Page 114 of Red Ruin
There goes another uniform.
I tease open the seam of his lips and lick to his fang.
As I explore the sharp, weirdly hot tooth, echoes of his pleasure and agony throb through my jaw.
I wince. “Are you ready to do something about that venom?”
Vhex buries his head in my throat, nuzzling like a fire leopard and marking me in his scent. “Why are you so fuckinggood?”
I snort. “I’m not.”
I’m just a stubborn bitch who can’t stop trying to fix broken, beautiful men.
“You are.” Vhex kisses the spot where his fang pierced my throat, making my blood rush. “You’re good and sweet and some-fucking-how, you’re mine.”
“I’m n?—”
“Mine,” Vhex growls. “Just promise me a thing.”
“What?” I ask wearily, hoping he can’t feel the hammer of my pulse.
“Don’t ever forgive me for this shit.”
Oh, I won’t.
I tilt my throat anyway. “Bite.”
His fang-tip finds my skin.
I squeeze his taut shoulders, bracing for the hot and itchy pain-that-isn’t-pain.
Instead, something cool pools around my throat. It’s soft as satin but clangs like steel against Vhex’s fang.
“Fucking Azrid,” Vhex snarls.
“Try here.” I offer Vhex my wrist.
Vhex licks to find a good spot, but as soon as his fang nears a vein, Remy’s shadows flash down my arm.
A black shield hardens to block his bite. Vhex growls and snaps again, but the more he fights, the harder the shadows shut him down.
I shiver from his toothless nibbles.
Can vaginas prune?
Mine is so drenched, she’s going to need gills to survive this sexual depravation.
“FuckingAzrid,” I agree in a frustrated growl.
The long-distance cockblock is a stupidly risky waste of Remy’s power. It’s bad enough that he’s fucking withme.
He has no business dictating what I do with other Sentinels.
“Roll over,” I command, pushing at Vhex and the stupid blankets. After a lot of bouncing on my bound legs, I have him leaned back while I balance between his knees.
Vhex’s cock twitches as I tighten my ponytail.
I dip my head and brace against his thighs. “I changed my mind.”
