Page 4 of Swamp Kings 2

He shook his arms and swung them when murder zinged through his muscles, blindly making his way to the desk.

“What was the drawing?”

“I havenofucking clue,” he muttered, pulling the chair out and turning it backwards. “I didn’t look. Didn’t need to, didn’t want to.” He sat, crossing his arms on the chair-back and laying his head on them.

The sound of her bare feet on the creaking floorboards raised his head. She pulled his face into her midsection and held him tightly. “God will surely protect us,” she whispered. “I have no fear. From the moment you said it. Zero fear.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed into her softness more. “Must be because I’m terrified enough for both of us.”

She hugged his head tighter. “Oh, I haveplentyof fear about a lot of things, I’m just telling you, in regard to this, there isn’t a single drop.”

“That is not a comfort.”

She undid his arms, kneeling before him. “I understand healthy fear and know it has an important role. And your newsshouldcause plenty of fear, I’m just telling you it didn’t. Atall.And I find that just as strange as you do becauseif there is anything to fear it would be going out of the swamps.” She took his hands and brought them to her mouth. “It’s a sign.”

He shook his head, flexing his fingers on her mouth. “I stillhateit.”

She nodded. “I hate it too.For you.” Her brows narrowed then. “Why would I need to go, though?”

He stared at her, leaning in for her lips. “Yourstupidfuckinggifts. Why else?” He put his hand on her face and pushed it. “Don’t fucking smile.”

She wiped it off her face immediately. “Sorry.”

Fuck, he needed her. The spark of heat in her soft gaze said she knew it. Saw it. Felt it. Wanted to bow before his hunger. It wasn’t helping she was on her knees so pretty and submissive. And hungry, he realized. Starved.

“I have something else to tell you.” The moment the words left his lips, a door opened inside him, releasing an inferno of ungodly lust.

“What?” she wondered, her body telling on her. She knew. Somehow.

“It’s about Nitro and his bite.”

She wet her lips, and his gaze lowered to the rapid pulse fluttering at her neck in the soft glow of the lamp. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Yet.”

“Tell me,” she said, her brow furrowing. “Is he okay?”

“He bit the Creole Kings.”

Her reaction said she had no clue about that. “Why?”

“They wanted him to. The King who is a lot like Lesion wanted to understand more and asked to be bit and it… gave his existing gifts quite the boost.”

Her eyes widened with her open mouth. “Wow.” She studied him for many seconds, curious. “Why are you telling me this?”

“He bit all of the Creole Kings. And all of their gifts were enhanced.”

He stood and turned the chair so it faced her and sat again.

She reinforced her position of submission, clasping both hands before her in her lap. His gaze landed on her breasts where her thick nipples screamed to him under the thin, peachy t-shirt. Fuckingtitswere twice the size, twice as nasty.

“So are… you and the twelve planning to do the same?”

He sat there swimming in lust while studying her breasts. “Yes,” he finally said. “I plan to get his bite before we leave. Show me yourfucking tits,” he whispered, winded.

She slowly raised her t-shirt, crippling him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, pressing his palm on his stiff cock. “You are so…fucking… beautiful,” he whispered, devouring their voluptuous shape.

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