Page 60 of Ravaged Saints

I straighten up, my hands gripping his hips harder, and thrust deeper, faster. The pleasure builds like fire, consuming everything in its path, fingers digging into his skin as I lose control, my rhythm faltering.

“Max, harder.” He moans.

“Fucking hell, Ryker,” I groan, the release crashing over me like a storm, and I empty myself inside him. My body trembling, each thrust a chaotic, desperate attempt to hold onto the feeling a second longer.

When it’s too much, I collapse against him, my chest pressing against his back, both of us trying to catch our breath.

“Max,” he murmurs softly, his head turning slightly toward me.

I press my lips to the side of his neck, lingering for a moment. “I know, Ryk. I fucking know,” I whisper. The words are heavy with everything we can’t say yet—everything we’ve been fighting for too long.

I pull back slowly, withdrawing from him, and give him room to move. He shifts to face me, his lips curving into that familiar, mischievous smile that always drives me insane.

“Next time, I’ll be fucking Aspen or Bryn while you fuck me,” he chuckles, the mocking edge softening the weight of the moment.

That smile tugs a smirk out of me. He’s testing me, gauging how I’ll react to the idea of sharing him.

I take a deep breath, trying to keep steady. “Bryn… there’s something about her I can’t trust; she feels off, Aspen, though…” I trail off, the images of her and Knox still burning in my mind.

I’m next. I don’t care if Knox thinks he has some kind of claim on her.

She’s ours now—unless… A sharp pang twists in my stomach, unless she won’t want us after being with him. Aspen doesn’t seem like the type to just jump into bed with four guys on a whim.

“You’re thinking about her.” Ryker says, dragging me back to the present.

“Yeah. Sorry, Ryk.” I sit next to him, studying his face as he gets dressed. “You okay?”

“I’m good.” He winks at me with that flirty smile that always drives me insane. “I’m always good after you fuck me.”

“Oh, really? Then you should let me do it more often.” I cup his cheek, letting my thumb brush against his stubbled jaw.

A knock on the door breaks the moment, and Ryker stands quickly like he’s been caught doing something wrong. I sigh and lie back on the bed, arms crossed behind my head, stretching out. I know Ryker still struggles with the idea of the others seeing us in any kind of intimate way, but I couldn’t care less.

“Come in,” I call out.

The door opens, and Ethan steps inside. His blond hair is cropped short on the sides, longer on top, and messy like he just ran his hand through it. His sharp blue eyes flick between me and Ryker, assessing.

“I finished the rounds, and I’m spending the night with Bryn in my room,” Ethan says, leaning against the doorframe.

“Okay, sure. Just lock everything upstairs,” I reply with a nod. He hesitates for a moment before closing the door behind him.

“Knox is going to lose his shit when he finds out you let Ethan sleep with Bryn,” Ryker chuckles, shaking his head.

Knox has been out for Bryn ever since she cockblocked him with Aspen a night ago. And once you’re on Knox’s shit list, there’s no coming back from it.

“Do the girls know about us?” Ryker asks, sitting in the chair in the corner of my room, spreading his muscular thighs. His jeans stretch tight around them, drawing my eyes for a second too long.

“Aboutus?” My gaze snaps up, and I smirk. “You and me?”

He laughs low and easy, his hands draped over the armrests. “No,us—the BloodHawks.”

I shake my head, leaning back against the wall. “No. We told them we were soldiers, and that was it.”

If we’d told the girls that day—the day we found them—that we were dishonorably discharged soldiers turned mercenaries, Aspen would’ve kept shooting.

“You think Knox or Dante will tell them?” Ryker’s eyes stay locked on me, trying to gauge my thoughts.

“I don’t think so,” I reply honestly, leaning back into the bed. “Bryn might take it cool, but Aspen… I don’t know. She’s unpredictable as fuck.”

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