Page 151 of Savage Hearts

“You’re sore.”

“Not too sore.”

Hell.

“Hell.”

I plucked at her nipple, and she turned toward me. My fingers clamped on the hardened nub as my fingers strummed over her clit.

“How about I play with my baby until she comes?” I said softly, close to her ear.

She shuddered against me.

I’d take that as a yes. I kept my finger around her nipple, rolling it ever so slightly while I played with her clit. It didn’t take long before she was squirming against me.

“Maverick,” she chanted, her eyes glazing over from lust. I quickened my pace, and she squirmed, trying to get away from me in one breath, and closer in the next one.

“That’s it, my beautiful girl. Why don’t you come for me?”

“Maverick!” she screamed, her body convulsing as she came.

Fuck. How beautiful she looked like this—flushed skin, dilated eyes, and wet pussy.

I stilled my hand when she finally came back down and reached over to turn off the lights, bathing the room in darkness.

She sighed and snuggled closer to me, burying her face in my neck. I might have imagined it, but I thought she might have sniffed me. I skimmed my fingers up and down her spine, holding her tightly against me and creating a little cocoon for us against the outside world.

A few hours later, I unwrapped my arms around the sleeping girl and stood up. I looked down at her on the bed, buried in the covers. She shifted slightly and hugged the covers tightly, letting out a soft snore.

I chuckled silently.

Fuck, but she was cute.

I had slept sporadically throughout the night, and I should have still been tired. Instead, I was energized. A monster ready to take on the world and destroy anyone and everyone who got in my way.

18

MILA

By the timeI woke up, Maverick was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t even heard him leave this morning.

A part of me was disappointed he wasn’t here. He never was when I woke up, even if I had spent the night with him.

Silas had been scarce since my first time with him. Had he not left me little notes that Rachel hand-delivered to me every morning, I would have thought he was abandoning me after he got what he wanted.

There was still a part of me that believed they would leave me, that they would eventually get bored with me, only now, my feelings about that had less to do with anger and mostly with heartbreak. If they’d wanted me to become completely dependent on them, they’d fucking succeeded.

I was, and I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if they ever grew bored with me.

I was so fucking stupid.

It was already afternoon when I finally left my room. I didn’t know how Maverick did it, getting out of bed so early when we had gone to sleep so late the night before. But, like his brothers, he seemed to function on very little sleep.

I walked down the stairs and was about to enter the kitchen when a large body came out of nowhere. I didn’t stop in time and bumped right into a hard chest.

Arms wrapped tightly around me, and I looked up to impassive brown eyes. I supposed impassive eyes were better than hostile ones.

I tried to pull away, but Killian tightened his arms around me. I shot him a questioning look, and one corner of his lips lifted in a small smile.

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