Page 50 of Love You To Pieces

But something about this doesn’t feel the same. I can’t tell what it is, though the way his body tenses under me has my muscles stiffening in response.

When his grip tightens again, I brace myself, expecting the anger that hasn’t truly shown itself as he drags my face up and up and⁠—

Instead, his mouth finds mine and immediately invades it with his tongue to lick away the taste of his blood. I gasp against his lips, which he takes advantage of to deepen the kiss while dragging me against him with his other arm. I make a soft noise in my throat, something between a protest and a whine, but that doesn’t stop Fox.

If anything, it encourages him. The sweetness of his kisses is still there, like before, but this time there’s a hunger thrumming between us. It isn’t until another pair of arms suddenly wraps around me—one across my shoulders and one across my hips—that I remember Deacon is here, just waiting to pounce.

“You just can’t resist, can you, Fox?” He chuckles as his lips brush the side of my throat. “Can’t even let her grovel properly. You’re soft on her.”

“Soft on you, too,” Fox huffs lightly, though his mouth doesn’t leave mine. “But you don’t usually complain.”

Deacon nips my neck, making me yelp, but Fox is there to quickly soothe it with another kiss that has me breathless.

Try as I might, I cannot figure out a good reason to explain why this is happening. There’s no way they actually like me. No way they want something more than this. I tell myself it’s a game. A competition between them. Especially when their actions make it feel like they’re competing with each other.

A bite from Deacon that has me jerking back against him.

Followed by soft praises from Fox as he massages my scalp with his long fingers, then gently finger combs my hair to work the tangles free.

It keeps going, until finally I open my hazy gaze to see that Deacon is leaning over my shoulder, his mouth on Fox’s. The aggression in his kiss is accompanied by soft, feral growls as he bites down on Fox’s lower lip hard enough that I swear I see blood.

But Fox doesn’t seem to mind. If anything, he leans into it, breathing out a soft chuckle, and lets Deacon have his fun while I’m trapped between the two of them with no option except to watch.

And God, I can’t help but watch, no matter how fucked up that makes me. My fingers curl against Fox’s warm skin, and his movements push them downward without me realizing it, until I eventually snatch them away once I realize something very important.

Fox isn’t wearing pants. Or underwear. Nothing separates us except for the comforter, and immediately I feel like my fingers are burning and my face flushes with heat. When I glance down without meaning to, the V of his hips is revealed by the pooling comforter, though thankfully nothing except the beginning of a trail of dark hair underneath his navel is visible to me in the moonlight.

“What’s wrong, Sadie-Rae?” Deacon teases, a little breathless from their kisses. “You want to see more already? Are you that greedy for the sheriff of Wolf Lake?”

“N-no, I⁠—”

But I don’t get to protest. Deacon’s arm snakes around my waist to grip the comforter, and I can’t help the way my eyes stay glued to the sight, to every inch that’s revealed to my gaze as Deacon takes his time.

“Oh, come on.” Fox snorts, snatching at the comforter. “You’re making this a big deal when it isn’t. There’s nothing special here, Sadie.” There’s a chuckle in his words, and he chases Deacon’s hand away. “Don’t make such a scene, my love.”

Deacon’s snicker sends a shiver up my spine, which is only magnified when he kisses along my shoulder. “She’s the one looking all wide-eyed and lovestruck,” he murmurs. But when I open my mouth to protest, he’s suddenly biting down, his teeth sinking into my skin hard enough that I gasp and arch, causing my hips to roll against Fox’s.

“That’s it, darling girl,” Fox breathes, his hands immediately on my hips. “There you go. Just like that. Move for me again, just like that.” He doesn’t give me the option not to. As Deacon shoves my shirt aside to bite down on my shoulder, Fox drags my hips against him, then harder when I whimper at the dig of teeth at the juncture of my neck and throat.

“You like it when he bites you?” the sheriff murmurs. “He’s going to leave a mark, you know. He does that when he bites. Like a fucking dog claiming what’s his.” Deacon makes a growl-like sound against my skin, and at Fox’s words, he seems to get into it even more. His teeth close harder around my skin, and he sucks my flesh between his canines, surely pulling the blood to the surface to leave what I’m sure is going to be one hell of a hickey.

With my eyes half closed as I try not to give in to Fox’s urging on my hips, I don’t see him move. I feel it, however, and I open my eyes just as he bites down on the other side of my neck, closer to my pulse point than my shoulder.

This time, I cry out. I can’t help it when both of them are biting me like this. Fox’s teeth dig into my skin, his tongue laving over the sensitive flesh, while Deacon just seems to want to dig in and never let go. There’s nothing apologetic about the blond’s bite, but Fox is different. Still somehow sweeter and more considerate, even as he’s biting hard enough to leave just as much of a mark as his lover.

“You don’t need this,” Deacon suddenly growls in my ear, and his hands ruck up my shirt.

That snaps me back to reality, and my stomach twists as my heart flutters in my chest. “N-no!” I protest. “No, I don’t⁠—”

“Not gonna hurt you, Sadie,” Fox breathes in my ear. He holds me in place in his lap as Deacon pulls my shirt over my head, not caring about my protests, and leaving me shivering in my bra that was still barely salvageable from the auto shop. “It’s never been about hurting you.”

“Unless you count biting as hurting,” Deacon snickers. “Because then…” He clicks his teeth together near my face. “I really wanna fuckin’ hurt you right about now.” He wastes no time; the moment my shirt is gone his hands come around again, fingers dragging up my ribs and making me squirm at the ticklish feeling. Then his mouth is on me again, on the same shoulder, though this time he’s further up my neck and biting without hesitation.

I yelp at the sudden, sharp pain, and my body jerks forward against Fox, who groans with appreciation. His hands tighten on my thighs and he readjusts me so I’m flush against his chest, his body radiating heat beneath me.

“You make it so hard to control myself, darlin’,” the sheriff admits in a low, rough voice. “Do you know how hard it was to pretend to be asleep when you came over here with that little knife and hovered over my cock like that?”

“What?” The words half-snap me out of the haze that Deacon’s causing with his teeth and hands, and I reach out to grab Fox’s arms, using them to ground myself. “What did you say?” Forcing myself to meet his eyes, I duck forward, trying to get away from Deacon’s mouth. But he just follows me, pressed against my back, so I’m truly trapped between their hard bodies.