“The things you know …”Thrust.
“They belong between us, just like our blood.”Thrust.
“Sean, please,” I moan as my orgasm takes hold of every fiber of my being.
“Yes, scream my name. Remember this moment.”
“Sean …!” I cry out. I have nothing left as my pussy tightens and I come hard, all over his cock. His growl is deep andunforgiving as he murmurs my name into my lips. My body tenses and I grip his shoulders so tight I think I could cut him, but it’s the pain he craves right now. It’s what he wants.
“Do you understand what this is?” His eyes glimmer with intensity. “Do you understand this man that I am? Who owns you? Who fucks you now?” He brings his face down to mine, his hand still circling my throat. “Make no mistake, we can be one, but I will slit your fucking throat if you betray me.”
I have no idea how it’s possible but I feel the heat center between my thighs, exploding again as he begins to wrench another orgasm from me. He kisses me as he groans, squeezing my throat tighter so I can’t breathe at all, as if he realizes it will make me come harder. Dots line my vision, and as I start to come I feel him grow harder inside me. Then he loosens his grip, and I come undone, clenching his cock as he releases the deepest growl, biting into my bottom lip so hard the taste of copper fills my mouth.
“Myblood,mybody now.” Sean grips my hips as he circles his own, his actions growing rough as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. “Fuck!” he bites out through clenched teeth.
I just let him claim me, because there’s no turning back now. No matter how wrong itshouldfeel, it doesn’t. It feels right.
Everything about this savage man is my home.
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
Layla
The air between us has shifted when I come down the hall after getting dressed to see Sean opening a duffel bag at my front door. First, we ate semi-warm pancakes, both of us still covered in blood like the true savages we are, then we had to clean ourselves up in the shower, where he took me again until the hot water ran out. I’m sure the gash on Sean’s stomach needs a stitch or two, which he promised to punish me for later. He also said it wasn’t my fault and that now he needs to teach me how to handle a knife properly.
The kitchen is clean and you’d never know what went on in here not long ago. I watch with curiosity as he pulls a soft, plain black leather jacket out of the bag and makes his way over to me. I stare up at him as he slides it onto each of my shoulders.
Sean scrubs his face with the palm of his hand. “Fuuuck, you look good in that. The way your hair looks over that leather? Christ, woman, you’re stunning,” he murmurs into my neck, wrapping his arms around me. “Soon, it’ll have my name on it, so everyone will know you belong to me, but I wanted you to have it for this ride. If you’re gonna be on the back of my bike, you need your own leather.”
Sean slides his hands under the jacket and his thumbs graze my nipples through my shirt. They instantly harden. I have no idea how, but I’m already on fire for him again with one simple touch.
“We need to leavenow,” he says gruffly. “We have a long ride ahead of us. One that doesn’t allow for me to fuck you again for at least an hour.” His eyes roam over me hungrily. “And if I have to look at how fucking hot you are like this for one more second, the choice will be made for me.”
My stomach flutters in anticipation as I grab my bag and toss on my shoes with a laugh, trying to behave as un-sexily as possible. I have no idea where he’s taking me today, but I’ll admit Iwantto know. The more I find out about Sean, the more I realize the true complexity of him. His layers run deep. And with every new layer revealed, I fall a little more.
The sun is hot on my leather-clad back as we ride down the open highway into Savannah. The flat terrain of the Georgia countryside is broken up by rows of billboards and advertisements as we close in on the city. I lean my head on Sean’s strong back and breathe him in. He smells so damn good.
As we make our way through Savannah, stately homes turn to modern buildings then back to homes again. Spanish moss clings to the trees that form canopies over the streets, and day lilies perfume the air with their sweet scent. Summer is in full bloom here. Tourists and locals alike line the streets, shopping and lunching. It’s when we’re almost through to the other side of the city that we turn off onto a side road and drive for a few minutes, before the trees open up and a large compound of redbrickbuildings fills my sightline. It looks like a hospital but there’s no emergency entrance that I can see, and as we pass the gates I note the large sign with directions to the different outbuildings.
John R. Mackie VA Hospital and Rehabilitation Center.
I don’t know what to think as we pull up and Sean parks his bike in a spot within a row of reserved ones. His is labeled just for him:Sergeant Sean Hunter.
He has his own parking spot?
“What is this place?” I ask as I pull my helmet off and take in my surroundings. The main building we’re in front of has floor-to-ceiling glass doors, and just outside the entrance is a courtyard of sorts with a large gazebo structure. Medical staff are pushing patients in wheelchairs around on a trail. Two men are playing chess at a table. On the other side of the glass doors are tables, one full of what looks to be a family—a woman patient in hospital clothing, a man, and two children running around chasing bubbles the woman is blowing. Sean hangs our helmets off his grips and pulls his black bandana down from his face.
“This is my job, the brick-and-mortar part, for Veterans Affairs.”
My jaw falls slack as I look around. “What do you do here?”
He grins. “I keep the government liaison for these programs on his fucking toes. I’ve been here since the plans were drawn six years ago, and I’m the single-largest private donor. On paper I oversee the treatment of every Vet that comes through the door. I do my best to make sure they aren’t left behind.”
I blow out a breath. “Holy shit” is all I can offer.
Sean runs his hand down my arm and laces his fingers through mine. “Come on, we’re late.”
For what?
