Page 104 of Falcon's Prey

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The day before the fight,the house had been quiet. Pam showed up from wherever she had gone. Probably to get laid, because she looked happier than she had in days.

“How’s the nose?” I asked as I ate some food.

She glared at me and made a show of looking me up and down before she spoke.“You go and enjoy yourself.”

Ignoring her, I went to the room, where I found Ren sitting on the bed smoking. I walked up to him and straddled him. He just looked at me as one of his hands wrapped around my waist. I kissed him as I’d never kissed anyone before, slow with no preamble. I’d never kissed someone just for the hell of kissing, and that was something Ren had that no one else would. People spent time worrying about who was their first, how many people they fucked, but all those things were meaningless. It was the slow kisses that killed the act of being intimate without losing your clothes. Sometimes it was easier to show your body than shed your soul. Little by little, I was losing mine, because Ren kept stealing it.

Ren’s mouth leisurely devoured mine while his hands mapped my skin as if he was trying to commit me to memory. We were a tangle of limbs touching and feeling. We stayed like that until we took a nap.

My hands traced over every inch of Ren’s chest, through the scars that marked his skin and the cuts from now-healed wounds. It was rare when I woke before he did. Training with Gideon got him tired because of his ribs, and my body was still catching up on the sleepless nights I’d spent with Silas.

“What are you doing?” Ren asked, and despite waking up, he didn’t look drowsy. He still looked alert.

“Molesting you.”

He gave me a smirk. “If I can’t get pussy, you’re not coming either.”

“I think that whole testosterone thing is an old wives’ tale, or Gideon is just jealous.”

I grabbed his tattooed hand, tracing over the forest that started at his wrist and went up to his forearm. He had a compass toward the back of his arm, but the scale was inverted. He had more shading and a monarch butterfly, and in the wings, there was a skull face. The tattoo ended by the elbow with beautiful shaded feather wings, and they finished in sharp blades.

“It’s beautiful. Do they have a meaning?”

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“The compass is inverted because of your morals.” I traced the circle while he nodded with approval. “The wings are kind of obvious, and so are the knife tips…the butterfly is death ‘cause you bring it. I don’t know about the forest.”

“It was the best way I could represent something wild and untamed. A wolf seemed too cliché.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “But falcon wings didn’t? I should get a tattoo.”

“Are you going to get diamonds?” he mocked.

“I should get a falcon tramp stamp,” I joked, but kept going when I saw the idea turned him on. “You can look at it as you fuck me from beh—”

Ren pulled me to his mouth. I shrieked with glee as I straddled him. My body wasn’t sore anymore from the last time he took me, although the hickeys hadn’t entirely disappeared. I wanted him so bad.

“I need you,” I begged against his mouth.

Ren’s hands came to my waist, removing my pants. “You’re going to sit on my face, and after I make you see fucking stars, we’re going to a parlor.”

“Yes,” I agreed immediately.

“Fuck, Ember, you’re soaked,” Ren groaned as he ran a finger over my slit. He lifted my body, putting me on his face and running his tongue where his finger had been. I moaned, throwing my head back. Then I screamed.

“What the fuck!”

“Wasn’t the door locked!” Ren shouted.

“I picked the lock. I had a feeling this was going to happen when you two were eye-fucking each other” was said by my ear.

Gideon had his hands on my waist as he carried me away from Ren. Ren sat up, pissed as hell.

“Can you let her go?”

“His boner is digging into my ass,” I mumbled.

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