Page 21 of Reluctant Rebel

“Here,” Brax said with a grunt. He unzipped his pants, releasing his hard shaft. “Let me remind you.”

She grinned. She loved the way he wanted her, how he made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world. She opened her mouth in anticipation, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Brax tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her firmly to the angry, red tip of his dick. She flattened her tongue, licking the crown and drawing the taste of his pre-cum into her mouth. His moans of pleasure echoed in the room, and she took him deeper into her mouth, using her tongue and throat to get him off.

Sabre kept her eyes on his, drinking in the intensity of his gaze as he fucked her mouth in slow, deep thrusts. He grunted and groaned, muttering filthy things that made her ears ring. Just before she was sure he was about to shoot his load, he pulled back. Without a word, he leaned down and captured herlips in a fierce, possessive kiss. His hands roamed feverishly over her body, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure wherever it landed. She moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as she lost herself in the sensation.

He began trailing hot kisses down her neck and collarbone as his fingers traced the outline of her breasts through her thin shirt, causing her to arch up into his touch. In one swift movement, he tore off her shirt and sports bra, revealing her small breasts to his hungry gaze. He took a moment to admire them before latching onto one nipple with his mouth, teasing and sucking until Sabre was writhing beneath him.

Her hips bucked against his arousal, rubbing herself against him in search of friction. Thankfully, he quickly slid down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along the way, until he reached the waistband of her pants. “Off,” he growled, pulling them down along with her underwear.

Sabre lifted her hips to help him, gratified when he shoved his own pants the rest of the way off as well. Brax’s yellow eyes glowed as they roamed over every inch of her exposed skin before he positioned himself between her legs. His fingers trailed lightly over her inner thighs before delving into her wetness. She gasped at the riotous pleasure coursing through her body. He knew exactly how to touch her to make her crazy.

With one hand still teasing and caressing between her legs, Brax used the other to position himself at her entrance. “Want me?” he asked huskily.

“Yessss,” Sabre moaned in response. “Always.”

With that, he pushed inside of her, filling every inch of space and causing both of them to cry out. Their bodies moved together in perfect unison, and she bit down on his shoulder, humming happily when blood hit her tongue. His legacy never activated during sex anymore, and it thrilled her.

Curses met her ears, and Sabre grinned, clenching her inner muscles around Brax’s gorgeous cock. His hips lost their rhythm, becoming more brute force rather than controlled motion, and he came with a roar seconds later. Sabre watched, entranced, as his head fell back, the muscles in his neck cording with strain. Her breath caught in her throat when her own orgasm barrelled through her unexpectedly. Brax ground his pelvis against hers, stimulating her clit and extending her pleasure to the very precipice of discomfort.

Afterwards, she lay tangled in her mate’s arms with a satisfied smile on her face. “I’m pretty sure we keep getting better at that,” she commented, following a bead of sweat on Brax’s chest with her tongue.

Brax grunted, reduced to non-verbal communication.

Sabre placed a kiss near his nipple, her nose twitching when his chest hair tickled it. She was about to suggest a shower when a thought hit her. “We need more recruits.”

Brax hummed, his hand smoothing over her thigh. “For what?”

“For Operation Cupid.”

Brax groaned, flinging an arm over his eyes. “Sabre, we are not dragging anybody else into your crazy scheme. And we are definitely not calling it Operation Cupid.”

“Sure we are,” she retorted, patting his abs. She reached for her discarded pants, fishing around for her phone in the pocket. Before Brax could snatch it from her, she pressed a single button, initiating a group call. Within moments, Gage, Eric, and Draven had answered. “Good. You’re all here,” she said briskly. “It’s time to divide and conquer.”

“Are you talking about X?” Draven asked quickly. “Do we have a new lead?”

“Not him, you dipshit,” Sabre snapped, glaring at the phone. Beside her, Brax’s body moved with his silent laughter.

Eric jumped in before Draven could respond, but his annoyed snarl could be heard loud and clear. “Then what are we conquering?”

Sabre smiled slyly. “Romance.”

“Say what?” Eric sounded confused.

Sabre looked to the heavens and prayed for patience. Maybe she should be asking Phaedra and Mercy for help. Or perhaps even Lucifer. She never needed to use as many words with them. They just got her, bless their violent beating hearts. “Mikhail and Jinx,” she explained.

All three men spoke simultaneously, and a resoundingnoechoed through the speaker.

“Don’t be a bunch of pansies!” Sabre screamed back.

Silence reigned for a few moments before Draven cleared his throat. “Brax, are you there?”

“I’m here,” Brax admitted.

“Control your woman,” Draven demanded sourly.

Sabre met Brax’s resigned gaze and said, “I read a study once that showed people are much happier when they’re not surrounded by a bunch of cunts.”

Brax’s eyes widened, his pupils expanding in shock. He sputtered incoherently for a second before finally sitting up and yelling, “Sabre!”

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