Page 198 of Blood and Ruin: The Complete Series

He nips my finger before leaning back into the seat, thrusting his hips up as he does, making me gasp.

“Dick.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing. I wiggle on him, hoping it makes him just as frustrated.

He chuckles, leaning back into me and brushing his lips against mine. Drawing out the kiss in long, languid strokes that makes my senses spin.

He pulls back, his breath lingering just above my lips. “Wewillget you back to us, baby. Even if I have to go to Hell myself and bargain my dark soul for you.”

I brush a hand down his cheek. He closes his eyes, leaning into it.

“Nothing about you is dark, Jax, nor would I want you to give up anything for me, especially that beautiful soul of yours.”

Jax opens his eyes. Giving me a sad smile, he shakes his head. “I don’t give a fuck about my soul if you’re not part of it. Whether you think it’s dark, light, fucking multicolored…

It doesn’t matter, because it’s yours. Always has been.” I look at Jax. “How did I get so lucky?”

Jax gives me one of his wicked smirks, telling me that whatever comes out of his mouth next isn’t going to be sweet or innocent.

“Well… when the powers that be decided to create such a perfect specimen, they knew he’d need a mate to—”

I lightly slap him. “Don’t ruin it.”

His deep chuckle surrounds me as he pulls me into him. I breathe in his woodsy scent that wraps around me and settle into his warmth.

A slight tug in my stomach makes me pause. I glance down at it, expecting to see something there, pulling on it, but find nothing.

Another one sharper this time and my hand goes through the chair that I try to grab onto.

“Jax? I think I’m…”

Jax looks at me, his smile dropping when he sees my expression.

“What’s wrong?” He tries to grab my waist.

“I think I’m—”

“Kiarra, baby, stay with me. Just a little longer.” Jax’s panicked eyes follow me as I’m yanked out of the room.

CHAPTER 14

AXEL

We found her. We fucking found her.

Technically, we don’t have a clue where she is, but she was in the link with us, and that had to mean something.

I clench my hands, wanting to put my fist through something. Preferably that psychopath’s face until no one can recognize the sick bastard. And then I want to rewind time so I can do it all over again.

He’s fucking electrocuting her. He’s hurting her, and I just want to tear apart the world to make it stop.

She’s alive, but even though she keeps saying she can heal from anything, my mind goes to all the fucked up dark places it can.

It sees her gone from this world, lost to us all, and fucking rips my black heart out with it. I rub my chest; the tightness fucking choking me.

My girl is strong, stronger than us all, but there is always the unsettling thought that King, the twisted fuck, would do something to push her over the edge.

Fucking electrocuting her is cutting it close.

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