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“Pet, I don’t think you’re ever going to be ready when you reach your breaking point. You fight to hold on and do as I ask, trusting it will be worth it in the end. I think I’ve proven it is. However, when you have someone, such as yourself, determined to push yourself to the limit, there aren’t the same warning signs. Your body simply decides it can’t do what you’re asking and implodes, just like you did,” Rambler explained. “That’s why I think we keep this play for special occasions or moments just between you and me so I can keep close tabs on how you’re doing.”

“Whatever you think, as long as you promise we can do that again,” I said, letting my head fall back on his shoulder so I could see his face. “I really enjoyed your game.”

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” Rambler warned as he adjusted me to face him. “This could be intense.”

Slowly he slid me down over his cock, letting it fill me inch by inch, sending waves of aftershocks through me. Tossing my head back, I let my body say what it needed to as I took my tiger balls deep. With a final whimper, I tossed my arms around his neck and draped myself over his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You made me come just by putting it in.” I panted.

Rambler hummed his pleasure at that, allowing me to rest as he let his hand stroke my body lovingly. I melted against him and nuzzled into his neck before licking and nipping up the column of flesh, making him start to purr. In doing that, his whole body turned into a fucking vibrator which had me flying into another orgasm. It was like the build-up for the first one was so massive that I still needed to burn off the rest of that energy.

“You just hold on and let me do the work,” Rambler instructed before he started thrusting up into me.

My body lit up like a motherfucking Christmas tree made out of sparklers. Sensations I’d never experienced before erupted within me as he rolled his hips at a leisurely pace. Even during my heat, things didn’t feel this intense, which I was glad for because I would have come out of that a sex addict and been sorely disappointed by normal sex after.

Feeling greedy, I started to move my hips, forcing him deeper and trying to get him to move a little faster. A crack of Rambler’s hand on my ass got my attention real quick as the bite of pain helped to level out the overwhelming pleasure.

“What did I say, pet?” Rambler asked.

“That you were going to do all the work,” I said, a pout clear in my tone.

He massaged the place he spanked, easing the sting. “That’s right, so be a good girl and let me do it. Right now, you don’t know how much you can handle with how high you are off endorphins. Trust me to do what’s best for you, and you’ll get exactly what you’re looking for.”

Trying my best to be good and let him take control, I buried my face in his neck and gave into the direction he was giving with his hands on my hips. Things started to build low in the pit of my stomach, and when he started to speed up, I could feel the climax speeding toward me like a freight train. The second it hit, I struck, as if on reflex, my teeth latched onto his neck, piercing the skin and making him roar. Seconds later, I was flat on my back with him hugging me to his chest as he pounded into my pussy.

It was almost as if he was trying to split me in half with his cock, and I fucking loved it. To accompany the sound of slapping skin, Rambler grunted and growled his pleasure as he rutted into me. He pulled back just enough to kiss me, his tongue owning my mouth as much as his cock was my pussy. I was utterly intoxicated by him. He was all I could smell, feel, and taste, to the point I thought I was going to drown in him and our pleasure. His movements became more erratic and frantic as he was getting close to coming. His hand moved around the back of my shoulders so he could pull me down as he thrust up, trying to get every inch of himself inside me.

When he came, it was with a roar that shook the room, making me wonder who might be living under his home and if they were hearing all this. My attention quickly returned to matters at hand when his cock sprouted his barbs and locked me to him as I felt his cum shooting into me. It must have been some magical cum too, because where it hit sent me tumbling off the cliff into another climax. Now my cries dominated the space as he bit down on the swell of my left breast over my heart. My lioness roared, and it was almost as if I could hear Rambler’s tiger returning the call triumphant in the claiming of his mate.

Slumping over me, Rambler lay there, his heart beating as wildly as mine, reminding me that now our hearts would beat the same whenever we were near each other. He rolled us so we were more on our sides as he clung to me, kissing whatever piece of me he could get access to, making me start purring. I hitched my leg over his hip in an effort to get us situated more comfortably as we cuddled and kissed, enjoying the high of this moment together.

“You’re mine now, Nicolette,” Rambler whispered, pausing from cleaning the mark he’d left. “No matter what happens tonight, tomorrow, or years from now. I’ll kill any fucker who dares to think he can take you from me. Even if it means destroying half The Grid to do it.”

Chapter 28

Dice

The urge to slowly peel someone’s skin off bit by bit to help calm the rage building up inside me was the strongest it had ever been. Normally, I’d find other ways to cope with the dark desires that I had, but something crashed into my life, throwing everything into disarray. Interestingly that something—was more like a someone—who’d entered into my dark, twisted world.

Nicolette.

She didn’t bring light to the void or make me feel I could or want to be a better person. No, quite the opposite, actually. A deep possessive, almost feral, need grew stronger every day I was around her. It was as if she was taking up residence in my brain, and I couldn’t stop obsessing about her. My feline was a bigger prick than usual, hissing and snarling when anyone dared to even look at her for longer than a few seconds. That cook had better watch himself, onion rings or not. I’d slit his throat over the fryer if he didn’t learn to stop watching her from the shadows of the kitchen. The others hadn’t noticed—but I had.

Now, I was struggling with the fact that my mate, my soul, was challenging one of our veteran members, who Nine and the others had trusted for years. When Nine assumed the role of president, he’d been an asset taking over and dealing with the sweetbutts. That evolved into him caring for all the single females of the pride, making sure they had what they needed and a person to go to if there was trouble.

Circus and I made sure this side of The Grid respected the Savage Pride and all those connected to it. However, our hands were tied when it came to ensuring our own members gave our women that same respect. Everyone had a choice in how they wanted to live their life, so there should be no judgment for being a sweetbutt or choosing to work in one of the businesses we owned.

How had we missed what my dusza saw within the first few minutes of interacting with Zealot? I’m no fucking saint, and honestly, I could give a flying fuck what happens with the other members of the pride. Only reason I did anything about it was because I’d given my oath to protect the Savage Pride and that’s not something I gave lightly.

They took in my human, big sister, along with myself, when it wasn’t safe to be in the foster care system anymore. I’d shifted at fifteen, and the darkness inside me only grew with the addition of a fellow killer now sharing my body.

Being with the Savage Pride gave me an outlet that society could tolerate, and I wasn’t sent to prison. Although, if we’re being honest, they never would have been able to keep me in there. With an IQ that was off the charts and a conniving mind, I would’ve been able to find my way out of there eventually. Overall this was the better solution, and having Circus take me under his wing made him what I believe most call a friend, or more precisely, a best friend. Right now, he was the only reason I wasn’t chaining Zealot up and dismantling him bit by fucking bit for daring to act the way he did to my dusza.

“You know, I have to say I’m proud of us,” Circus announced, hanging from a limb of a fake tree as we tried to distract ourselves in the feline activity room. Otherwise known as a massive fucking cat tree for large felines in the center of the apartment building.

Flinging my dice up in the air, I glanced at him, catching the two pieces again without even looking. The feel of the smooth bone in my hand calmed me. They were made from the man who claimed to be our advocate in the foster care system. I learned that was a fucking lie as I caught him raping my sister. He was my first kill, and when I went to therapy after doing what I did, they told me I needed a reminder to keep from making impulsive choices. Whatever I chose had to be of some great significance to me of a time when I knew I made the best choice not only for me but others involved. It was a no-brainer for me, so I dug up the bastard’s grave and stole pieces of his spine to make them out of.

“I see, so you’re now only willing to talk if Neko is around?” Circus grumbled, dropping from the tree to land on the platform next to me. “Or is it that you’re barely holding on to the rules?”