Page 62 of Panic-Button
My grandfather gave me that piece of advice. Lou sent me to stay with him when I was thirteen. Let’s just say the Whitleys weren’t exactly normal. Serial killers tended to run in the family. Lou thought I could learn some control from my grandfather. If Micha knew that his old man was in contact with the older generation of kings this entire time, he’d lose his shit.
I couldn’t complain. There were some things my grandfather deserved credit for. My control and understanding of who I was, were a few. The whole anchor thing, though, I always thought that was bullshit.
Until I watched Shelby redirect Logan’s attention mid-fight. I may not see the world the same as other people, but Logan Hudson redefined the term ‘unstable.’ And Shelby Grace pulled him out of bloodlust with a few simple words.
Now, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could have the same thing.
“You want to be my outlet, Little Bird?”
Could Marnie Dupire take all my sick desires and ask for more? Could she be the mother of my children and slut in the bedroom?
My dick liked that idea. Especially the mother part. How sweet would she look, belly swollen, strung up, and freshly whipped with blood dripping down her skin? There was an image I wanted to live out.
I slid my hand out from between her legs and traced my wet fingers over the curve of her hip. “I’m going to pump you so full of my come.”
Marnie whimpered and shifted her shoulder.
That was when I got pissed.
The scar slicing across her shoulder blade was right there in plain sight. A thin white line cutting through her perfect complexion that I didn’t put there. It was her fucking father’s mark. He’d pay for that.
In the meantime, I’d transform those scars and make them mine. If that meant slicing through each and every one, so be it. In fact, I looked forward to erasing every trace of him.
And I’d start with this one.
Flattening my tongue on her skin, I licked along her shoulder blade.
Fuck me, she tasted good.
My cock throbbed with need as I growled and yanked her hip back, tucking her ass back up against me.
Marnie grumbled and wriggled her hips.
Even in her sleep, she fought me. It was so fucking hot I couldn’t stop myself from sinking my teeth into the soft flesh on the back of her neck.
That woke her up.
The sexiest whine I’d ever heard left her lips as her eyes shot open, and she tried to pull away. But like the feral animal I was, I hung on. This was my fucking female, and she wasn’t going anywhere.
I slipped my hand under her head and grabbed her neck while my other snaked around her waist to the sweet spot between her thighs.
“Preston…Stop.” Her arms swung back to swat at my face.
But I just growled and sunk my teeth in deeper.
The scream that erupted from her chest was pure and utter euphoria. Marnie could say she didn’t want this as much as she liked. The wetness coating her thighs said otherwise. Another growl rolled through me as I moved in and finger-fucked her hard.
There was nothing more beautiful than the way her pert pink nipples popped out when her back bowed. I loved watching the struggle on her face as she tried to hold back her orgasm, almost as much as the flavor of her blood permeating my mouth.
“Preston…please.”
Yeah fucking beg me.
“Let go. It hurts.”
Her whimpering cry shot straight into my dick, but it was the tear that slid across her cheek, down her neck, and into my mouth that did it.
I threw her left leg over my hip and thrust violently into her tight little cunt.
