Page 21 of Taming Raptor

“I’m actually serious.”

“Venom, bro—”

“No. Hear me out.” His eyes shifted blue to green to gray. “Anytime I needed you to cover down, you kept shit wired tight. The brothers look up to you because you’re a damn good leader too. You’re just quieter and hate to talk on the phone.”

He grinned.

“I’m gonna need more whiskey to consider this,” I grumbled right as Willow walked behind the bar. She quickly set a bottle of Jameson in front of me with a glass and a wink.

“Where’s Cookie?” I asked her. For some reason the thought of leaving her behind didn’t sit well with me. The problem was, it wouldn’t be right to ask her to completely uproot her life to go to Dallas so we could keep fucking. It would give her the wrong idea.

“Don’t know,” Willow replied with a shrug. “She was talking to Blade in the gym earlier.”

Tension coiled between my shoulders, and I experienced something that if I didn’t know better, I would think was jealousy. That was something I didn’t want to examine too closely. I stood, push back my barstool with a screech.

“Go find her and lose yourself between her thighs for a while. Then, think about what I said.”

I gritted my teeth at the casual way he discussed me and Cookie. He made it sound like I was simply fucking a club whore. The sobering thought hit me—I was getting all worked up over something that was supposed to be casual. Somewhere along the lines I got attached and that was a mistake.

Stomping off to find her, I repeatedly reminded myself that this was just sex. In my head I repeated that Cookie was not special. She had fucked my brothers before me, and she would go back to it after I was gone.

Except none of it helped. That last thought had me seeing red. That’s when I knew I had fucked up and fucked up bad.

“You’ll Be Fine”—Palaye Royale

When Raptor returned from the run to Texas with Voodoo and Phoenix, he sought me out. I was in the gym working off some of my frustration—both sexual and emotional. It had been almost a week and I hadn’t heard a single word from him, so I was a little pissed at us both.

“Focus!” Blade shouted into my head. It was still a little freaky, though he’d been doing it since we were young.

“I’m trying!” I panted.

Blade nearly caught my foot on his chest when I kicked at the pads he let drop as he looked at the door when it slammed open. “Don’t look now, but the beast has returned for you, Beauty.”

Raptor didn’t say a word, he just stormed in, grabbed my hand, shot a glare at Blade, and hauled me to his room.

The door slammed shut so hard I was sure the walls shook.

Fierce, he sank his fingers into my hair and held my head as he crashed his lips to mine in a desperate, bordering on violent, kiss. He broke free when I was breathless, and he found my earlobe with his teeth before he moved on to my neck. Then he dropped to his knees and bit my pert nipple through my sports bra.

“Adrien,” I gasped when he licked my sweaty cleavage. “I need a shower!”

“Why? I love the way you taste—and you’re just going to get sweaty again.” His reply was spoken into my boobs, and I couldn’t help but laugh. However, the second he looked up at me, what I saw in his eyes shut it down.

“Take it off,” he demanded, his voice cracking slightly and pain in his gaze.

Confused at his behavior, I slowly unzipped the center of the bra. It popped open and fell off my shoulders. Once my breasts were exposed, he growled and jerked my Spanx shorts and panties to my ankles in one fell swoop.

Before I had a chance to step out of them, his hands were wrapped around my sides, and he had tossed me on the bed. I squealed in surprise, but it quickly morphed to a moan when he shoved my legs open and licked through the wet center of my pussy lips. The man was a muff-diving champion. I’d always loved when a guy ate me out, but I rarely actually came that way. With him, it was a guarantee. He drove his tongue into my sheath, then up to circle my clit. Wild and needy, I grabbed his hair. It didn’t stop there, though. He was relentless—biting, licking, and sucking until I arched from the bed and practically convulsed. It was then that I shattered.

A silent scream parted my lips. Finally, my vision cleared, and my limbs trembled as I floated in the post-euphoric bliss.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” he murmured with one last swipe of his gloriously talented tongue. Everything the man did was hot as fuck. When he shamelessly wiped his mouth on the shoulder of his T-shirt, then pushed off the bed, my breath hitched. Mesmerized, I watched him shrug off his cut and hang it over the back of his desk chair. The rest of his clothing was scattered as he discarded each item. He made every move sexy as fuck. Once he was standing in nothing but his tattoos, he prowled toward the bed. The second his knees hit the edge, he was on the mattress and crawling up over me until we were eye to eye. “Turn over. Ass in the air.”

“Yes, sir,” I smartly replied, eliciting a growl from him. In no time at all, I was exactly as he demanded. His inhale was a hiss. Cheek pressed to the pillow, I could only see so much. But God, could I feel. He kneed my legs further apart and circled the glass tip of the plug he’d given me.

“You wore this during your workout?”

“Yes. You told me not to take it out unless I had to—you know.” His rough palms skimmed over my hips before he slid them up my spine and back down my sides. Like he was tracing me in an effort to memorize me, he did that until I impatiently got to my hands and knees to look back at him in question. The sharp smack to my asscheek both startled me and made me gush until I was sure I was dripping on the bed.

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