Page 78 of Revenge & Truth

Sprinting up the main path, I didn’t pause on Level 3, moving right on to Level 4. Here, I started to scan the cars, which slowed me down, but I wasn’t sure how to go fast and see in the dim cave that was the garage. Level 4 crossed over to another building, adding more parking, but it also meant I was boxed in since there was one way in or out. Choosing to take the risk, I wove through the cars trying not to be in the open. Crossing from one aisle to another, a hand snatched my wrist, and I was pulled against Hound’s chest.

“Gotcha,” he said triumphantly, kissing along my neck with my arm pinned behind me.

I don’t think so, buddy. If Hound believed I was going to give in at the first sign of defeat, he didn’t know me all that well. Using all my handy-dandy training, I broke out of his hold, hurled myself over the hood of a car, and took off running.

Fuck finding the car, the game was now going to be keep-away.

With my skills, I managed to avoid him two more times, but Hound was no idiot. He knew exactly who he was dealing with and had studied all my moves as he watched me over the years. I made it to the top of the garage and saw the stars on this rare cloudless night, oddly fitting for where we were. The top floor didn’t have much cover, but I was almost positive that I was ahead of him, so I beelined it for the closest corner to hunker down between two cars until he showed up.

The bastard stood up from the exact spot I was aiming for. He leaped over a tight gap between cars and snatched me up with an arm around my waist like a vice grip. Thrashing, I tried to get free, but he twisted so he could pin me against the hood of a car. His hand on the back of my neck kept me from fighting back. The feel of his hot breath on my skin and the thundering of my heart had me so turned on I didn’t know whether to give in or keep fighting. When his cock plunged into me, a screaming moan burst from me as my hands scrambled over the hood, trying to find something to hold on to.

Each thrust was deep and hard, smashing me against the hood, making me want to weep with how amazing it felt to be fucking owned. With every stroke, I could feel all five of his dick piercings as they created sensations I’d never experienced before. Women who say they don’t add much to the experience of sex clearly were lying. Hound roughly pulled out, making me whimper, only to flip me over, rip open the front of my dress to expose my breasts and slam into me once more. His hand resumed its place around my neck, and I clung to it as if it were my lifeline.

“Fucking hell, Luna, how is it possible for you to own me more than you already do?” Hound asked before he tongue fucked my mouth, growling with primal energy that oozed off him.

Soon, I was screaming his name as I came, but he just fucked me right through it to toss me off the cliff a second time. I wanted to follow his rules about keeping quiet, but I couldn’t do it anymore.

“Fucking breed me, Hound,” I begged. “I want you to come inside me, own me like the needy bitch I am for you.”

That seemed to spur him on to the point he hooked both arms around my shoulders, holding me in place as he pistoned into me like he would split me in half.

“You want me to own you, fill you with my cum, and use your body until I’m satisfied?” Hound challenged. “Then your wish is my command.”

Burning his face in my neck with one more mind-altering, gut-rearranging thrust, he came. I’d noticed I don’t always feel them coming in me, depending on how hypersensitive my body is. My body was on overload, and I felt that man painting my walls white, which had me orgasming so hard my body started to convulse. Hound held me, whispering what a good girl I was and how much he loved me as my body tried to make sense of what was happening. Finally, I began to relax, and for a reason I couldn’t explain, tears started to leak out of my eyes.

“Shh… my precious Moonflower, you’re all right. It’s perfectly normal for this to happen when you come down from all the adrenaline,” Hound soothed, stroking my hair. “Just try to take slow, deep breaths. I’ve got you.”

I hissed as he eased out of me, not realizing how sore my poor vagina was. Hound pulled me up so I was sitting, still wrapped around him, as he helped me through this drop. In my research trying to figure out what a dynamic between Braxton and me would look like, I read up on submissive care. It was noted that some subs when they get deep into subspace, or the mindset of a sub coming out of that, can lead to a sub-drop. Doing proper aftercare helped to negate that experience, but other times it happened regardless.

Hound scooped me up, and the car we’d just fucked on beeped, making me realize it was our car. He settled me in the seat and buckled me up before jogging to the driver’s side. As soon as we were out of the garage, he placed his hand in my lap, and I curled around his arm, taking a deep breath.

“Just so you don’t take this reaction the wrong way, that was some of the best sex of my life,” I shared.

Hound chuckled and kissed my head. “Well, I can confidently say it was the best sex I’ve ever had. I could die right now with no regrets after that experience.”

“Sorry, not allowed. You can’t die because you might have ruined my vagina with your dick. So I’m gonna need you to take responsibility for that,” I informed him.

“That is a serious offense. It might take months, no, years to make up for that,” Hound teased.

Lifting my head, I looked at him as we sat at a red light. “No, I’m pretty sure you’re just going to have to be with me for the rest of my life. It’s the only thing that makes sense to me.”

Hound’s face softened. “You’re absolutely right, Luna, and I will happily devote my life to the woman I love.”

“Good because this woman needs a bubble bath with you in it, followed up with you being the big spoon,” I told him. “There might be a round two if you promise to take it a little easier on my ass. Can’t have you putting both holes out of service when I have seven men to keep up with.”

“Trust me, Moonflower. I can be good and make you scream as much as when I’m bad.”

It’s a wonder I ever got things done with sexy men around me who said shit like that.

Good thing I knew how to multitask.

twenty-eight

The following morning, I was awoken way too early by Hound telling me all the guys were camped out in my living room, and they’d brought breakfast with them. After cursing all of them, I stumbled out of bed and joined them. Everyone but Atticus was wearing sweats or basketball shorts and T-shirts, looking like they got as much sleep as I did.

“To what do I owe this delightful wake-up call?” I asked, pouring a cup of coffee.

“Domenico called, letting us know that there was a rash of fights between prisoners at Ashgate,” Ryker answered, causing me to freeze as panic nipped at my heels. “Luca is fine, he’s still in solitary but under far better conditions. However, Detective White Knight wasn’t so lucky. Seems there was a shit-ton of people he and the judge wrongly put away with their evidence-hiding bullshit.”