pleasure, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. She feels incredible. “Fuck, Riley. I need you to be mine. I don’t care what anyone says. Be my girlfriend.”

My lips brush hers, kissing her until black dots cloud my vision. I would consume her if I could. Take her breath into my lungs and breathe only her forever. I pull back just enough to hold her gaze. I’m about to say more when I feel her inner muscles clamp around my shaft, her climax rolling through her. It’s enough to send my own spiraling and I shove deeper inside her, letting my release go.

“Okay.” Her voice is soft and slightly hoarse; I almost don’t think I hear her right.

Gently, I lower her feet to the ground and tuck my dick back in before helping her shimmy her underwear and leggings back on. “Okay, okay?”

Riley smirks and walks away quickly. I follow her to the table where she grabs her backpack.

“Where are you going?” I take her hand in mine, wondering if I screwed this up somehow.

“We can’t stay here after that. I need to get cleaned up.”

“But you agreed. You said okay.”

She stops and laces her fingers with mine. “This stays between us, okay. I don’t need any more issues with your admirers. At least give them the illusion there’s a chance.”

I scoff, pulling her in and kissing her forehead. “They never stood a chance, babe. None of them were you.”

Her cheeks turn pink, but I can tell from the way her lips clamp closed that she has no words. Taking her hand in mine, I lead us out of the library and to my car. I drive us right to my place and order a pizza. We should celebrate after all. Reign Thorn does do girlfriends, but only if they’re Riley Conrad.

Reign

Having Riley say “okay” to me has settled the inner beast inside for now. I can actually walk by some of the male population in school without them cowering or running scared. I’ve taken a small break from the rink, much to Leif and Carter’s relief.

“That junior from last week did drop out,” Carter informs us while heading to the arena. It’s the girls’ team’s first home game and I can’t wait to see Riley dominate the ice.

“I barely hit him.” I shrug while we walk, pulling my hat more securely on my head.

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