Page 73 of A Blackened Bond

Ithought I knew what bliss was. The red droplets pooling at the end of my fist as it meets whatever meat-sack pissed me off. The feel of cold steel between my fingers as I palm my blade against an enemy. Or the mindless slaughter of those who threatened what’s mine…but I was wrong.So wrong.

I watch Red as she takes a seat at the kitchen countertop, a sweet pink blush still coating her cheeks from the three sexy rounds we had a few minutes ago.

Fuck she was beautiful.

How the hell I managed to pull out of her, I’ll never understand. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to bury myself back inside her and lock us in that bathroom.

Ezra would be listening to his own personal porn soundtrack directed by yours truly and starring our beloved Red.

Fuck that would be hot, wouldn’t it?

We left Ez in bed to snore his brains out and crept downstairs to grab some breakfast. Gotta keep my beloved fed.

I make my way over to the kitchen presses, opening them one after the other. But how the fuck do I cook for her?

My eyes narrow at the pan I’ve just taken out, wondering how the hell Creed makes those delicious sweet pancakes of his.

The bastard makes it seem so easy, throwing flour and…milktogether? Fuck…I don’t know.

I glance back at Red watching me with a sexy grin stretching her lips.

I give her a wink, trying to throw her off from my lack of knowledge of cooking, and she chuckles. The sound like heaven to my ears.

My Red was breathtaking. And just as beautiful, bare and naked, moaning as she was grinning at me now.But why not have both?

I glance back at the white powdery mixture I’ve taken from the press and now hold in my hands, then back toward the carton of milk on the counter…or was I supposed to add eggs?

Fuck it.I place the flour down.

Maybe she’ll let me spread her across the countertop and make her feel full in a different way.Again.

A grin stretches my lips as I turn around, ready to hear that sweet symphony fall from those plump lips, when in walks Ezra. He gives me a knowing smirk.

So the asshole heard us after all.

He creeps up behind Red before wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss on her cheek.Soppy asshole.

She lets out a small chuckle before yanking him down for a proper kiss.

And fuck, watching her plump lips part and tongue slip out to meet his, was making me hard again.

I wonder if she was hungry enough to put something else in her mouth.

Ezra’s chuckle pulls me outta my thoughts, his finger pointing toward the flour abandoned on the counter.

“Were youactuallytrying to cook?” He raises a brow, taking a seat beside Micai.

“I had to put some calories back into Red after having her sweat most of them off this morning.” Red blushes, the colour a sweet blush pink like cotton candy. So fucking biteable.

“And fromyoulast night,” I add, giving my brother a playful glare.

“Then we need to feed her, notpoisonher,” answers Ezra, smirking.

“Icancook, you know,” I scoff, rolling my eyes. I’ve cooked plenty of times.

“Cooking something you’ve hunted is not the same as baking, Annex. It’s harder than cooking meat on a stick…and something you’veneverdone.”

“How hard could it be?” I look back at the milk and flour on the counter, my face instantly twisting. “Fine. I’ll leave that shit to Creed.”

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