Page 77 of Hallowed Eve (The Obsidian Brotherhood 2)

His thighs clenched as he let out a loud hiss. And then he turned around to face me. He held one hand on the wall and wrapped the other in my hair, tilting my head back. His erection, hot and heavy, brushed the side of my face. He was pure male perfection, thick, veiny, and smooth as silk.

Finally, he spoke. “You want me to fuck this pretty mouth?”

I nodded and licked my lips.

Yes.

He moved his hand from the wall and grabbed his dick, then rubbed the crown across my lips, painting them in his pre-cum. The metal piercing was hot from the water. I opened my mouth to welcome him inside, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

“See how you open up for me, Songbird?” He pushed the tip inside my mouth, leaving me unable to answer with words. I could only invite him in, and I supposed that was an answer in itself. “He might think he owns you.” Another inch. The tiny silver balls that pierced his swollen head scraped past my teeth. “But we both know who you really belong to.” I flattened my tongue along his length, and he shoved all the way inside. “Who you’ve always belonged to.” And then I felt him there, at the back of my throat, ready to use, to take, to own.

He held my head still with the hand in my hair and began moving his hips, slowly at first. Then more urgent when I relaxed and took him all the way in. Another deep growl rumbled in his chest as he pumped his hips. His thighs flexed beneath my hands.

My eyes watered and my jaw ached. I even gagged on him a couple of times. But none of that mattered because I wanted this, to be on my knees for him, to let him own me this way. I neededit.Heneeded it.

I reached around and parted his ass cheeks, then ran a fingertip along his crack. He lifted a brow but didn’t move to stop me. The shower water coated his skin and my finger as I traced his tight hole, creating the perfect lube. His movements slowed while I explored uncharted territory. Lincoln had played with my ass plenty of times, but I’d never thought about what it would be like to tease his—not until he let out that groan when my nose grazed his hole. I wanted to take his body to places he’d taken mine.

He slowed his movements to a steady back and forth, easing his cock all the way to my throat then back again. Feeding me inch after inch, then taking it away until I was ready to beg for it. He loosened his grip in my hair and looked down at me with a new darkness in his eyes, one I’d never seen before. That darkness gave me the courage to ease my fingertip inside his forbidden place.

He threw his head back and clenched his teeth as he squeezed around my finger. “Fuck yeah. Just like that.”

I sucked harder, working my mouth on his cock.

He moved faster.

I inched farther inside, just to the first knuckle, and he relaxed around me. Then I curled my finger and pressed against the tender flesh of his wall.

“Fuck. That’s my girl. So fucking good.” He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Holy fuck.” His eyes glazed over with hunger and lust, and his hips worked harder. His grip in my hair tightened. He fucked my mouth like fucking my mouth was the reason for his existence, full of fury and purpose.

I did that. I made him this way.

He swiped his thumb across my cheek, wiping away tears that had collided with trails of water from the shower—a gentle contradiction to the way he was savagely thrusting his hips.

Then he slowed again. “Swallow me.” He stilled. “Every fucking drop.”

And I did. Gladly.

He eased out of my mouth, then brought a single finger to my chin and tipped my head up. “I will kill him for touching you.” His voice was calm and steady, without a hint of hesitation or amusement. Some of his cum had escaped and trickled onto the side of my mouth. Lincoln parted my lips with his finger and pushed it back on my tongue. Then he knelt down on the floor in front of me and leaned back on his haunches. The water cascaded over us as he pulled me onto his lap.

Pain cinched my heart. I had to tell him it wasn’t just Grey we were up against. It was so much bigger than that.

Lincoln cradled my face in both hands and held me captive with his stare. “You’remine.” He swallowed hard. “Doesn’t matter what anyone else says. The minute I told you to walk inside my room and you did. From the first time you came on my cock before I ever even got inside you. When you let me mark your delicate skin with my teeth and my cum, I owned you.” He let out a breath against my lips. “And you owned me. The bond we have is something that nothing…” he clenched his teeth. “… andno onewill ever break.” He leaned his forehead against mine. “Tell me you understand.”

I licked my lips. “I understand.”

And I meant it because he was right. Even now, with our lips barely touching, as I breathed him in, I was going crazy. With my legs straddling his lap and his semi-hard cock teasing my pussy, my whole body quivered. He didn’t even have to touch me or be inside me. I just wanted him close, close enough to feel his heartbeat against mine, close enough for our souls to reach out to one another. Nothing compared to this.

I thought it hurt the first time he was ripped out of my life. That was nothing compared to the pain I knew I would feel when I had to leave him again.

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