Page 61 of Rebel Revenge

I knew it wasn’t what he wanted, but it was a consolation prize at the very least. He stared up at me and put two fingers inside his mouth, coating them before putting them to my entrance.

“Go slow,” I begged him. “Please.”

It was fear talking, but I needn’t have worried. Fang was the most considerate man I’d ever had in my bed. He was safe and familiar. He watched and waited on my every cue, studying my body like he was preparing to be quizzed later. If I so much as thought about flinching in discomfort, he was all over it, switching up his tactics, changing his routine until I was moaning with desire and begging him to keep going.

He knew me. He knew what I liked.

He rimmed my entrance, playing with the arousal there while he flattened his tongue on my clit, taking long licks. He waited until I was fully relaxed, then nudged his fingers inside, stretching me perfectly. They instantly curved to stroke my G-spot in just the way I liked.

My mind numbed out. Pleasure took over.

Unconsciously, I rocked my hips toward him, and he matched my pace, fucking me with his fingers and his tongue. He pulled from my slick heat to drive his tongue up into me, before switching back to his fingers and repeating. His warm breath tickled across my skin, and his beard rasped on my inner thighs.

All the while, those eyes watched my face, making sure I enjoyed every moment, my pleasure his too.

An orgasm built deep within me, encouraged by every move he made. He reached up, hand beneath my T-shirt to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger clamping onto my nipple.

“Oh!” I moaned.

It was exactly what I needed. I grabbed at my other boob as my rocking became thrusts against his face, taking him deeper inside me. The orgasm took hold and demanded my attention.

“I’m going to come,” I moaned.

“I know, Pix. I always fucking know.”

I clutched the back of his head, keeping his mouth to me while his fingers pounded up inside me. He added a third, the stretch so sweetly perfect I fell right over the edge. “Oh!”

I came on his tongue with a rush of pleasure that blinded me. Nothing else existed except for him and me and the whirl of pleasure he’d created. I slumped against the wall, legs trembling with the force of the orgasm and unwilling to hold my weight.

I knew he’d have me.

He did.

He stood, wrapping his arms around me to bury his face in my neck. A hug while the aftereffects of the orgasm rattled through me, my body limp as a wet noodle.

“I want more, Pix. Please. Let me show you I deserve it.”

I was too scared to ask him what he meant by that. More orgasms? Good. More of anything else, I wasn’t sure I had that to give.

Someone cleared their throat from the a few feet away. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’m leaving. Just wanted to see if you needed a ride home, Rebel?”

Kian stood with his eyes averted to one side, giving us the privacy we clearly did not deserve since we hadn’t even noticed that the fights had ended and people were making their way back to their cars. Fang stood between us, blocking me from view long enough that I could get my pants up.

He looked down at me questioningly, and I knew I hadn’t answered his question.

But I wasn’t going to. Not when I didn’t know the answer. Not when Kian was standing right there waiting to drive me home.

For now, orgasms would have to be enough.

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REBEL

Fang refused to let me ride home with Kian, insisting he hadn’t just licked my pussy ’til I’d come just to let me drive home with some random guy I’d only known a day. I let him put me on the back of his bike, just for tonight, because right now, I did have a case of the warm and fuzzies when it came to him.

He’d taken a full-on beating for me. It had been completely unnecessary, but the Saint View thug in me found it kinda romantic. I didn’t care for flowers and chocolates. Clearly, all you needed to turn my head was blood and violence.

I was sure that said something about my mental state, but I couldn’t afford a therapist anyway.

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