Page 66 of Bleed for Me

He captured my lips again, his teeth tugging at my bottom one as he slowly moved inside of me. He continued to kiss me while he thrusted, doing his best to stay buried to the hilt. Pressure began to build around my abdomen, my legs shaking around him. My moans were muffled by his mouth against mine, bleeding onto his tongue which he devoured like it was the last thing he’d ever taste. I returned the kiss with the same ferocity, the same hunger, clinging tightly to him as pleasure started to consume me whole.

With a few more thrusts, I was shattering around him, a cry tearing from my throat. He gasped against my lips before withdrawing and quickly pulled out of me. As if my release had triggered his own, he allowed the warm white substance to coat the earth around us.

“Holy shit,” he panted, sitting back on his heels, his eyes drifting to meet mine. “That was hot as fuck.”

EIGHTEEN

JORDAN

“Where the hell is Seven?” I asked, glancing around the cafeteria. It was nearly twenty minutes into dinner, and he was still MIA. It didn’t bother me that he might have skipped out on a meal, it bothered me that just this morning, Rosalie had pulled him in to talk to her and he’d acted weird the rest of the day.

Archer shrugged, his fingers wrapped around his fork. A darkness lurked within his gaze as if he was following that same train of thought. “Rosalie’s not here, either.”

Alarm bells echoed around my skull, my gaze drifting to the table she normally sat at. Sure enough, the chair she usually sat in was empty. A lump formed in my throat. It was no secret that Seven hated her. Now, they were both missing. He wouldn’t kill her…right? Not when he knew we’d notice his absence when sheconvenientlywent missing. I’d been so focused on keeping her away from Ryder when I didn’t even think to shield her from Seven, too. He could be just as brutal.

By the time dinner ended, neither one of them had made an appearance. We were the last two to leave the cafeteria, my head spinning with all the possible outcomes.

“What the fuck?” Archer ground out through clenched teeth.

My eyebrows dipped in confusion, and I followed his line of sight. In front of Rosalie’s door was Seven and Rosalie. He was shirtless and it didn’t look like she was wearing anything but his shirt that brushed along the tops of her thighs. Their skin was flushed, pupils still blown wide. It was abundantly clear what they’d been doing.

The little virgin was a virgin no more.

I figured Archer would be happy about that fact since he blatantly told Seven he could be her first, but the way he was staring them down with a slight tick in his jaw had me taking a step back to assess the situation.

They still didn’t notice us as we cut the distance between us. Her back was to her door, Seven turned away from us as he reached forward and ran his fingers over the edge of her jaw. It was an intimate gesture; one I wasn’t sure he was even capable of. Did helikeher?

As long as I’d known Seven, the only person he’d ever been soft toward was Archer, and even then, their relationship was filled with testosterone. Not gentle gestures and softness in their gazes as they stared one another down. This felt different, and Archer noticed it, too.

When we grew closer, Rosalie’s eyes flicked to us before they widened comically. Reluctantly, Seven dropped his hand to his side and turned, his shoulders tensing when his gaze clashed with Archer’s like he didn’t intend on gloating about this to us later.

Just to be sure, I walked right up to Rosalie, slipping my fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and swiping them along her entrance. She was soaking. A choked gasp fled her lips, herhands balling into fists at her sides as she fought the urge to shove me away.

I smirked in response, raising my fingers in the air for the other two to see. Blood trickled down my wrist, confirming what we already presumed happened. Seven shot me a glare before storming up to me.

“I said her blood was mine,” he growled, latching onto my wrist and wrapping his lips around my fingers before I could even think of tasting it for myself.

If anyone else had done that, I’d lay them the fuck out, but it was Seven. He got a free pass, but only one.

Rosalie glanced between us in confusion. “What?” she asked, turning to look at Seven.

He schooled his features, probably for our benefit more than for his. He wanted to act like it meant nothing, but maybe it didn’t. He could have just been dazed by lust.

“This was premeditated?” she continued, an edge to her tone that indicated she didn’t like that fact one bit, that she was hoping he’d deny it.

He snorted in response, a cold lens sliding over his blue eyes. “Of course it was. It’s not everyday you get to pop someone’s cherry.”

Her eyebrows tugged together again, her jaw set as she clenched it, mulling over his words. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest. Seven was an opportunist. Archer was watching her closely before his own brows pulled together. Stepping forward, he grabbed the neck of her shirt and tugged it down enough to reveal fresh cuts along her flesh.

He sucked in a sharp breath before stumbling backward and glancing at Seven. “You cut her,” he accused, an edge of hurt to his tone.

Seven ignored him, focusing back on Rosalie instead. “Since you’re not very bright, let me spell it out for you. It was a game,and you were an eager participant.” He smirked, a malicious curl to his lips.

Her eyes watered, but to her credit, she steeled her spine and took a step toward him. “Then game over.” Before anyone knew what was happening, she reeled her arm back and decked him in the face, the sound of her fist connecting with his jaw echoed through the hallway. His head snapped to the side with the impact, and she turned and slipped into her room, slamming the door behind her.

I snorted in amusement as he rubbed his face, glaring at the door like it had offended him.

“You deserved that,” I offered.

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