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“Yes,” I breathe.
I'm lost in the haze, every thrust igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that washes over me. Arrow is relentless yet controlled, his movements deliberate as he drives deeper, filling me to the brim. The rhythm builds, slow and steady, each push sending shockwaves through my body. I can feel his knot pulsing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise but never breaching, holding me on the edge of ecstasy.
"Come for me," he growls, sending a shiver down my spine. It’s not just a request; it feels like an order that I have no choice but to obey. My body responds instinctively, tightening around him as I fight against the mounting pressure within me.
Arrow's growl vibrates through me as he watches my response, his golden eyes darkening with primal desire. He leans down, capturing one of my nipples between his teeth, biting lightly enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure coursing through me. I whine at the sensation, my body arching into him like a moth drawn to flame.
“Please,” I gasp out, the word slipping from my lips like a prayer.
A feral smile crosses his face as he increases the pace, thrusting harder now while still maintaining that exquisite control. Each stroke sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through me until I’m trembling, teetering on the precipice of release.
“Come for me,” he growls again, more insistent this time, and I can feel myself unraveling beneath him. The heat pools in my core until it becomes unbearable, every nerve ending singing with anticipation and need.
He thrusts one final time inside me and I lose myself completely. A scream tears from my throat as waves of pleasure crash over me like a tidal wave; I tighten around him involuntarily, clenching harder as the world fades away into blissful nothingness. Arrow snarls in response and fills me with his hot seed.
The sensation is overwhelming; a rush of warmth spreads through me as he empties himself deep inside. My body quakes under the intensity of our connection—the finality of it wrapping around us.
He pulls out of me, and his eyes widen in shock before he looks at me, paling.
"What?" I ask, panic rising in my chest. "Did I do something wrong?"
His voice drops to a whisper, tinged with confusion and concern. “You have a kid, so I'm trying to make sense of this, but there's blood on my dick. Have you not done this before?”
I blush and look away, the weight of embarrassment crashing over me like a cold wave. “I’ve never been with anyone before. Only the night that gave me Judge. No one before and no one since.” The confession slips from my lips like a fragile secret, exposing the raw vulnerability I’d tried to shield.
His expression softens as he hurries to lie beside me, pulling me into his solid chest. He kisses my lips gently, as if afraid I might shatter under the weight of his affection. “You’re a treasure, Brydgett,” he murmurs against my mouth, sincerity radiating from him like warmth from a fire. “And we’re gonna treat you as such. No one will ever hurt you or Judge again.”
The gravity of his words settles around us, heavy yet comforting. I can feel the sincerity in every syllable, wrapping around my heart like an embrace. But beneath that comfort lies an undercurrent of fear—the ghosts of my past clawing at the edges of this newfound intimacy.
“Arrow,” I whisper, searching his gaze for understanding amidst the storm swirling within me. “What happens now?”
His brow furrows, and he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead with gentle fingers—so tender it feels almost sacred. “Now? We don’t have to rush into anything,” he states firmly but gently. “Trust takes time, especially after what you've been through.” There’s a softness in his tone that eases some of the tension still knotted in my stomach. “We figure this out together.”
Together.
Arrow tightens his grip around me.
“What if I’m not enough?” I finally ask the question that gnaws at me—an echo of self-doubt that has haunted me since Earl’s betrayal.
Arrow shifts slightly, tilting my chin up so our eyes meet once more. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine as he speaks with conviction. “You are more than enough, Brydgett.” His voice is steady and unwavering as he continues passionately, “You’re strong—stronger than anyone I’ve ever known—and you’ve fought your battles alone for far too long. You don’t have to do that anymore. You are my Kismet, fated to be mine and I protect what’s mine.”
For a moment, all the walls I've built around myself begin to crack under the weight of his belief in me. It’s terrifying but exhilarating all at once—this feeling of being seen for who I am beneath the scars and trauma.
“I want to trust you,” I whisper earnestly, meeting his gaze head-on now. “But it feels too dangerous to let go.”
“Then we’ll take it slow,” he promises without hesitation.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ACID
The air in my room feels suffocating, like it’s closing in around me. No matter how many times I try to shut my eyes and shake it off, the memory of last night claws at me. I heard her.Brydgett.And I know damn well it wasn’t me making her sound like that. Gears hasn’t come crawling back with his tail between his legs, so that only leaves one bastard—Arrow.
My jaw tightens. I can still smell her, the sweet, addictive scent of floral citrus lingering through the thin walls. If I can catch it from here, the others probably can too. That’s why we needed to claim her. Church made it official. Brydgett is our Ol’ Lady. But even that does little to quench the jealousy that curdles in my gut.
I shove the blankets aside and push up from the bed. The mattress creaks beneath me, but I barely notice. The clubhouse is quieter than usual, the distant hum of morning routines dulling the buzz of my irritation. I need caffeine. No coffee, though. I crave something that punches harder. Red Bull will do.
The kitchen is empty, the quiet lingering like an unwelcome guest. I pull open the fridge, the cool air washing over me as I grab a Red Bull—grapefruit and blossom flavor. The purple can sweats against my palm as the floral citrus substitute does little to settle my nerves. Just as I turn, the door swings open. Arrow and Brydgett step inside, their presence shattering the stillness.
