Page 72 of Burning Truths

An intake of air has a smile spreading across my face knowing he’d do as I’d ask even if he doesn’t agree. I hear the footsteps pause and then a scuffle before we’re moving again. The open shutters on the windows cast a warm glow through the icy home. A chill passes through me the further I go into the Stone’s home.

“I hope you have a plan, Princess.” West says catching up to me.

Ally fully in tow at his other side she looks between us. Her cheeks are flushed red from the struggle she continues to put on but I ignore her attempts instead choosing to let West deal with her.

“I wouldn’t call it a plan if I’m winging it.” I reply drily.

My thoughts are all over the place but I try to grasp at anything to make sense when an idea strikes me. Spinning onmy heels I take a turn down the hallway passing through the living room and around the corner where the kitchen begins.

“Shit.” West says no longer next to me.

Grunting and arguing spark up behind me forcing a sigh to fall from my lips. Reaching the garage door I search for what I need. Pulling a memory from a movie I once watched with the boys I make the perfect combination of wickedness for our guest. My stomach churns with the thought of having to see his face again but I push through. By the time West makes it to the doorway I’m hauling what I need barely able to hold all of it alone. Ally’s eyes widen in panic when she takes note of what I’m carrying but West jumps into action releasing her to help me.

“You’re coming with me.” I stare at her from the corner of my eye when I step past her.

She tries to back away, “Kenna please.”

Pleas drip from her in waves washing over me but the numbness blocks out her cries. A door opens somewhere towards the front of the house and several voices bounce off the walls.

“West.” Cole calls out.

His words sound distorted even now after all the time he’s had to heal and it makes me wonder if he’ll ever heal. I don’t ask the question, instead I look towards the open doorway leading to the kitchen when Ryker crosses the threshold.

“Killer.” He breathes when his dark chocolate eyes land on mine.

His shirt hugs his body in a way that has my mouth watering fighting against everything I’ve tried to shove away. His gaze falls to the stuff in my arms, looking between me and West, he connects the dots quicker than I thought he might. At first I prepare to hold my ground but before I can speak he smirks.

“Come to play, Killer?” He rasps.

Stalking over to me, wearing a shit eating grin across his beautiful face, everyone around us melts away. I hold his stare until he reaches me. The only space between us is what I hold in my hand.

“Cole.” He calls out without dropping my gaze.

Suddenly the weight in my arms disappears leaving me empty with no wall or barrier giving us space. Closing the gap his hand cups the back of my neck squeezing tight. Sucking in a deep breath my chest rises faster taking up the rest of the space between us. His intoxicating scent floods my senses casting over the ledge into a free fall of sensations and fear. Sudden panic crawls up my spine when his head lowers to hover over my mouth. Swallowing, my tongue slips out, swiping across my dry lips. I watch the way his eyes drop to my lips darkening with a hunger I haven’t seen in months.

“Fuck.” His voice is raw and real.

Our worlds slowly collide bringing us into the darkness we’ve been bathing in for so long. Our breath mixes dancing together creating a heady taste in the air around us. Somewhere in the middle of everything the room is now empty leaving us plunged in privacy and insanity.

Rubbing his thumb in circles at the base of my neck he applies just enough pressure to send a jolt of pain through my bones. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt when his mouth closes the gap taking mine in a deep kiss. His tongue sweeps out, shoving its way between my lips consuming every inch it can. My legs lock with the intrusion but this feels different. The way he tastes, menthol and Ryker, his flavor coating my mouth.

“Let go, Killer.” He says against my mouth. “Burn with me.” He begs.

The guttural sound that escapes the back of his throat sends me spiraling through the eye of the storm we built. Pulling back his dark eyes skate over me laying me bare down to myblackened soul. Biting my lip I let my eyes fall closed under the heat of his gaze. One second. Two. Another. My eyes open. Whatever was holding him back shatters like glass releasing him to the monster beneath his skin, the one I fell in love with. Using his hand he shoves me to my knees. A sharp pain shoots up my legs into my hips when I slam into the tile flooring.

“You still crave the feeling of my monsters, baby?” He grits between clenched teeth.

My mouth falls open with heavy breathing, my head nodding on instinct. I watch as he visibly shutters when my teeth sink into my bottom lip. His large hands move to slide his pants down letting his dick bounce free. My stare shifts from his mesmerizing face to the massive part of him now in my face.

“Open that filthy fucking mouth of yours, Killer.” He orders.

Tipping my head back and opening my mouth wide my tongue hangs out waiting for it to be filled. Unable to hold himself back any longer he grabs both sides of my face and plunges in deep immediately gagging me. Our eyes clash, with each thrust, he continues to plunge deeper. Humming in the back of my throat from his salty taste I swallow around him watching the way his eyes roll back from the feeling.

“Goddamn.” He groans.

My body ignites beneath his praise; the way it rolls over me has my thighs clenching. It doesn’t escape the notice of the monster standing above me but he ignores the way I crave his touch instead stealing every part of me. Digging his nails into the side of my face his hold is bruising, tears spilling from my eyes, he fucks my mouth in brutal thrust.

“Fuck, your pretty little mouth missed me didn’t it.” He moans. “Shit.” He mutters.

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