Page 103 of Scavenger's Oath
I’ve never asked for anything in return from her, never wanted… but now I want.
God, Iwant.
It’s hard enough to sleep next to her. I should’ve pushed her into someone else’s bed, kept a little distance and had a break from the temptation. But the second she asked to sleep in mine I didn't hesitate.
Except now she's draped across my mattress, breathing softly. One leg bent up enough to give me a perfect view if I just shifted a bit.
Even if I never touch her again, this view will be etched in my mind forever. Just like the taste of her sweet pussy already is.
I can still hear her heavenly voice begging for it. Begging me to finish her. Whisperingplease,like it would kill her not to come.
But those thoughts aren’t helping right now. Dick at half-mast and furious at myself for not taking more when I had the chance.
Becausetheydid. Phoenix and Myles. I know them. They'renotgentle. They don't hold back.
They don'task. Theytake.
No matter how hard I try to be a better man, that old monster in me won’t die. I can't stop looking, wanting.Needing.
Ivy moves in bed again, and my jaw flexes when the hem of her shirt slips over her hip and falls to the dip of her waist, theround of her ass catching the moonlight through the slatted blinds.
Leaning forward, I rest one elbow on my knee, just to reach for her.
Just one touch.
My palm skims over her supple ass, slow and reverent. Her silky skin shivers beneath my trembling fingers.
I tell myself it’s just a touch. That I’m just checking she’s okay. Reminding myself that she’s safe now.
But my cock hardens as the warmth of her skin radiates through my body like a shot of whisky. Pulling my hand back, I rub my fingers together as if it could replicate the sensation.
What I walked in on this morning is still burned into my memory. Phoenix was so close to her. And Ivy looked turned on.
Should’ve gone feral the second I saw them. Torn Phoenix off her, ripped him in half and fucked Ivy raw in his pooling blood to undo every second of anything he gave her.
But I didn't. I just clenched my teeth, took the night shift, watched the perimeter like some obedient fucking soldier.
I owe him too much to indulge those thoughts. He gave me a second chance at a life I didn’t deserve and stood by my side while I learned to be human again.
Something I’ve forgotten right now.
I could slide in behind her. Lift her leg. Ease my cock between her thighs and fuck her slow enough not to wake her. Or maybe hardenough to make her scream.
Then I could slap a hand over that pretty mouth and hear her muffled noises.
Fuck!
I feel like I’m being dragged over the razor-thin edge between control and surrender. Betweenprotectorandpredator.
But I could just touch her one moretime…
Before I realise it, I’ve moved to sit on the edge of the bed, so I can reach her better. My weight dips the mattress, but she doesn’t wake.
She does stir though, just a little, parting her legs more and baring herself to me completely.
I inhale a sharp breath and I hold it so I don’t wake her.
Fuuuck.
