Page 65 of Dolls & Daggers
Dove giggles, dragging my gaze from the rat back to her. “You’re cute when you pout.”
“It’s not cute,” I mutter. “I don’t like you going alone.” The thought terrifies me. How the fuck has she lasted this long without getting seriously hurt?
“Wren, I’ve been doing this for a while. I’ve had no problems.” She scrolls through her computer again before crossing the room, selecting the wig she wore the first night she came to me as the Doll.
“Things are different now, though. You don’t have to do this alone.” The realization hits as I say it—I mean it. The delusion of becoming romantically involved with her is now reality, and I’d willingly be her accomplice.
Just months ago, we hated each other. Now, I can’t imagine my life without her. Without her, the world is dull. Dim. A monochrome wasteland.
I need her—her sweet, sugary scent, her saccharine smile, her bubblegum persona. She makes me want tolive my life in color… inhercolor. In spun shades of cotton candy, even when the darkness threatens to take over.
Dove must know I need her like I need air. I want to be her sanctuary in the chaos she surrounds herself with. “I know it’s hard to adjust to having someone you can rely on, Dove. But I need you to know—I’m here for you.”
She carefully places the wig in a hairnet before tucking it into a pink satin bag. Fang senses the shift in her energy before I do. He stands, jumps from my lap, shakes his stringy mane, then trots out of the room without a backward glance.
When I look back at Dove, she’s leaning against her white dresser, arms crossed, appraising me with those big blue eyes. She bites her bottom lip, barely suppressing a smile painted in strawberry lip gloss.
“What?” I rise to my feet, closing the distance, relishing the way lust darkens her gaze as it meets mine.
The tiny cut-off shorts she’s wearing barely conceal the curve of her ass. I palm it, effortlessly lifting her onto the glossy surface. I’m hard within seconds as she wraps her legs around my waist, rolling her hips into mine.
“I love how easily you’ve accepted this.” She slides her palms up my chest, nails digging into my neck asshe pulls me down. “It’s hot to think of you by my side while I seek justice.”
One by one, she slowly undoes my buttons, pressing kisses down my chest as she goes. “But you’d be a distraction, Wren—one I can’t afford.”
“You know, I do realize that you use sex to distractmeevery time I bring this up.” I thread a hand through her hair, smirking as she presses a kiss to my abs, finishing the last button. My dick is granite, and all I want is to watch it disappear between her teasing lips. But before she can start on my pants, I grip her chin, tilting her head back.
A surprised squeal morphs into a giggle as I push her down, her legs tightening around my waist. “What are you doing?” she laughs, squirming as her ass barely balances on the dresser’s edge.
I make quick work of her shorts and lace panties, peeling them off one leg at a time. Her pussy is the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen. Pink and glistening with evidence of how turned on she is. Warm and wet and just waiting for me to sink my tongue into it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Dove,” I whisper, kissing my way up her thigh as I sling one leg over my shoulder.
“Who’s distracting whom now?” she teases, but her words dissolve into a guttural moan as I lift her other leg and bury my face between them.
Her hands fly overhead, fingers stretching against the wall as she writhes, her shoulders the only thing still touching the surface. I rip the thin strap of her tank top down, exposing her heaving breasts.
“Wren!” she gasps, searching for anything to grasp onto. Her head falls back as I thrust my tongue deep into her heat, stroking before sliding up to tease her swollen clit. “Baby, that feels so good,” she whimpers, voice broken by desperate moans.
I love how easily she submits to me now. How fucking beautiful she is when she surrenders. It makes me feel powerful, the emotion so intense it’s like getting drunk. She’s intoxicating, and I’m an addict fiending for her all the fucking time. I never thought I’d find a woman who makes me feel the way Dove does. She’s awakened a power in me I didn’t even know existed.
Her hands find mine as I palm her breast, her hips bucking against my face. She tenses when I hit that sweet spot. “There! Right there! Just like that. Don’t stop, baby. Please don’t stop,” she begs.
I stop.
“Wren!” she cries, nails digging into my wrist. “No! Why?”
“Bring me with you.” I smirk against her pussy, smearing her arousal over my lips as I gently kiss hereverywhere but her clit. Soft, closed-mouth kisses. And she can’t reach my head to pull me closer.
“I swear to God, if you don’t keep going, Iwillmurder you in your sleep, Songbird.” Her tone is utterly non-threatening, making me grin wider.
I press another soft, chaste kiss to her swollen flesh. “How badly do you want it, Turtle Dove?”
God, I love having her at my mercy—bent nearly in half, upside down, her pussy on full display, ready for me to devour however I want.
Dove moves with intent, trying to escape my hold, but I can’t have her getting away just yet. I tighten my grip around her thighs and bite lightly around the spot she craves most.
“Ah!” Her back arches and a whine parts her lips on a moan. “Suck, Songbird, or your dick is becoming Fang’s next jerky batch!”
