Page 62 of Syndicate Fists


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His face twisted up in a painful kind of pleasure, sweat dripping from his forehead as his body shook. I liked seeing the effect I had on him. I liked it far too much.

I smirked up at him, enjoying the view until he glared down and growled. His hand snapped out and slapped my clit, which sent a shattering rush down my spine. His fingers rubbed at my clit as he pounded into me, his long, fat cock banging against that spot inside that made me choke on my own moans.

“You thought you were done?” A cruel laugh spilled from him. “I have time to catch up on.”

It seemed my body agreed with him since heat burned up from my belly like he was reaching inside of me and tearing it out of me.

“That’s right. Clench down on me hard. Never let me go. Fucking take it all.”

My eyes rolled back into my head as bliss was yanked out of me, and my moans turned into desperate pants. His thrusts grew erratic, and with clenched teeth, he cried out, “Fucking take it. All of it.All of me.”

His thrusts slammed into me, reaching so deep I felt the warmth of his cum fill me. “Nova. My Nova.”

His Nova. Yes. That's what I want.

He released me with a groan, my body sagging into the mattress as my bliss made me twitch with the fading pulses of our fuck session.

I patted the spot next to me, wanting him to know he could be at ease and catch his breath. I knew I did.

I wasn't expecting him to yank at both my legs and roll me over. I yelped in surprise, looking over my shoulder to yell at him, then froze.

Zeth was heaving big, long breaths like he wasn't a demon but a beast, his eyes narrowed into slits, muscles taut and bulging. Everything screamed that he was dangerous and I should get away, but that thought only made me even more breathless with want.

“I promised myself,” he huffed, “that I would haveallof you.”

When my brows crinkled in confusion, his hand cupped my pussy, collecting his dripping cum before rubbing it between my cheeks. My eyes went wide, and his mouth split into a grin. “I’m going to have all of you, Nova.” He worked a cum-covered finger into my ass, and I couldn't help the whimper that fell from my lips.

He rolled his head at the sound, his neck corded as his hard length grew along the back of my thigh. Silky, thick, and hard. “Tell me I can have you, Nova.” The words were more of a command than a question.

The rational side of me buried under booze and lust poked its head out, telling me not to do it, to stop here. That he wasn't ours.

His other hand rubbed at my clit, and that lustful wave swallowed that voice back under. I wasn’t thinking about tomorrow or the next day or the next, just living in the now with him.

“Yes, Zeth,” I moaned. “Take all of me.”

* Fade Out by Kami Kehoe

* Wave by Meghan Trainor ft. Mike Sabath

* Never Ever by Omido

16

NOVA

Shifting against the cool, magicked sheets, I hissed out a breath. The temper-charmed spell woven into the fabric of my comforter was always perfectly chilled against my naturally warm body, but right now, nothing was cooling me down. That Hellfire booze had been a mistake. Sure, it was great because of the lack of hangover, but tingling pinpricks crawled up my spine like a hundred restless fire ants.

It would ease after a couple hours, but although it wasn't painful, it was annoying to wake up to.

I stretched, hoping to shake it off, and my foot nudged something solid behind me… warm, alive. A sleepy groan rolled across the mattress.

“Mmm… warm. Cozy,” Zeth mumbled, his voice dragging with a husky edge.

I froze. My chest went tight. Last night flashed behind my eyes in fractured, heated fragments: his mouth, his hands, his voice growling my name. My teeth caught the inside of my cheek hardenough to sting, anything to keep the sound rising in my throat from escaping.

What the hell did I do? I’d sworn I’d let him go. Let him be free of me and our fucked-up situation. And instead… instead I’d taken him, again and again, until neither of us could move anymore.

A full quiver of sharpened thoughts pierced my soul.What if this wrecked everything we’d built? The friendship and camaraderie? What if he thought he could… treat me the way he did last night in front of the Syndicate?Oh, no! That would not fly.