Page 51 of Bleed for Me

He bit his lip thoughtfully and my eyes followed as they always did. He was sexy as fuck, and he knew it. Hell, he used it to his advantage most of the time. Bringing his eyes to meet mine, a smirk twisted the corners of his mouth.

“You want to sneak off?” he asked.

He didn’t have to ask me twice.

I was beyond sexually frustrated, and the only person I really wanted to fuck was Archer. I’d been too mad at him before to consider it, but I also wouldn’t turn him down. Glancing aroundthe party, I made sure no one was paying any attention to us before nodding at him in confirmation.

He led the way through the trees, the music getting more distant as we walked. My heart hammered wildly in my chest, my palms warming with sweat. We hadn’t had sex since the weekshearrived. In two days, that would make it three weeks.

Once we were far enough away, Archer rounded on me, shoving me into a tree where my back connected with it. He looked as feral as I felt. His face was flushed pink, contrasting against his olive skin tone, and his eyes were blown wide with lust. I wasn’t sure if that was a result of me, or Rosalie, but part of me didn’t want to know the answer to that.

His lips smashed against mine forcefully, his hands fisting the front of my shirt. I stumbled into him as he jerked me, his teeth clashing with mine in a fight for dominance. A growl erupted from deep within my chest, my hands drifting to his neck where I applied the faintest amount of pressure. His moan bled into my mouth, and I devoured it, devouredhim. Everything about him called to me. From his spicy scent, to the way he tasted on my lips.

I fumbled with the button on his black skinny jeans, pushing them down his legs. He hurriedly stepped out of them, never breaking the kiss. His tongue swept against mine hungrily and I allowed my teeth to graze it. The action had him shuddering against me.

Once I managed to get his boxers down, I dropped to my knees and peered up at him. His eyes were hooded, his dark lashes fanning over his high cheekbones.

I took his cock in my hand and started pumping it up and down. A hiss of approval fell from his lips, and he tilted his head back, reveling in the pleasure I was giving him. A drop of pre-cum coated the tip and I swiped my tongue along the head, moaning as the salty texture melted into my tongue. Hollowingmy cheeks, I wrapped my mouth around his throbbing member, making it twitch as it slid to the back of my throat.

“Goddamn, Seven. Just like that, baby.”

His breathing grew heavy as I started sucking him up and down, his legs starting to wobble. I wrapped my hands around his hips to help steady him the best I could. His cock hit the back of my throat in quick succession. He was so fucking hot. I’d never get tired of hearing the sounds he made. His hands moved through my blonde hair, his fingers twisting in the strands.

After a few more seconds, I rose. “Hands against the tree and arch,” I ordered.

He turned to the nearest tree, placing his hands against the rough bark, and bent. I came up behind him, spitting on my hand and rubbing it against his tight hole.

“I don’t need you to prep,” he breathed out. “Make it hurt.”

A smile curled the corners of my mouth. I could do that. I kicked off my pants and boxers and lined myself up against him. My hands dropped to his waist and with a snap of my hips, I was shoving myself inside of him.

“Fuck,” he gritted out.

I didn’t need to see his face to know he was in pain. I also didn’t give a shit. He’d been pissing me off for over two weeks, and now it was time for him to be punished. Pulling out so that my tip was only inside, I slammed into him again. A gasp fell from his lips and his fingernails scraped against the tree, causing loose pieces of bark to fall to the ground. He was gripping me so tightly that it was taking a lot of work just to bottom out, but I was strong, so even that didn’t stop me.

Once he loosened around me some, I started hammering into him aggressively, my skin slapping his. The sounds of our heavy breathing and the slapping of our skin bled into the air.

The sound of a twig snapping captured my attention, causing my muscles to spasm. I froze, the tiny noise like a gunshot in thequiet atmosphere. Ripping out of him, I whirled around, my eyes scanning the trees frantically.

“Seven?” Archer questioned, dazed.

He clearly hadn’t heard what I did. He turned, glancing over at me in confusion, but when he saw my expression, he started looking through the trees, too. My gaze caught on an object, a familiar fucking object, and my muscles spasmed as horror settled into me.

“I can fucking see you,” I growled.

After a few moments of silence, the person stepped out from behind a tree, a sheepish look on their face.

“God-fucking-damnit,” Archer ground out.

FIFTEEN

ROSALIE

I’d never been much for partying. Hell, I’d never even consumed alcohol before tonight. This place was changing me, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. The air was humid, which didn’t bode well with the warmth spreading through my veins from my last beverage. I glanced around the party, spotting Cheyanne across the clearing with some guy I’d never spoken to before. I could tell by her body language that she was interested in him. The way she leaned in when he spoke and how she laughed after nearly everything he said.

Sighing, I glanced over at the trees that surrounded us. Curiosity pierced through me, begging me to scope out the place while everyone was otherwise occupied. Jordan wasn’t far from where Cheyanne stood, a sketchbook clutched against his chest while Shaylynn talked to him. A rare, genuine smile crossed his face, and I hated that the fact it wasn’t directed at me, bothered me. The dude had literally threatened to rape me, I had a boyfriend, and I wasjealousover him talking to some girl—Cheyanne’s friend of all people.

It had to be the alcohol.

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