Page 134 of Ruthless Legacy

The stretch is painful. It burns and I whimper at the intrusion. He’s still skating the edge. Not quite out of kill mode. Each precise thrust, designed to bruise. Abuse. As he works through it. I could just be a wet hole. I’m not even sure he’s registering that I’m here.

But that doesn’t stop the pleasure swelling in me. Doesn’t tamp down the urge of wanting to spread myself wider. I finally free my legs from my pants and hike a leg up on his hip. He hits deeper, my head hits the wall. His fingers dig into my hips. I’ll have bruises on the outside to match the ones on the inside.

He’s panting and growling in my ear. Beast-like snarls. That’s how feral he is. Each nonsensical grunt goes straight to my clit. My release slams into me, my mouth parts on a wordless scream. That’s how good it is. I can’t make a sound. Then I shudder a breath and a strangled sound breaks free. He grabs the back of my head, pulling me so our foreheads touch.

“Fuck, sweetness. I don’t wanna stop, but if I don’t-”

I barely register what he’s saying, then he’s pulling out of me, spilling his release on the ground next to me. I lost my head, so caught up in him and how good he was fucking me, but he was still in control enough to pull out.

Watching him soften, I should be horrified at what almost happened, but I’m not. Kissing him, I say, “Thank you for not.”

“Don’t thank me. I wanted to, believe me, but we haven’t talked about it.” He looks to his left. “We need to, but this isn’t the place to do it.”

I tug up my pants up, and put my shoe back on. Wolfe’s hand rests on my lower back as he guides me back inside. I wait outside the locker room while he grabs his things.

Leo’s still here, talking to someone with their back to me. His gaze flicks over me, then dismisses me. Good thing I wasn’t expecting a congratulations.

Chapter54

Thea

Ihad trouble concentrating in my classes today. I’m nervously waiting for an update on Deacon after the fight. He won, so I thought the council would approve him as my mentor right away, but it’s been days since the fight, and days since I’ve seen him.

I wish I could have gone home with him, but he pointed out that with so many league members around, it wouldn’t have been a good idea. We’d already been reckless enough by fucking behind the gym.

Moira insisted I come by the house today for a status update. I’ve been keeping her, Scott, and Van in the loop about what I’m doing without divulging any league secrets. She’s been getting antsier with each passing week.

I’m in the living room when she gets home from wherever she works. I’ve been here almost seven months and still don’t know where that is. Downtown is a vague location.

I also don’t know where she and Scott go when they have all these meetings that require overnight trips. They’ve brought me here, upended my life, and have provided zero answers -yet want me to check in with them- because they’re uncomfortable with my new affiliation with The League.

I still want answers about what happened in this town nineteen years ago, but I’ve been busy. Moira smiles when she walks in. “Oh good, you’re already here.”

She drops her purse on the table and slips off her shoes, tucking her feet underneath her on the couch.

“How are things going?”

I know her question is about The League because we text about my regular life all the time. “I passed my exams and moved up to the entry level.”

“I know. My father told me.”

“And how is Joshua?”

“Upset as usual. But it’s not for you to worry about.” She gives me a tight smile.

“Passing my exams is a problem for him?”

“He’s under a lot of pressure. I guess some of the other members are worried this will be a repeat of what happened with Hailee and me. I told him this is nothing like that.”

“I bet it's someone on the mentor council who’s upset because I rejected the person they picked as my mentor. What’s the deal with that, anyway? Why are they opposed to giving people choices about their lives?”

“It’s about maintaining standards and power. They think if given the choice, people won’t choose to do what benefits the group.”

“How would being stuck with a mentor I don’t want or forcing people to date someone they don’t like benefit the group?” I shudder, thinking about how miserable Holden looks whenever he’s with Paisley. “I’m glad I don’t have to worry about that part.”

She plucks at her pants leg, avoiding eye contact. “Moira…”

“Are you thirsty? Hungry? I can have Cora bring us something.”

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