Page 97 of Our Blood, Our Pain

Jules laughs.

“What’s so funny?”

“Let’s just say you never want Ivan’s attention in that way, It never ends well.”

“He won’t hurt him, will he?”

“No, but he won’t leave him alone, probably stalk him and break him down until he submits. Ivan loves to hunt.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“No, but it’s not our business. I know you like Ivan, but don’t be fooled by the nice guy persona. He’s worse than Lev and D put together.”

“Kai, stop smooching with Jules. We gotta go,” Simon says as he walks by us, jogging out of the house. Someone is in a pissy mood.

“I want you to text me when you get there,” Jules says.

“Why?”

“Just do it. If you don’t, I’ll only come find you.”

“Still a controlling asshole.”

“For you only.”

It’s later in the day and I’m more tired than I thought I’d be, especially after seeing Ivan for him to do my tattoo. He was very excited when he saw what I wanted, but he stuck to his word and kept quiet. I’m now lying in my boxers on Jules’s bed, waiting for him to see what I did for him. And me.

“I want to come home every night to you on the bed like this, waiting for me,” he says as he walks into the bedroom. I have no problem with that request. I hope he likes my surprise, both my surprises. Not only the tattoo, but I’ve prepped myself to ride his cock. Ever since Ivan finished it I’ve been so turned on at the thought of Jules’s reaction.

“I have a gift for you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Here.” I let my thighs fall open and he looks down and spots the tattoo under the rose on my thigh. I had Ivan tattoo over the teeth marks Jules left. I wanted them branded into my skin so the stamp of his ownership remains on me forever.

“You had my teeth marks tattooed, sweetheart? Who did it?”

“Ivan.”

“Ivan saw you like this?”

“Don’t get jealous. I want you. No one else. Do you like it?”

“Like it? I fucking love it. We should tattoo all my marks on your skin.”

“No, I only want them from you.”

Jules’s hands move up to my throat to caress the marks he left there from our choking session the other day, and I let myself enjoy the feeling, only slightly disappointed they aren’t as sore as they were.

“I have one more surprise.”

“Show me,” he whispers in my ear as his clothed body covers my semi naked one. I guide his hand down to my boxers for him to take them off, which he does. As he covers my body again with his I wrap my legs around his waist, and guide his hand to my open and willing hole, where he pushes two fingers in and I groan at the burn.

“Holy shit, you prepared yourself for me? You need my cock that bad?”

“Yes. I wanna ride you, make you feel good.”

Jules jumps off the bed and undresses at an impressive speed before lying on his back, stroking his cock, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

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