“Oh, God!” I cried out.
He covered my mouth with his, swallowing down my sounds as he fucked me senseless. The sounds of wet skin slapping wet skin fluttered around us, echoing off the corners of the wall as his bed banged against the wall. I didn’t care who knew, though. I didn’t care about what others thought. I cared about Fangs. I cared about what happened to him. And I wanted to be by his side as we both saw this through until the very end.
Until Bullet was bleeding, and we were victorious.
“Fangs,” I choked out. “Oh, my God. Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop, okay?”
He growled as he planted his face between my tits. He unraveled my arms from around his neck and pinned them off to the side. I laid there, completely helpless as he rammed against me. Sliding his thick dick in and out from between my swollen walls, spreading me and invading me in all the ways that I wished. My juices leaked down my ass crack. That tightly-wound coil wrapped in on itself as his pelvis tickled my clit. And as he sucked marks all along my breasts, marking me as his own, I couldn’t take it a second longer.
“I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Fangs. Fangs. Holy fuck, Fangs. Yes, don’t stop. Fangs. Please! I’m coming! Don’t stop!”
He snapped his hips relentlessly against mine and the sounds of the headboard crashing against the wall became our theme song as we rose to the occasion. My pussy clamped down around him, spewing forth my mark as it coated his skin. His growls overwhelmed me, wrapping me up and threatening to cling to me for the rest of my life if I didn’t let that man go. The second he released my wrists, I tossed my arms around his neck. My legs slid from his shoulders as he collapsed against me, the comforting weight of his body blanketing me away from the rest of the world.
And as he rutted against me, he growled my name against the shell of my ear.
Before he, too, spilled forth his mark.
“Julia. Fucking hell, the things you do to me.”
I wrapped my entire body around him as he spilled into me. My pussy swallowed down every droplet he offered, and I relished the way his sweat dripped down onto my body. I used to hate that sensation. The feeling of some dude sweating all over me. But not with him.
I adored it with him.
“Hold me,” I whispered.
He frogged out his legs, his cock still buried between my walls. “For as long as you’d like.”
I fell asleep with his weight on top of me and I wasn’t even upset about it. I was exhausted, and we needed rest if we were going to tackle the coming day. I feared for my nightmares. The darkness that I knew still loomed over my head. But the night came and went without so much as a single drop of cold sweat.
But when I woke up, I didn’t recognize the room I was in.
“What the—Fangs?” I asked.
I looked around at the sandy-colored walls and the rust-colored carpet on the floor. I shot up in bed and studied the pristine white sheets around me. I scrambled to get out of bed and found decorations on the wall staring at me. A dresser not stuck in a closet. Fangs’s clothes, somehow haphazardly thrown onto my body.
Where the hell was he?
“Theresa!?” I cried out.
A groan came from behind me, and I whipped around to find that Theresa had been in bed with me.
How the hell had I not noticed that?
“Theresa,” I said breathlessly as I rushed to her side.
She turned over and pulled the covers over her head. “What?”
“Theresa, wake up,” I whispered as I shook her. “We’re not at the clubhouse anymore. I think we’ve been taken again.”
She groaned. “I know, Julia.”
I blinked. “What?”
She threw the covers off her head and looked at me with a stare that, for some reason, seemed to call me dumb.
“Seriously? You don’t know where we are?” she asked.
I stood to my feet. “Doyouknow where we are?”
