A growl rips through the air, and I swivel around on my butt, looking up at a furious Saint. He glares at Caz. He glares at Galen, and it’s completely obvious now that he was punishing himself and he can’t handle it.
I crawl toward him, kneeling up and reaching for the button on his jeans. His cock is straining against the denim, and he clearly needs this.
I’m dying to fuck him again, but he slaps my hand away, sneering. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
He shoots Galen and Caz one last hateful look before storming out of the room and stomping up the stairs, putting hotheaded teenage girls the world over to shame.
I swear, these guys give me a permanent headache.
“What crawled up his butt?” Caz asks.
“You really need to ask?” Theo says, rising. He’s the only one who didn’t take advantage of the situation though he has an obvious erection too. He extends his hand, and I let him pull me to my feet. “He’s not as immune as he lets on.” He eyeballs me. “Would it kill you to call a truce?”
I plant my hands on my hips. “I’m not the one who drew battle lines. And it’s not my fault if he’s his own worst enemy at times.”
CHAPTER 26
ALOUD NOISEstartles me from slumber in the middle of the night, and I bolt upright in bed, grabbing my knife from under my pillow and unsheathing it.
“Fuck.” The shadow climbing through my window hits his head off the top of the window frame, cursing in a familiar timbre. Air whooshes out of my mouth in mild relief. I set my knife down on the bedside table and swing my legs out of bed as Saint staggers toward me.
“What the—”
“Shush.” The asshole clamps his hand over my mouth, backing me up into the wall. “Don’t wake the others.” His rich, earthy breath sweeps over my face, and he ignites an inferno inside me when he lifts my left leg, pulling it firmly around his waist, his hands roaming the bare skin of my thigh. He rocks his hips into mine, and there’s no mistaking the obvious hard-on.
My libido is now fully awake, and I press against him, clutching him tighter. “How drunk are you?” I murmur, trying not to be affected by the startlingly honest lust mingled with adoration on his face.
“Too drunk to talk,” he says in a steady tone without even a trace of slurring. But the rich scent of his breath betrays his alcohol consumption. “But not too drunk to fuck.”
“Saint, I—” I don’t get any more words out before he slams his mouth down on mine.
I briefly debate pushing him away just to piss him off, because he was an asshole to me earlier and he doesn’t deserve to fuck me.
But I’m high on the taste of his lips, the feel of his hot body pressing against me, and his hard dick thrusting into my groin, virtually obliterating his jeans and my thin lace panties, and I fucking want him too bad to reject him. The fact he climbed up to my room in the middle of the night is a major turn on too. It’s like some fucked-up version ofRomeo and Juliet.
I’m taking what I want, and it’ll be on my terms.
“Don’t think, baby,” he murmurs, sliding his hot mouth down my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot right at the point where my neck meets my collarbone, and I tremble underneath his skillful lips. “Just feel.” He rocks his erection against my pussy, and a whimper escapes my mouth. “You feel me, babe? You feel what you do to me?”
I grab handfuls of his ass. “I thought you said no talking?”
His eyes glint with wicked intent as he rips my sleep top in two with his bare hands, exposing my upper body to his hungry gaze. The torn material slinks down my arms, falling to the ground, as he lowers his head and sucks my breast into his mouth.
My nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and I groan, tracing my fingers along his shorn blond locks while he feasts on my breasts. He alternates his attention between them, sucking and kneading, flicking and tormenting, and his callused fingers are not gentle. He tweaks my nipples roughly, plucking them like guitar strings until they’re raw and achy.
The whole time I’m flexing my hips against his as we dry hump against my wall. He rips his mouth from my tits long enough to shred my panties and remove his jeans and boxers. We’re frantic as we reach for one another again, and when he lifts me up, my legs automatically encircle his shapely waist. I barely contain my scream as he slams inside me in one swift move.
His mouth devours mine as he pounds into me, and I hardly feel my back scraping against the wall, because I’m too consumed with the way his cock is worshiping my pussy. Reality hits in a lucid moment, and I shove at his chest. “What?” he grunts, shifting me higher on his body and thrusting his cock in deeper.
“Condom,” I rasp.
“I’m clean, you’re clean, and you have the implant. We’re not using condoms anymore.”
I shove his shoulders harder, stifling a moan as his cock presses against my G-spot and I see stars. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“Theo pulled your medical records.” He pins me with a devilish grin. “Don’t get mad, baby. Just accept we know everything about you and relinquish control to me.”
I bite down hard on his shoulder, and the moan that leaves his lips sends heat gushing through my core. I glare at him before his mouth descends on mine again, and then, I take it out on his tongue, biting and swatting it, and brutalize his lips with punishing kisses.
