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My cock leaks. It swells, white heat building in my spine while I thrust my hard length against her bed, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her swollen walls.

“Oh my, god,” she sighs as I glance up at her hooded stare watching me. She can see my bare ass, how I’m fucking her bed while I eat her pussy.

“Now, be a good girl,” I pant, “and make me come with your pussy on my face.” I flutter my tongue over the clit. “Now, Vale, you got me so fucking close, too.”

“Oh my god, Nash.” Her thighs shake. “Oh, my god, you’re getting off on this. On me. On eating my pussy.”

I answer by puckering my lips and sucking her clit so hard Vale screams. With a hard curl of my fingers inside her, she bucks, coming with her legs around my neck. She could break it.And I love it.Her stream of pleasure fills my mouth as I moan into her pussy, letting her cum make me do the same.

Fuck, I’ve fantasized about eating her pussy for so long.

I hold her thighs, keeping her here, with my face buried in her tangy taste, her musky smell, her pulsing release while I find mine. While I pump my swollen cock so hard into her mattress and grunt, grunting again as I feel myself spill over her sheets, my tongue barely inside her where my cock aches to be. The sound of me coming with her pussy on my face makes her shudder. She comes again, pouring more of her sweet poison over my tongue.

With panting breath, a dripping cock, and a glistening face, I leave her pussy pulsing as I climb back up her beauty until we’re nose to nose, mouth to mouth.

She stares in awe at me while I demand, “Lick your cum off my lips, Vale, and never doubt that I can make you do it again.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

VALE

“Can I ask a question?”

I rest on Nash’s chest, feeling it silently shake with laughter at the sentence that pops out of my mouth hourly.

His fingertips linger up and down my naked back. “Can I ever stop you?”

I grin, tracing over the fangs of the lion on his pec. Waiting. Annoying. Happy because eventually, he growls, “For the love of god, just ask.”

“Why do you call me ‘poison’? I get calling someone ‘baby’ or kinky names during sex, but poison is deadly and?—”

“Because it kills me, Vale.” He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “It kills me to want you like this, to feel this way about you, knowing no one can ever know, and we can never really be together.”

“We can keep it a secret, like you said.”

“Not for long. They’ll figure it out.”

“They?”

His sigh is heavy.

“Do you mean Alena?”

“Yes,” he answers. “Definitely her. And my … brothers, so to speak.”

“But Jace knows.”

“He’s the only one.”

“Why would they care?”

“We care about someone when a brother cares about her. We make a vow to protect her, too.”

“Um, Houston,” I reply, “I fail to see a problem. You and a bunch of hot men who look like you, all tatted and jacked, caring enough to protect me? Feel free to convince me that’s not every woman’s fantasy.”

A dark storm takes his eyes. He gets serious. Deadly serious. “You’re too smart not to realize it’s only fantasy in fiction. In real life, it’s a gilded, barbed, and bloody cage, and you don’t belong in it. I’ll never allow it.”

Resting my head back on his chest, I listen to his heartbeat. His lips softly graze my hair, his arms squeezing me tight. This intimate, tender side of Nash makes my throat tight, overwhelmed with emotions, but still, I whisper, “I kinda love your cage.”

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