Page 169 of Lexi


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“Oh fuck,” Lexi sobs, her hands gripping my arms for dear life. Her pussy clamps down around me, her orgasm crashing through her. I hold her as she cries out, her body shaking with her release. “That’s my good girl.”

At the sound of Lexi cumming, both guys stop what they’re doing. Their eyes are wild, chests heaving.

I see the change in Sloane when he realizes what's going on. His eyes go black with lust, then they shift to anger.

He swings his murderous gaze to Luke. He's beaten to a bloody pulp, but he’s still alive, his chest heaving as he struggles to take in wheezing breaths.

“How fucking dare you listen to my Omega cum.” Sloane’s lip peels back in a snarl. “Fucking dirty scum. She’s mine.” Sloane pulls out his gun and pops off a few shots into Luke’s head.

Lexi jumps, and Emmett flinches.

“You fucking believe that?” Sloane scoffs. “Bastard actually had the nerve to think he could hear my girl's cries of pleasure and get away with it. Not fucking happening.”

“You really are crazy, aren’t you?” Emmett asks, raising a brow at Sloane, as if he doesn’t have Luke’s blood on him as well.

“I’m not crazy,” Sloane huffs. “Aiden, tell him I’m not crazy.”

“You’re not crazy,” I snicker, pulling my fingers out of Lexi’s pussy.

“Hey!” Sloane charges over to me. “Don’t you dare.”

I raise my fingers to my mouth, ready to suck her slick off them, but Sloane snatches my hand and shoves my fingers into his mouth, glaring at me as he licks them clean.

“Don’t lie to him, Aiden,” Lexi sighs. “The man is crazy. He should know it.”

“If killing people makes me crazy, then so be it,” Sloane sighs. “But don’t tell me you didn’t like what you just saw. I can taste it, Kitten. Your cream is so fucking good.”

“Oh god.” Lexi turns in my arms and buries her face into my chest.

“Don’t worry, baby. I love your kinky side,” Sloane chuckles.

“We’re done here,” Lexi declares. “I’m hungry, tired, and my breasts hurt so damn bad.”

“Want me to massage them?” Sloane asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No.”

He pouts.

“Sloane, you take our truck back to Widows Peak with Lexi. I’ll ride with Emmett.”

“Yes, sir.” Sloane grins. “Come on, Kitten, you’re stuck with me.”

“Ew!” she squeals. “Don’t you dare touch me with those bloody hands.”

“Oh, come on. A little blood doesn’t hurt.”

“Sloane,” she warns. “Go wash up. Then take me to get food.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he groans. “Do you know how hard it gets me when you’re all bossy?”

“If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll take care of that.” She points to the very big bulge in his jeans.

“I’m gonna be the best fucking boy,” Sloane promises, then takes off to find a bathroom.

“Are you okay?” Lexi asks Emmett, her eyes filled with concern.

“Yeah.” Emmett smiles back softly. “Didn’t really plan on stabbing someone to death again, but it was needed. I felt so much of that anger being lifted off my shoulders. I just hate that he was the monster who hurt you, too. I had no idea. I never knew his name.”