Entwined, page 9
Cole’s hot breath puffs out against my ear, sending shivers through my body. His forehead settles on the headrest next to me with our faces pressed against each other. “Are you sure? You sure you want me to fuck you with bloody fingers?”
Why do I find this so damn hot? It’s downright sinful.
His fingers move, gliding up and down a few more times before he’s sliding one of them into my cunt. I’m so wet there’s no resistance at all, and he quickly adds a second, then a third, finally making me moan at the stretch as I accommodate his intrusion. Curling the digits, he rubs against my G-spot.
I cling to him, my body shaking. It feels like I’m no longer in control of myself, and I have to wonder if I ever was.
“You like me using blood to fuck you? Does it make you hot? Make your pussy clench on my fingers? Huh, gorgeous? Is that what you like?” Every word spilling from his lips makes my cunt squeeze him a little tighter until they push me over the edge. My eyes roll into the back of my head, my breathing comes to a natural stop and my body quivers, shaking out of control as a powerful orgasm overtakes me.
Cole continues thrusting, his fingers gliding over that bundle of nerves, but he also curls his thumb over my clit. The added stimulation prolongs my pleasure, making my toes grip the dashboard and my hands clamp onto his back.
When I’m able to breathe again, I blindly reach behind me. Knowing what I want, Cole grips my wrist and guides my hand to where I want it. My fingers dip into the stickiness. They’re red when I bring them into view. Not even pausing to inspect them, I reach between our bodies and stroke Cole’s cock, my hand gliding easily as I smear the blood on him.
As if we planned it, Cole and I glance down at the same time. There’s barely enough light shining from the night sky to see between us, not with his body blocking most of it. But there’s enough to see the color difference where the blood coats him.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he moans, thrusting his hips and sliding his cock through my tight grip.
The tiny metal balls of his piercings glide across my palm, the pressure of them massaging me perfectly. My cunt milks the air at the promise of the delicious sensations to come.
I completely agree with him, my thighs naturally attempting to close, but can’t with his body in the way. Knowing exactly what I was trying to do, Cole smiles, sending another rush of desire to flood my pussy.
My grip tightens on his cock as I pump it, needing to drive him as crazy as he’s making me. I squeeze it to the tip, ensuring there’s precum beading there when I swipe my thumb over it. Sure enough, I come back with his fresh desire wetting it. Bringing it to my mouth, Cole watches transfixed as I lick the length of the pad of my thumb, cleaning it of both blood and precum.
“You taste divine mixed with death. So damn exotic,” I say huskily.
Cole groans, watching my mouth close around my thumb. I know he’s imagining my tongue swirling around it like I do when my lips wrap around his cock. “You’ll make me bust before I even get inside you if you keep this up.”
His fingers dip to my core, shoving them in like he’s in a damn hurry for some reason. He thrusts them in and out a few times before rubbing that spot I love so much. It quickly has me panting, unable to breathe.
“What are you doing?” I stutter out between gulps of air.
Burning desire flames in Cole’s gaze as he stares at my lips. He doesn’t bother to answer, instead drawing his fingers from me. A feeling of something deeper than emptiness grips me, and I whine at the loss.
“Shh,” he coos, bringing his fingers to my lips and painting them with my desire. “I want a taste too, Luv. You’re too much of a tease, not willing to share your good ideas with me.” He barely finishes his sentence before his lips are on mine, desperation coating his every movement. He licks, bites, and sucks on them, moaning like it’s the best thing he’s tasted in his life.
“I couldn’t have asked for a better obsession. I’ll never get enough of you, Raven.” He steals my breath before I can even respond, commanding my lips with a hand around my throat.
Needing him more than I need my next breath, I grasp him firmly once more and line him up with my opening, wrapping my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass. Cole doesn’t deny either one of us. He braces his arms on either side of me again, resuming the way his hands fist my hair. He tilts my head just so and takes my mouth at the same time he thrusts into me.
It’s not soft, nor is it gentle. Certainly not slow.
It’s everything I’ve grown used to from him. Fast. Hard. Unforgiving. Cole sinks to his hilt, swallowing my scream with his mouth and barely pausing before he slams into me again. Passion overtakes us. A fever dream born of killing together and sealed with blood coating our skin.
Each pistoning slam of his cock grinds against my clit, harmoniously giving me a symphony of sensations combining into the perfect storm. Delicious stroke after delicious stroke works us both to a grand finale.
A shiver winds through me with the touch of Cole’s hands gliding along my body. His arms snake under my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders, forcing my hips to shift into a new position. My back arches as I hiss and clamp my hands around his forearms. The way his dick slides against my sensitive walls, the way he glides back and forth against that one spot inside me… it all becomes magnified with this position.
My nails dig into his skin, my hips bucking as I chase that freefall, the pleasure taking over my body yet again. I swear I’m always so out of control when my men are fucking me. There’s no doubt they own my body.
I don’t even realize my eyes have fluttered closed until Cole curses, making them fly open so I can watch him. His fingers bite into my hips like he’s trying to punish me for making him come so quickly.
The frantic beating of my heart speeds up as he stares at me, his eyebrows pinching together like he’s trying to fight off his orgasm, but we both know he’ll lose.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, slamming into me to the hilt and pausing. His cock pulses, planting his cum as deep as possible. “Take my cum, Raven. I hope you love my blood-soaked cock as deep in you as I do.”
That filthy fucking mouth of his… It forces me into another orgasm, exactly the way he planned. My head tilts back as the unexpected pleasure takes over, making my blood boil with our passion. It’s so powerful, my vision sparkles before blackness washes over me.
Chapter 12
Raven
The garage door closes behind the SUV, hiding us from view of the quiet neighborhood we’re staying in. Nothing like hiding among unsuspecting regular run-of-the-mill families. It goes against everything we usually seek out, but that’s the point. TB wouldn’t expect us to go for something here.
I barely have my door open when the entrance to the house reveals Vander. His gaze sweeps over me, becoming comically wider. I’m able to watch the expressions crossing his vision.
Panic.
Fear.
Anger.
Relief.
Anger again…
“Where’s the body, Raven?” Vander growls. It reminds me of the time he thought I’d killed Grayson. Back when the tension between us was tighter than a rubber band and he was keeping me at arm’s length.
My mind also goes to the rules Ravenmaster gave me. The one that must have come specifically from him. Rule number six: Don’t leave a body behind to be found.
I smirk at him, knowing it’ll rile him up more.
Before either of us can say anything, another form fills the doorway. “Remi,” Grayson gasps my name. He rushes forward, elbowing Vander out of his way in his haste. He doesn’t realize what Vander did, that I’m not injured. No, Grayson only sees all the blood covering me. I’m sure I’m a damn mess with the way Cole painted my skin, not to mention how his hands threaded through my hair.
Grayson grips my arms, holding me in place as his gaze roams over me. Not finding anything obvious, he cups my cheeks, drawing me closer. His hands brush the sides of my face, trying in vain to tame my hair. “What happened? Are you okay?”
He’s suddenly shoved to the side, and the only thing I can see is a set of arms folded over a broad chest. Tilting my head back, I meet Vander’s angry gaze searing into me.
“Yes?” I ask, elongating the E. I know I’m taunting him, but I can’t help it. It’s who we are. And I find it too much fun to not do it.
He knows exactly what I’m doing, Vander is too smart not to. The question is whether he’s playing along too, living in the past of our tension that he refused to give into, or if he’s serious.
“I asked you a question, Reginetta. I expect an answer before I take it from you in a way you wouldn’t like.” His eyes flash with contained violence, but it doesn’t scare me off.
“Are you thinking of adding my blood to Cole’s artwork?” I taunt, biting my lip at the thought. He’s probably jealous he wasn’t the one who covered me in it. At the mention, his eyes move to where a heart is tattooed on me, the place he marked for cutting me.
A tremor runs through him, and he licks his lip. “No distracting me,” he barks, but there’s a raspy sound to it, telling me he’s not as unaffected as he wants me to think. Whether he shows it now or not, I know he’ll be taking a blade to me sooner rather than later. It’s been a while since he let himself out to play the way his darkness demands. “Where’s the fucking body, Remington?”
“Chill, man. You know I wouldn’t risk her getting caught,” Cole says, opening the back door to the vehicle. “Here’s your body. Have fun disposing it.”
Vander releases a harsh breath through his nose. It’s safe to say he’s fully exasperated with my psycho lover.
A creak sounds at the doorway, making me glance to the side. Jasper leans against the doorjamb, his arms crossed with a blank expression on his face. Before I get the chance to decipher his thoughts, Vander rips my shirt open.
I gape at my bodyguard turned boyfriend for a second—no matter how many times one of my men shows off his strength, I’ll forever be impressed when they rip perfectly stitched clothing. He takes advantage of my distraction and opens my pants, twists me so I’m facing away, and promptly strips me of my clothes. I unwittingly made it easier for him by not putting on any underclothes.
His fingers trail along my skin as I whip around, my hand cocked back, ready to smack him. Not that I don’t mind him manhandling me… but there’s a time and a place, neither of which is here and now. Not with his attitude.
I should’ve expected it, being Vander and all, but his hand snaps out, stopping me before I even get close.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I seethe.
“Making sure none of this blood is from you,” he snaps back, giving me the same energy I gave him. His hand tightens painfully around my wrist as I attempt to free it and finish what I started. The caveman could’ve fucking asked instead of manhandling me.
“Unhand me, you fucking brute.” I struggle in his hold, but find myself rapidly backed up against the wall, my spine slamming into it and my wrists being smashed into the drywall above my head. A fraction of a second later, his warm hand grips my throat, squeezing it tightly.
“Do you think that my protectiveness ended when I fucked you?” he growls in my face. His eyes hold emotions I’ve never seen before. “Because I have news for you, sweetcheeks. When we became intimate, that’s the exact moment my protectiveness exploded out of this hemisphere.”
A grunt of agreement sounds from one of my guys, but I don’t dare break my gaze to find out who.
“You better damn well believe I’ll be inspecting you anytime I find you covered in blood. I’m the only one who’s allowed to play with your stunning ruby life force. Anyone else who thinks they can cut you will die before the night is finished.” His fingers tighten on my throat, cutting off my breathing. “Even if it’s someone you love. Do you understand me, Reginetta? I will kill Cole if any of this is yours.”
He might be choking me to get a point across, something I love no matter what the reason. But I know it’s his words that are making drops of desire accumulate between my legs. If he says much more, it’ll drip down my thighs.
“I’m okay, Vanner. None of it is mine. You can check.” I somehow wheeze the words even without the ability to breathe. His gaze loses the anger and I’m left staring into his fear. He might love playing with blood when we fuck, but it scared him to see me come home covered in it.
My dead little heart squeezes in my chest.
Raising my hand to his face, I palm his cheek and his tight hold on my throat becomes a possessive caress, his thumb swiping back and forth. “I promise, I’m fine,” I whisper again, knowing he needs the reassurance. His Adam’s apple bobs exaggeratedly as he takes a hard swallow, forcing his fears down deep where he doesn’t have to address them.
His hands tenderly travel over my skin. The one around my neck meets the other at my wrists, then guides my arms from above my head until they’re spread at my sides. Fingertips trail along my limbs, over my collarbones, around my breasts and settle on my hips where he stabilizes himself as he crouches to help me out of the pants bunched at my ankles. How he was able to strip me so fast is still mind boggling.
Finishing his inspection of my front, his hands push on my hips, encouraging me to spin around. His hands trail along me, leaving behind the softest, caring touches. It’s so at odds with the degrading man who fucks me with the barrel of his gun, but I’ll take any version of him that he wants to give. I’m learning more and more that my men can’t be kept in the boxes they started out in. Their emotions grow and evolve from day to day, exactly like mine seem to be doing.
Vulnerability flashes through me, making me want to run from the room for some unexplained reason, but I stand firm, giving Vander all the reassurance he needs that I’m uninjured. When he’s finished, his lips brush against my shoulder before pressing a light kiss below my ear.
“Thank you for letting me check. Now get yourself cleaned up before I have to retrace Cole’s marks with my own, using your blood.” He steps away, leaving a vortex of cold air. A shiver wracks my body, making me cross my arms and stare at my feet, searching for my clothes.
“No point in putting those back on,” Jasper’s rough voice sounds as his warm hand wraps around my elbow. “You need to get cleaned up and those need to be burned.”
Grayson stands with a hand over his mouth, his elbow propped up by his other arm crossed over his body. He stares at me for a moment and shakes his head. I get the distinct impression that he thinks he should be surprised by finding me like this, but he’s unsettled that this feels normal. Thankfully, I don’t find any disgust there. I’m not sure what I’d do if he was grossed out by this. We won’t tell him that I covered Cole’s cock in blood before he fucked me with it.
Jasper’s hand lands on the small of my back, guiding me through the house to make sure I don’t leave any evidence smudged against a wall or something. He doesn’t say a word as he ushers me across his room to the adjoining bathroom. The thin press of his lips has me wondering if he’s upset as he leaves me standing in front of the vanity and turns on the water in the shower.
Standing straight, Jasper holds my gaze as his hand reaches behind him and fists the back of his shirt. It’s over his head in a single smooth motion that reveals his sculpted core. I bite my lip, enjoying the view and mentally encouraging him to continue stripping.
“You going to shower with me?” I can’t help but ask. It’s the obvious next step, but I don’t want to get my hopes up unnecessarily. He pauses from unzipping his pants and fixes his glare on me. Something about it makes me freeze in place.
Within a heartbeat, Jasper closes the distance between us, his hand fisting my hair into a messy ponytail and twisting my body around until the counter bites into my hips. His lips brush against my ear as he says, “I want you to look long and hard at what we saw when you got home.”
He pauses, giving me time to take in the image of myself reflected in the mirror. Dried blood decorates my skin everywhere. There are only a few patches that don't have some hint of red. There’s even splatter on my eyelids like a morbid shadow with glitter in it. The only thing that might not be up to my standards is the way strands of my black hair clump together.
The corners of my lips wobble, working their way into a smile at the way I look. But before it comes to fruition, Jasper tugs on my hair, forcing my gaze to meet his in the glass. “This isn’t a chance for you to admire yourself.” Anger vibrates from him, making me realize how much he’s holding himself back. “I want you to see what we did. To take it in from our perspective.”
I gape at myself, trying in vain to find anything wrong. I’m fucking stunning. Cole and I worked together to make something exquisite. We should take pictures so they can be hung in galleries across the world.
“When you left, what did we think you were doing?” Jasper hisses when he realizes I’m not getting his point. He pins me in place, making sure my hips are anchored with nowhere to go then yanks on my hair, forcing my back to bend awkwardly until I’m staring at his face upside down.
“That we were going out to a bar for some drinks,” I reply after he gives a warning tug, wincing at the crick in my back.
“Right. What part of that says ‘I’ll be coming home covered in blood?’” he hisses.
I moan, wanting his hands on me. I’m naked. He’s halfway there. And yet he’s not touching me. My pussy clenches with desire, my thighs wet with arousal, and I’m dressed up to be fucked into tomorrow. Especially with how infuriated he is.
Angry fucking makes the best fucking. At least it does in my book. Should be the start of a rule somewhere…
“The part where you let Cole and I leave together,” I say innocently.
Jasper grunts, and I know I got him with that one. “While that might be true, you’re both adults. If you’re coming home covered in blood, you call us first before we have heart attacks thinking you’re hurt.”
