Page 91 of Burn Like An Angel

“It’s just a bit of blood. Stay here.”

“I can help?—”

“I’ve got this.”

Teeth gritted, I stand up. I’m headed for the door to find the bathroom when something stops me. I look back at Raine in the bed, his attention fixed on me, even if his eyes aren’t.

“Raine?”

“Yeah, guava girl?”

I smile at the silly nickname. “For the record, I love you too.”

A stupid grin spreads across his face, softening his pink-flushed features. I leave him smiling like an idiot. Limping out of the bedroom, I’m thankful the corridor is empty. Our voyeur has vanished.

I’m so focused on avoiding being spotted in my naked, messy state, I don’t look up as I enter the bathroom. The sound of harsh breathing and low, guttural grunts only filter in when I’ve closed the door.

“Oh,” I squeak.

One hand braced on the sink, Lennox has his jeans around his ankles, the other hand fisting his thick, vein-streaked cock. My eyes bulge at the sight, cataloguing not only his ridiculous size but the blazing desire written all over his face as he jacks off.

“Am I interrupting?” I ask slyly.

Jaw locked, his gaze swings to me. Touching everywhere. My breasts. Raine’s love bite. My swollen pussy, slick with our come. Lennox rubs his cock faster, hand flashing up and down, unashamedly drinking me in.

And I let him.

It’s a liberating sight.

My feet carry me forwards without command. I hold his stare as I reach in to push his hand away. Lennox sucks in a ragged breath when I take over, cupping his shaft and delivering a slow squeeze.

“Did you like listening?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I wanted to break the door down and take you for myself.”

“What makes you think I’d let you?” I rhythmically stroke his cock.

“I know you feel it too, Rip.” His stubble-smothered throat bobs. “I know you’re struggling to fathom how the person you once hated most can become the very thing keeping you sane.”

“You drive me insane,” I correct.

“Which one of us looks insane right now?”

My lips spread in a satisfied smirk. “You.”

“Exactly.”

“Since we’re being honest, I enjoy the thought that I’ve driven you to this. I want that power. In fact, I want you on your knees, begging for the chance to fuck me like Raine does.”

“That’s what you want?” he grits out.

“Yes. I want you grovelling on your fucking knees, Lennox Nash.”

“Then when the time comes, that’s what I’ll do.”

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he pulls my mouth to his. Lennox kisses me above the hot flush that Raine left behind. His lips are firm, devouring the memory and replacing it with a brand of his own.

I can feel them both on me. Claiming. Marking. Possessing. But in my mind, they’re distinct. Even Xander has his own little patch of neurons dedicated just to him. There’s no competition.

---