Page 83 of Hate Mates

He holds me against the wall, his hot mouth dipping to my neck and sending shivers racing down my spine.

I buck at him impatiently, needing to feel him.

He breaks off, yanking his shirt off before his mouth is back on mine, his tongue delving deep. My hands roam over his chest,tracing the ridges of muscle. He shudders beneath my touch, a growl rumbling in his throat.

With clumsy fingers, I fumble with his sweats, shoving the pants and boxers down over his hips, freeing his thick, hard cock. Blaze hisses as I wrap my hand around him, stroking from base to tip. He throbs in my palm, hot and heavy.

I kick myself off the wall, backing him up until he lands on the empty hospital bed. His eyes stare heatedly up at me. I strip off my hoodie and T-shirt in one motion. The wig falls too, leaving me in just a black lace bra and panties. His hands cup my breasts through the thin material.

I climb onto his lap, straddling him. The head of his cock nudges against my damp panties and we both groan. Blaze’s hands drop to my ass, squeezing as he pulls me down hard against him, rubbing me along his length.

My head falls back, and he takes advantage, his mouth latching onto my throat, teeth grazing my racing pulse.

I rock against him, chasing the friction I crave. “Not enough. Inside me. Now.”

Blaze’s hand grasps my wrist as I reach for his cock. “I know you need this, Vina, and I’ll give it to you because I care more about you than anyone I’ve ever met.”

My eyes prickle, and I thrash my head back and forth.

Blaze grasps my face in both his strong hands, brushing the tears away again. “Take what you need, beautiful.”

His words break me. I’m not beautiful now. I’m raging and using him, but I can’t stop myself. Reaching between us, I shove my panties to the side and position him at my entrance. Our eyes lock as I lower myself onto him, taking every thick inch until he’s buried to the hilt. We both still, savoring the connection.

Then Blaze, still holding my face, flexes his hips, fucking up into me, and I cry out. His hand covers my mouth as my nails dig into his shoulders. I start to move, rising and falling on his cock.He meets me thrust for thrust, his pelvis grinding against my clit with each downstroke. The pleasure builds swiftly, coiling in my core.

Blaze’s hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, gripping my hips, sliding up my back. His touch sets me on fire. I can’t get enough, can’t get close enough. I want to crawl inside him, to lose myself completely in his heat and strength.

Our bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm, skin sweaty slick, breath rasping in harsh pants. All my senses are consumed by Blaze. His scent, his taste, the stretch with him deep inside. He grips my ass, lifting me slightly and changing the angle so that he hits that sweet spot with every thrust.

My head falls back as the pleasure ratchets higher, almost unbearable in its intensity. Blaze’s mouth latches onto my breast, drawing the aching peak between his lips, his tongue swirling and flicking. The dual sensations are too much.

“Blaze,” I gasp. “I’m going to…”

“Give it to me, princess,” he growls against my skin. “Choke my cock with that sweet cunt.”

My body convulsed around him as ecstasy and torture crash through me. I bury my face in his neck, muffling my cries. Blaze thrusts up into me erratically, chasing his own release. His fingers dig bruisingly into my hips as he holds me down, grinding deep.

With a guttural groan, he stiffens, his cock pulsing as he spills inside me. The hot rush of his cum coats my inner walls, and I clench around him, milking every last drop.

For a long moment, we stay locked together, chests heaving, hearts pounding in sync. Blaze’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both float down. I rest against him, savoring the rare moment of peace.

All too soon, reality comes crashing back. The muted beep of machines, the medicinal stench that permeates everything. Thecold, hard truth that my father is gone, and nothing will ever be the same.

Tears burn again, and I blink rapidly, trying to hold them back. I can’t fall apart. There’s too much at stake. I have to be strong, for my mom, for the club.

I blink up at the clock, clearing my blurred vision.

“Ah, hell.” I scramble for my clothes, grateful that the fuck did a little to get me focused again. “We’re supposed to be at the docks in twenty.”

Chapter Seven

The fog rolls in thick, curling tendrils that snake across the docks. The scent of salt mingles with gasoline and dead fish. It’s late, and the only sound is the lap of water against the pilings.

Until it isn’t.

Blaze tenses beside me. My hand goes to the knife sheathed at my thigh even as Blaze’s reaches for his gun. We creep forward, scanning the shadows, tiptoeing until three figures cast shadowy outlines in the gloom.

Iron is on his knees, hands laced behind his head. And Elias fucking Schwartz is holding a gun to his temple, face cold and unreadable. Grit stands off to the side, a smirk twisting his lips.

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