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Rebel made a sound low in his throat, a raspy groan of pleasure. Rather than take control as he always did, he allowed me to guide us. I stroked him until he was thrusting into my hand. Sitting up in the bed, I peeled off my top before shimmying out of my shorts and underwear. A clear and obvious invitation that Rebel did not pass up.

His hands were all over me. Pulling me against him, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue before flicking the tip until I fell back against the pillow. Once his hand descended between my thighs, I knew that I couldn’t wait much longer.

I opened up to his welcoming touch as he delved into my wetness. One finger pumping inside me, a tease for what I really wanted. When he glided his wet finger over my clit, I almost came undone.

“I need you, Rebel. Now. I need to feel you inside me.” Clutching his arm, I pulled him closer. All I wanted was to lose myself in every touch, kiss, and slick thrust of his body into mine.

Rebel kissed along my throat before recapturing my lips with his. “Anything you want, pet. I’m all yours.”

As I lay beneath him, feeling the weight of him atop me, I felt the sudden rush of overwhelming emotion. A strange magic seemed to explode between us as he gently thrust inside me. When he continued to be nothing but gentle and tender, I felt myself slipping deeper into that warmth. If I wasn’t careful here, I might just fall in love with him.

Holding tight to Rebel, I raised my hips to meet every sensual stroke. He peered down at me, our eyes locking. It almost became too much to take. Did he feel what I felt? Or was this a guilty man’s way of making himself feel better?

Based on everything I knew about Rebel Kane, I knew I was taking a risk by letting myself be vulnerable with him. There was an extremely good chance this would all blow up in my face come daylight. Right then I didn’t care. If this was the closest Rebel and I would ever get to a genuine connection, then I was going to enjoy every damn moment.

When he was the first to break eye contact, I knew that he felt something too. Of course, I had no way of knowing what that something might be. Burying his face in my neck, Rebel kissed along my throat and collarbone. Something about the way he touched me felt different. Like it mattered more than it ever had before.

Maybe I was too engulfed in grief and this was my way of deluding myself into seeing something where there was really nothing. When he held me like he would never let anything hurt me, I knew I wasn’t imagining it.

I pressed my face against his shoulder to muffle my moans. Raising my hips to meet his, every thrust brought him deeper inside me. Still, it wasn’t deep enough.

A desperate need to have him consume me took over. I knew that I should hate him. That I shouldn’t so easily give in to the urges and hungers I harbored. It was much too late for that. No matter what happened between us going forward, I’d fallen too hard to climb back out of this pit.

“Fuck you make me crazy in the best way,” Rebel sighed. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Storm. It’s like I don’t even know myself when I’m with you.”

That was a relatable sentiment. There were no words for what I felt in this moment.

“I’m sorry?” I let out a breathy giggle followed by another moan.

He shook his head like he had no words either. Wrapping me tighter in his embrace, his thrusts grew more powerful. Faster. Together we chased that grand finale of bliss. We came in a simultaneous explosion of pleasure. As every intense wave racked me, I felt the warmth of his release deep within.

We laid there together, wrapped in each other’s arms. For a long time, all I heard was the sound of our rapid breathing and the echo of my own heart in my ears. Neither of us said a word. We didn’t have to.

There was a comfort in his presence that I’d never known before. Trailing a hand up and down his arm, I basked in the wonder of him. He held me with a possessiveness that had once frightened me.

As the night passed, we only clung tighter to one another. Like we knew that morning would come and tear us apart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

REBEL

Watching Storm cry did something to me. It made me want to fucking kill anyone and anything that brought a tear to her eyes. Guess I’d be starting with River Harris and his crew of degenerates.

After classes, I gathered my boys and the five of us headed to the Venom hangout a few blocks from campus. A former frat house that they rented. I needed to have a little face-to-face with River. There was no doubt in my mind that he was responsible for the death of Storm’s brother. Someone had to pay. I needed to do this for her.

Spending the night with her last night had fucked me up in the worst way. It had been the first and only time I’d ever made love. A far cry from the rabid fucking I preferred. I couldn’t lie to myself though. It had been pretty fucking wonderful. Hard as it was to admit, the best part had simply been holding her. She’d needed me, and I was happy to be there.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck was this woman doing to me?

Needing to stay focused, I turned my thoughts back to River and the conversation we were about to have. Because I didn’t take this shit lightly, I came prepared for violence. Taking and inflicting pain.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” Auryn slid a sidelong glance my way from the passenger seat. “Don’t cut me for asking, but is this girl really worth it? You’re talking about starting a war here.”

A tight frown creased my brow. “The war has already begun. I didn’t start shit. River did this. The circumstances are irrelevant. We can’t afford to let him get away with making a move like this against us. He’s framing us for murder. Have you forgotten that part?”

Auryn raised both hands in surrender. “Nope, definitely have not forgotten. Just a little concerned that you’re flying off the handle here and making decisions with your dick instead of your head.”

“No, dude, Rebel is right,” Dominik piped up from the back seat. “Venom has been waiting for their moment to strike. What kind of a message would it send if we sat back and did nothing?”

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