Page 78 of Blood

An amused chuckle tinkers through the room. “Angel, that was ama—” Jack cuts off abruptly, and the hands gripping my waist suddenly turn gentle, becoming lax. And then a deep, accented voice booms, “Precious Treasure.”

I force my head up just as Hux removes the glasses from his face and tosses them aside. With his sweaty hair mussed and pushed away from his face, I can clearly see the scar slicing through his cheek.

“Hux,” I whisper, taking in my enraged, psycho, perfect mate.

“It’s been an hour and a half,” Hux explains in a dark voice. His heated eyes roam over my naked body, peppering my flesh with goose bumps. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I smile in eager anticipation as Hux slowly removes his cock from my pussy and then rolls me onto the ground. He continues to kneel over me, a droplet of precum sparkling on his tip, as he surveys me from head to toe.

“You’re beautiful, my precious treasure.” Tenderly, he lowers himself over me and presses his lips to my own. “You look radiant, naked and covered in my brother’s cum.”

One of his fingers reverently traces one of my nipples, and I have to bite back the groan that threatens to escape.

Unlike with Jack, there’s no foreplay or waiting. Hux knows what he wants, and he takes it.

And what he wants more than anything else in the world—more than anyone else in the world—is me.

“Are you ready for me, Precious Treasure?” he asks as he moves between my thighs, his cock rubbing deliciously against my already tender folds.

“Make love to me, Hux,” I plead. “Please.”

I need more. So much more.

I need it all.

There’s no hesitation as Hux slides inside of me, his hips jerking forward in one graceful motion. His hands move to my breasts and begin to gently caress them. His touch renders me useless, boneless, a heap of skin that’s characterized by the pleasure he can inflict upon me.

Hux begins to move then, his eyes ensnaring mine and refusing to look away. I’m helpless to do anything but stare up at the face of the man I love.

We don’t fuck; we make slow, sensual love. Every touch along my body sends heat skittering through my veins—burning, scorching, blazing.

He lowers his hands to either side of my face as he continues to move slowly inside of me. His chest brushes against my sensitive nipples with each glide of his hips.

“I love you, my precious treasure.”

“I love you too.”

My impending orgasm holds my body hostage. I’m aware of nothing but the sweat dripping down my face and the feel of his cock deep inside me. One of his fingers reaches between our bodies to play with my clit, and it’s over. I detonate with a scream I’m sure could be heard by Zeus himself in Mount Olympus.

My climax rampages through me as I throw my head back and cry out. I dig my fingers into Hux’s shoulders, hard, as his hips begin to move faster, faster, faster—

He spills his seed inside of me with a possessive snarl, pure need and love emanating from the eyes I love so much. I can’t help but stare unabashedly up at his beautiful face. Post-orgasm, he looks like an entirely different person. There’s a softness in his eyes that I only ever see with me. The tension usually lining his shoulders has diminished.

“I really do love you, chocolate bar,” I murmur as I tilt my head up to claim his lips once more with my own. I’ll never get tired of kissing him, just as I’ll never get tired of blood or books or stabbing my enemies in the eye. I could kiss my mates forever.

“I love you too.”

My heart swells as Hux shifts us so I’m sprawled across his chest, my ear directly over his rapidly pounding heart.

We don’t move for over an hour. Hux simply holds me, content to tenderly run his fingers up and down my bare arm. I don’t feel the need to move, either. This...this is paradise. The only thing that would make it even better is the rest of my mates joining me.

As if the universe heard my unspoken plea—and decided to be a raging bitch about it—the door to the apartment opens and Frankie stumbles inside.

Bloody, bruised, and covered in stab wounds.

I jump in alarm, a cry of fear ripping from my throat, just as he falls over, landing unconscious on the ground at my feet.

CHAPTER 27

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