Page 25 of V for Vengeance

When am I going to stop complaining about it and just accept that this is what my life is now?

I’d promised myself after Phillip pulled a full dick move that I wouldn’t whine over another boy ever again. I had plenty of other things to wrap my head around these days—vengeance and the mystery behind my stupid-powerful ancient Fae blood being two. But sometimes the normal girl just out of high school would rear its ugly head, and I’d be stuck with thoughts full of “Why me? Why him? Why her? Why us?” I couldn’t help it. It was the only place I got that full young-maiden experience Kate told me I needed to go through to understand who I was and what I wanted.

Because at the end of the day, I was just shy of nineteen. Barely an adult. A killing machine capable of organized evil takedown, sure, but still just a girl navigating the choppy waters of new love. Granted, with several very hot and crazy-terrifying types, but that only meant it was complicated times one hundred.

“Nigel can’t do this alone. I have to go.”

Right, the wolf society, the witch everyone acted really fucking weird about whenever her name was mentioned, my always-on-fire life—I’d nearly forgotten I was in charge of a Hunter-led revolution in the midst of all this angsty romantic turmoil.

Nigel would need someone to help him sow trouble with the wolves around Theo and get the truth to the right ears. It’d require a clever tactician capable of reading a room and maintaining the mask they wore as a friend, not foe.

Nigel was a lot of things, but a smooth operator wasn’t one of them. His emotions always got the better of him, so he’d need a sound-minded Hunter to counteract some of his more feral and impulsive tendencies. Otherwise, they’d be found out, and withan entire society of Shifters against you, very few would survive should things go pear-shaped.

We Hunters couldn’t be in two places at once no matter how incredibly powerful we all were. Splitting duties made the most sense. The thought of Phillip being whisked away again somewhere I couldn’t see hit my chest in a way I didn’t realize was still raw and wounded.

So, I was back to choosing between the two.

Fucking figures it’s down to me again.

I made Sloan promise to come back safely. It was the only thing that I could say when my stomach was twisted into knots, the whole world coming down around me. If I lost Sloan…

I couldn’t lose anyone else.

As was his way, Sloan distracted me from all the doom and gloom in the best way he knew how. It was clever to use pleasure as a way to win a fight. It was the same way he used pointed compliments to redirect, but it worked every damn time. Like he had the V playbook memorized by heart. I couldn’t stay angry with him. I tried, but Sloan was a fucking genius when it came to knowing what I needed to hear, what I needed to feel, and how to soothe the hurt.

Jerk.

I never expected Sloan to find world-changing pleasure in the dirtiest places on my body, but he was a master at it. Phillip gave me the praise and domination I craved, and Sloan gave me pleasure in places and ways I never thought possible.

With Sloan, I never felt dirty or wrong for enjoying it. Before I could talk myself out of the unbelievable sensations flooding my body, Sloan would swoop in with everything I needed to hear to give me permission to let go. To forget my shame and guilt. To embrace the sexual deviant living within.

And I never regretted giving in. Not with Sloan. Not with Phillip. I might question if it was ethical or fair to them, butI never regretted enjoying my time with both, not since the day I decided I would stop apologizing and start living the way I wanted. Honestly, both of them were geniuses at giving me permission to be whoever and whatever I needed to be.

Sloan only hesitated as long as it took for me to give him the go-ahead to do more—something Phillip rarely asked for because he didn’t need to—before positioning himself behind me and grabbing a steady hold of my waist.

I thought at first he’d enter from the back—wasn’t that the whole reason he prepared me the last two times?—but he didn’t. Without waiting, the other Hunter forced his massive cock inside the place he’d just worshipped with his mouth, sheathing his entire length like so many times before. I swear my body recognized his shape because it was a perfect fit every time he was inside me.

Swallowing my disappointment, I dropped my head with a soft exhale. Still, it felt amazing to have him inside, grinding along all the sensitive places he knew made my legs quake and voice escape. I sucked in a wanting breath when Sloan did a little experimental rock, his thumb grazing the other hole he’d only just penetrated with his fingers. I didn’t realize I’d squeezed around him like a clamp until he cursed under his breath and gave me a little punishing thrust.

Sloan’s thumb pressed past the puckered flesh, sensations erupting in the wake of a different kind of penetration, and I moaned loud enough to get my point across.

I wanted it.

I was ready for more.

“Next time, love.” I could practically hear his sassy smile. “My reward for being a good lad and returning to my darling’s side safe and sound, yeah? Or…is it a reward for being a good little bird while I’m away?”

“You’re such a jerk some—”

My head knocked back, and a moan erupted from my throat when Sloan withdrew his entire length before slamming it all the way back inside. Without pause, he hit a spot that was an electric storm inside my waist. Like the sexy bastard aimed for it. But no one was that good, right?

Shit, I’m doomed.

Delicious sensation rippled through my thighs, and I clung to the tree for support. The other Hunter’s hands took strong hold of my hips again. I waited as he took a step away, then dragged me back into another hard thrust. And like every time we had sex, I couldn’t think or breathe. All I could do was voice the intense pleasure flooding my body with every thrust and grind of his cock.

With a husky chuckle, the gorgeous asshole rocked and slapped his hips into my backside, sliding his hard length against the sensitive, sensation-explosive spots inside. When I moaned low in my throat, Sloan snaked his hand down my front and rubbed electrifying circles over my clit.

Fuck, it was so good.Every. Damn. Time.

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