My smacks at his shoulders slowed, and a moan crawled free. I bunched the front of his shirt, hiking my hips up to grind on his knot.
His mouth parted, bringing my focus to the scabbed cut on the corner of his lips. The remnants of his fight with Elias.
If it healed into a scar, it would match the one across his brow. He drew his cock out, taking his knot with him. I whimpered, my fingers hooking against his chest.
“I bloody regret putting my cock in anything that doesn’t belong to you,” he grunted, seating himself in me again. My legs lifted to press into his waist, pleasure licking through my senses. “Know that none of them matter, that you’ve destroyed me for anyone else.”
He pounded into me with hard, teeth-clicking thrusts. And I met his force head-on, biting down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from claiming him.
Chapter 48
They were all sprawled on the couch, arguing. I stood on the rug where the coffee table used to be placed. The plan to bring down Bourne Pack was coming together, now it was about ironing out the small things . . . like what I was going to wear.
“She should go with the brown one.”
Brown didn’t properly describe the color. It was a deep, rich umber.
“The emerald is more eye-catching,” Elias disagreed.
I’d woken up to breakfast and a dozen dresses ordered for me this morning. The same ones they were arguing over currently. I stood next to the rack of gowns, wearing my panties and an oversized T-shirt, watching them snipe at each other. Typical Pack-brother behavior, but I’d never seen them so relaxed.
It was the day of the auction, and I was all dolled up, sans clothes.
Kyan came in with a box, and when I looked inside, there were a bunch of still-wrapped hair tools and makeup. I caught Kyan’s gaze. He’d been focused on their back-and-forth the entire time. His lips twitched, and he mouthed,‘the red one’.
They were stressing me out. I rolled my shoulders and shuffled to the hallway.
“Where are you going?” Elias called out.
“I need a second,” I snapped, running my fingers through my hair as I stormed through the house to get to the bedroom.
All the hoopla had taken up most of the day, and it was about to be show time. Those Bourne bastards were done for.
I reached my bathroom, crouched, and took another stick from the half-empty package, then grabbed my lighter. I lit it while I was still on my knees, inhaling a drag of the cigarette.
In the middle of placing the lighter back in its place, the door slammed open. I whipped around to Elias and Kyan standing at the door. Their enraged focus was on my hand.
“It’s not what it looks like?” I gave the age-old excuse a try.
Their faces turned a molten red.
Sinclair shoved between them and stormed over, snatching it from my fingers.
“Hey,” I whined.
He took a drag and exhaled. “This shit kills you,” he mused and put it out in the sink closest to him.
“Okay, kettle.”
“Trust me, I’m as surprised as you.” His nose wrinkled. “But I need to keep you healthy.”
“Puh-lease,” I scoffed.
Instead of saying anything else, he swept me into his arms, carrying me over to the bed. I pushed my dangling feet into his legs, but it didn’t sway him. He jerked forward and shoved me on the bed face-down. I grunted from the landing.
Sinclair pulled my panties down and swatted my ass. I gasped, tensing. But I didn’t have time to say anything because he shoved two fingers inside me. Moaning, I arched my spine, shoving my ass backward.
“You guys just want an excuse to be dicks,” I hissed.
