Page 82 of Freeing Souls

When he finishes, he looks satisfied as he backs away and stares down at the blood coating his bare chest and hands. Taking it as my turn, I let my darkness come forward and unleash my pent up rage on him. Each time my fist connects with him, peace rises inside me.

“Ryker, don’t kill him yet,” Grayson says loudly from behind me.

Heaving, I spin around and notice he is holding a hot poker stick. I grin at him. “Have a plan?”

He nods, his face set into grim determination. He doesn’t want to do this, but it’s clear as day he needs to. “Take his shirt off.”

Cade uses his knife to rip it off him, and we each grab an arm, yanking them backwards so he can’t move as Grayson approaches with the poker.

“This is for Harley.” Grayson chokes as he drags the poker along Tank’s chest carving letters into it.

Tank fights our holds, but with how injured he is, he doesn’t have much energy left to fight us off.

When he is done, we all step back and look at the mess that Tank is and the word Grayson carved into his chest.

VENGEANCE

“Are we ready to end this?” I ask, glancing at the other two, who both nod.

Cade holds up a large knife. “Together?”

Nodding, Grayson and I lay our hands over Cade’s, and we all move together to press it against Tank's chest. “You hurt the wrong girl, Tank. I hope hell treats you worse than we did,” I spit, and we push the knife into his heart as one.

“I need to go for a run,” Cade says, a slight shake to his hands as he steps back.

“Shower first,” Grayson says softly.

Nodding, Cade takes off out of the shed.

“Grayson,” I say, moving towards him. When he sees the wild look in my eyes, he backs away until he finds himself against the wall, me pushing my body against his.

Gathering his wrists in my hands, I raise them above his head. “You wanting to seek out revenge for our girl is the hottest thing I have ever seen. You taking charge and knowing what you wanted to do to him… Fuck, Gray baby. You have had me rock fucking hard since you started talking about removing eyes.”

Grayson chokes on a laugh but doesn’t respond even as I feel his cock jerk against my own. “Please tell me I can have you. I need you,” I murmur, running my nose up the side of his face.

He whimpers softly. “I’m yours.”

I groan against his neck before pulling back far enough to spin him around to face the wall. Moving my hands to the front of his jeans, I slowly undo them as I whisper in his ear, “I won’t take you here, not with dead fucking bodies surrounding us, but I need to touch you.”

When I get his jeans and underwear down to his knees, I spit in my palm before reaching around him and gripping his thick, hard cock in my hand, pumping it. Grayson moans and drops his head against the wall, jerking into my hand.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself with my hand.” I groan, biting his ear lobe. “Suck,” I murmur, using my free hand to push two fingers into his hot warm mouth.

He sucks on my fingers, getting them nice and wet as I keep fucking his cock with my fist. Eventually pulling my fingers out of his mouth, I spit on them and then use them to rub his ass. He jerks forward and whimpers as I press one of the fingers against his tight hole.

“Breathe, Gray. I got you,” I murmur, knowing I’ve taken the time to make sure I knew what I was doing. “Eventually, you will be able to take my cock. Maybe you’ll fuck Harley while I fuck this perfect ass. How does that sound?” I whisper in his ear as I keep working a finger into his loosening asshole while he jerks himself into my hand.

He whimpers. “Good. So good.”

I chuckle. “Are you talking about now, or my idea with Harley?”

“Both!” He groans loudly, slamming his palms against the wall as I finally work my finger all the way into him. He pumps himself into my fist as my finger also fucks his tight little asshole.

Bending my second wet finger, I slowly push it in with the first, sending Grayson over the edge as I twist my fist on his cock. He shoots come all over the wall in front of him.

Slumping against the wall, he breathes heavily and jerks as I pull my fingers out of him. “Fuck.” He groans.

I chuckle, “Aw did I make you swear baby?”

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