Page 34 of Ravaged Saints

When I step inside, she jumps onto the bed; her breathing is ragged, and her cheeks are flushed.

“Are you okay?” I ask, walking in closer.

As I approach, she flinches, and I freeze and curse under my breath. I still forget she gets triggered when we move too fast around her. “Fuck, sorry, I just wanted to check if you’re hot… feverish, I mean.”

“I’m fine,” she brushes me off, shifting back toward the headboard to avoid my touch.

I narrow my eyes. What the fuck is going on? What was she doing?

“Maybe we can crack the window open a bit and get some fresh air in,” Ryker says, moving to the small hopper window. It’s too small for anyone to escape, and Aspen’s too short to even reach it.

As he leans forward to open it, he exposes his toned abs and the sharp V. His jeans sit low, just barely clinging to him, and for a second, her gaze betrays her, and she looks at him, her eyes tracing the line of his chest down to his belt. Then it happens; she softly bites on her bottom lip.

It’s quick, and she almost immediately turns her face away, but I catch it.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe MissDon’t Ever Touch Memight be into something else.

Ryker’s eyes are on me. “What?” he asks with a smirk.

“Nothing.” I step closer to the bed, my gaze trailing down Aspen’s body and stopping at her full breasts. She’s wearing a tight green shirt and cargo pants that are too big for her. Her hair is thrown up in a messy bun, and I run my tongue over my lips as my eyes lock with hers, and I catch Ryker frowning from the corner of my vision.

But Aspen doesn’t look away. Her eyes hold mine, and I see her pupils dilate.Fuck, she wants me? Or am I losing my shit?

“I’ll bring you dinner,” Ryker mutters, heading for the door. He stops, holding it open for me, his posture stiff, his jaw clenched tight. The tension in his movements tells me everything—I can feel the jealousy radiating off him. Too bad.

The door barely clicks shut before Ryker shoves me against the wall, caging me in with his arms.

“What the fuck was that?”

Fucking submissive thinks he can overpower me?I grab his arm and twist it sharply. He lets out a low grunt of pain, but before he can react, I spin him around and pin his arms behind his back, forcing his chest against the wall. My front presses into him, holding him in place.

“Behave, pet,” I whisper into his ear. He shivers, and I feel the tremor ripple through his lean, fit body. My cock presses against his back, and I know he feels it.

“We can’t touch her,” he snaps, his voice strained. “You heard Knox.”

I laugh, pressing him harder against the wall. “And I didn’t touch her. I was testing her.” I say with amusement.

Ryker squirms, but he doesn’t fight me off—he knows better. He’s fast, lean, and could probably run a marathon without breaking a sweat, but when it comes to body-on-body, I’ve got the upper hand. He knows it, and fuck, he loves it. Loves how I can handle him, bend him, pin him down—and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

“If you can drool over Bryn, I think it’s only fair that I do the same.” I kiss his neck, and he lets out a small moan.

“I wasn’t—” He stops, trying to shake me off him. “I just think she is hot; that doesn’t mean I want her.”

“And Aspen?” I twist his arm, and he whimpers, his breathing coming in short, ragged breaths. “Can you imagine her with us? You fucking her cunt while I fuck you?” I press my hard cock into him even more.

“Fuck Max.” He leans his head against the cool wall, his face a deep red.

I chuckle and release him, pushing myself off him. “That’s what I thought.”

“Fine, Aspen then.” He pushes off the wall, turning to face me while massaging his arm. “You think she would be into it?”

I shrug, “I have no fucking idea, but I will find out.”

Ryker chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m going to take an icy cold shower!”

I nod and head upstairs. Knox and Ethan are outside, while Bryn is in the kitchen with Dante. She’s stirring something in a pot, and he’s cutting meat with the ease of a man who’s done it a thousand times. Dante’s usually our chef—he enjoys it and is damn good at it, unlike the rest of us.

We have a small electric stove with two burners, enough since we grill most of our meat and fish outside. The stove runs on power from our generators, connected to both wind turbines and solar panels. These systems keep the house running and store extra energy for the nights.

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