Page 57 of Tainted Saints

“If you're pointing a gun at me, Duchess, my cock will be inside you,” he growls, pressing the firearm into my hand, then bringing it up to press the barrel against his temple.

I open my mouth to protest, but his hips surge forward and I groan as he stretches me wide for him.

“Shit, Duchess. So. Fucking. Tight,” he purrs through gritted teeth, pushing forward until he’s fully seated inside me. He still has my hand around the gun, my other hand is braced against his shoulder, my nails digging into his skin. I can barely breathe with just how fucking incredible he feels.

He pauses for a moment, his forehead dipping down to meet mine as we share the same breath.

“Lan, please, I need…” He shifts his hips, dragging his dick out, his piercing massaging my inner walls before he slams back inside me and gives me exactly what I need. “Fuck! Yes!” My eyes roll as I close them, the pleasure of having him finally inside me too intense to keep them open.

He doesn’t hesitate, and like he’s finally loosened the reins, he fucks into me so hard that he has to hold onto my hip to keep me in place. The sound of our bodies meeting is obscene, my cries and his curses filling the room as he keeps the barrel of his gun pressed to his temple.

“Do you know why you’re holding this gun to my head, baby?” he asks in a husky voice, never pausing fucking me into oblivion.

“N–no,” I pant, opening my eyes to stare at him. Sweat coats both our skin, his body tense and glistening.

“Because you fucking own me, Duchess,” he snarls, tugging me towards the edge of the table so he can go deeper. I gasp at the new angle, my entire body thrumming with how close my orgasm is. “Every part of me doesn’t exist without you. My life is yours to do with as you will.”

He kisses me before I can protest, slamming into me over and over again, and I’m helpless to stop the orgasm from tearing me into pieces, shattering me just like his shots did to the glass bottle earlier. I scream into his mouth, my nails raking down his chest as my grip tightens on the gun and I lose the ability to think. Waves of pleasure drown me, and he doesn’t stop, fucking me harder, faster, until he’s thrusting deep and roaring out his release as he fills me with his cum.

He holds me, our chests heaving as we lie connected in the most primal way and just breathe. He finally lets go of my hand and takes the gun away from me, my arms wrapping around him and pulling him closer as tears sting my eyes.

“I don’t want to give you up, any of you,” I confess, my voice thick with the tears that threaten to spill. “But I think one day I’ll have to, and it will break me beyond repair.”

He pulls me even closer, his arms banded around me as if that will stop the inevitable.

“We will never stop fighting for you, Aspen,” he murmurs into my hair as my tears drip onto his chest. “I don’t give a fuck who we have to kill. I will set this entire world on fire if it means we can keep you.”

“You don’t know me,” I argue weakly, and he pulls back slightly, cupping my face in his palms, his dick still buried inside me.

“I’ve known you my whole goddamn life, Duchess. I just needed to find you.”

His lips are against mine in the next moment, swallowing my cries and drinking my tears as he kisses me like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like we can spend an eternity together because that’s what was always meant to happen.

ChapterTwenty-Five

“Gangsta” by Kehlani

BLAINE

Forest,Reg, and I make sure everyone leaves out the side gate, knowing that Lan and Aspen will want some privacy. I smirk when I think back to the look of feral hunger on his face when he grabbed her and carried her into the restaurant like he needed to be inside her now. Lan is always so controlled, it’s nice to see him ruffled.

“Think we can go in yet, Big Daddy?” Forest asks, shifting from foot to foot as we wait by the bikes. I feel his impatience.

“No need,” I tell him, nodding in the direction of the front where Lan and ourprincesaare just stepping out of the door.

Of course, Forest goes bounding up to her like one of his puppies at the Pound. That kid is just too lovable.

“Missed you, Little Lady,” he breathes out before slamming his lips against hers and claiming her like I want to. Lan refuses to let go of her hand, but her other one tangles into Forest's dark-blond hair, using it to pull him closer.

I catch Landon’s stare, and I tilt my head in a ‘you good?’ gesture. He gives me a feline grin, his eyes sated and his face relaxed. Incredible sex will do that to even the most wound up of us.

“Let’s go, Forest,” I call out, and he pulls back, a deep flush staining Aspen’s beautiful cheeks. “It’s late.”

She gives me a coy smile which does nothing to diminish the raging fucking hard-on in my jeans, and chuckling to myself, I adjust my dick, her eyes darting down and nostrils flaring as she catches sight of me doing it.

Shaking my head at the thrall she has us all under—willingly I might add—I mount my bike, waiting for the others to do the same, and then we’re heading back to the Pound.

We make good time, and I’m not the only one who notices her sluggish movements and yawns as we make our way up the stairs. Bolt greets us as soon as we enter, and clearly, her draw is for all males regardless of species because he basically ignores us in favour of her cuddles. Can’t blame him.

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