Page 60 of Always Watching

“Fuck, North, yes.” He cries it again, fingers trying to twist, to get hold of me. His legs wrap around me instead, like that will bring me closer.

I finally let go of his wrist and lift my hand, pressing it over his heart.

Leaving a bloody print there, like it can somehow seal the next words I’m about to say.

“Even though you know I’m a killer.”

Ranen’s eyes go wide, but his hands fly up and he takes hold of my wrist.

“You’remine,North. You’re mine too.”

Too much.

It’s too much. The way he holds me, the way he looks me in my eyes and drinks my confession down with greedy touches. His body spasms a second before mine, and I angle my hips and get drunk on the feel of his heart thundering beneath my palm as he comes on my cock without his dick being touched.

He comes from my words.

From my blood.

From ourneed.

And then I’m coming too at the feel of his tight little hole squeezing and clenching around me with its own unspoken demands, filling him as he cries out my name and he clings and writhes and rocks on my cock until he’s all wrung out beneath me.

And when I pull out, the mixture of cum and blood that leaks from his ass is… fuck. Intoxicating.

My gaze lifts from his leaking hole to the perfect print of my hand on his chest, my teeth marks and hickeys scattered all across his skin… and finally to his eyes. He’s panting, wrung out, face flushed as he lifts his gaze to meet mine. It takes him three tries to speak, licking his lips and finally drawing enough breath to get the words out.

“North… I think we need to talk.”

Chapter 21

Ranen

“Yeah. Okay,” North says,his words coming out raspy and hard. Like he thinks what I want to say will be… bad.

They’re the opposite of bad. I knew North had this hidden side to him, thisdangerI wasn’t aware of. The smell of that danger inside him radiated from his pores, it was so potent, but I could never put a finger on what it was.

Now I can.

Now I see him. All of him.

I should be scared—and I am. But not for the reasons I should be.

What if someone besides me finds out what North is? What if they find out and send him away? Away from me, from the life we’re building? Fuck, I couldn’t take that. I would probably die.

I look down at myself, at the constellation of North’s danger—his blood painting my body, the marks on my skin, the bruises on my wrists and hips from how he immobilized me and fucked me hard. No way will I give this up. North is fucking mine and he’s not going anywhere.

With effort, I sit up, my ass stinging and my body feeling the effects of his rough treatment. But I’ve never felt more alive than I do now.

North watches me, though his hand twitches as if he wants to help me. His eyes give nothing away, the blue-green orbs steady on mine, as if he’s studying me.

I place one shaky hand on his face while I use the other to grab his opposite wrist. “You’re hurt,” I repeat for the fortieth time. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Then we can talk.”

North nods, still assessing me. With agonizing slowness, he places both hands to my face, one of them covered in blood. I sigh and my eyes flutter shut. His warm hands on me settle something in my heart, an emotion I can’t quite put a finger on coursing through me. Relief? Happiness? Excitement? Anger?

I was almost hurt again. I was attacked in my home…again. A knife was held to my face and a maniac tried to make me go with him… wanted to do unspeakable things to me. Mr. Barlowe was an unhinged lunatic who tried to take me from North.

But North did what he said he would do. He promised no one would take me from him—that I was his—and he proved that. In more ways than I thought he would. He fucking bled for me and ended a life. Forme.

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