Blood wraps his fingers around my neck, pulling back smiles, his eye roam down my neck, as he runs his finger along my neck.
“Baby, I left you my mark right behind your ear,” Blood says, gazing into my eyes.
“I can feel the sting, you always leave marks on my neck,” I whisper, moving my arms around his neck.
This man drives me insane, turns me on with a burning need. I can’t get enough of him.
“Baby, I’m so fucking hard for you again,” Blood grunts picking me up, walks over to the bed.
Blood falls onto his back on the bed, still connected, ready for more.
“Oh yes, yes! I need more of your yummy cock,” I moan, running my hands down his hard chest.
“Baby, all fucking night,” Blood says, kissing me.
I love looking at all of his tight muscles and sexy V. I trace the ink that he has on his chest, it’s my face, and that right there, gave me faith in our love no matter how hard he tried to push me away.
Blood kisses me deeply, devouring my mouth like he always does. Of fuckingcourse I kiss him back, pulling him closer, feeling the electric shock rush through my blood like always. This man drives me crazy; we have such a deep connection that it’s surreal.
“Baby, I love you,” Blood whispers in my ear, holding my waist with his hands, pulling me closer.
“Oh my god, I love you,” I whisper, pulling back to look at his glowing violet eyes.
“I’m going to claim you as my Old Lady. I wanted to claim you in front of everyone tonight, but since I didn’t, I’ll claim you at Church tomorrow,” Blood says, kissing my neck.
“Oh my god, I’m so excited,” I moan, closing my eyes.
Six
Blood
“Hey fucker, is there something that you want to tell me,” Death asks, sliding onto the stool next to me, resting his brawny arm on the bar countertop.
I take a pull of my beer; lifting my shoulders, I shake my head.
“Nah, all good,” I say, lowering my eyelids to gauge where in the fuck he’s coming from.
“Brick, get me a beer,” Death yells, looking at the prospect attending the bar.
Brick grabs the beer from the refrigerator, takes off the cap, and takes long strides to hand it to Death.
The prospect just started a few months ago, and the motherfucker looks like he’s almost going to shit himself. He needs to grow a pair of balls if he wants to make it.
I shake my head, pulling my cigarettes from the inside pocket. I offer one to Death, and I slide one between my lips. I stroke my lighter, lighting Death’s cigarette, then I light up. I take a drag, and I slowly exhale, making smoke rings.
I look at the smoke rings, waiting to hear what Death wants to know because I don’t have a fucking clue what he wants me to tell him.
Death takes a drag of his cigarette, turning to look at me through the slits of his lower eyelids. He nods his head as if he knows something.
“Motherfucker, I’m going to spell it out for you,” Death growls, leaning in closer, turning to look into my eyes.
“What the hell are you talking about,” I growl, furrowing my eyebrows staring right back at him.
“What the fuck are you doing with my little sister Wynter! You know damn well that you don’t touch the MC’s princesses,” Death hisses, his upper lip turning up.
Well, fucking hell.
“What do you think I’m doing motherfucker,” I growl, leaning in close to his grille.
