Page 14 of A Blackened Bond

A grin tilts my lips as I pull her back with me, laying her on top of me as we continue to lick and explore every seam of each other. I pull her further down, dragging that sexy ass right where I want it as we become more lost in each other.

The kiss turns more fevered, her grip tighter as we each fight for dominance over the other.My Red knew just how I liked to play.

I didn't mind doing the whole ‘slow and soft’ stuff for her, butthiswas more my style.

We hear a voice calling my name from behind us, followed by another clearing their throat.

I slowly pull away, but Red catches me as I do, a slight prickling pain following on my lips as I taste blood in my mouth.

She bit me…Red fuckingbitme.

She licks her lip, a small drop of the crimson liquid joining her tongue as she gives me one of those hot little glares of hers.

A shiver works its way down my body and straight toward my dick.

If madness didn’t take me, all this working up by Red and my blue balls would kill me first.

I was rock hard.

My dick could probably break through that shitty wall over there. Though it didn't look like it’d take much.

Where the hell were we anyway?

Red goes to stand, but I pull her back toward me, a small grin lacing her lips. The longer she stares at me, the more a look of relief slowly spreads in her gaze.

“Enough of this shit.” Calls Creed as he rolls his eyes.Dickhead.

He can't give a newly resurrected guy a break?Or a few moments with his mate?

I have no complaints if my brothers want to watch and learn something, either—with Red’s permission, of course.

“How are you feeling?” Creed's brows crease, a slight look of relief on his face.

He was always so prickly, a prick to everyone around him but just slightly softer to the family he chose and protected.

We were both his weakness as much as we were his strength. And he knew it.

“I’m just dandy.” I try to pull myself up and stand, but small fucking black spots take over my sight, with my limbs feeling weak and giving way from underneath me as I move.

I stumble slightly, and Red moves to catch me, but Ezra and Mal move quicker than she does.As if I’d want their man-hands on me over her sexy fingers.

They prop me up as the dots clear in my eyes, and when they do, I finally get a good look around me, my thoughts instantly questioning where the fuck they had taken me.

This place looked like some haunted house or some kind of murder site. Perfect for dumping a body or maybe some light torture…but for taking care of someone unconscious?

I glance around the dark, dilapidated space; burnt and broken walls and pieces of furniture are left around, and trees and shrubbery are taking over almost everywhere you look.

Not exactly my scene, but I guess it was quiet, and there were a few interesting things catching my eye, such as an old weapons rack and some burnt armour pieces scattered under some ivy on the floor.

This old, broken building seemed like some kind of training or fighting ground, a place where weapons were held and used to spar or train.

A lot of blood was probably spilled here. Maybe theydidchoose the best place to put me.

“How did you find this place?” I ask, looking at the guys.

“Micai brought us here,” Ezra answers, his eyes fixed like soft glue to the girl in question. “She comes here for some peace.”

I glance at Red as a strange, annoying look takes over Ezra's face that has my hackles instantly rising.

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