Page 15 of The Game

“Lay a hand on her and I’ll break every fucking finger,” Malachi swore.

Several hands left me, but some horrible person thrust against my backside, his hard dick poking me in his attempt to angle it and win the game. I squealed and arched away from him.

Malachi reached me in exactly the right second. I half fell on him. He tucked a big arm around me, sparing a desperate glance at my face.

“I’ve got you, angel.”

Without looking away, he fisted the throat of the man who’d prodded my bottom and downed him, a choking sound turning into a cough while the loser scrambled away.

Clear, pale-blue eyes held mine. “I’m so sorry I took my time in finding you. I didn’t know you were here. I thought you hadn’t come.”

I nodded in jerky motions. He remembered me. “I thought the same.”

He drifted bloodied knuckles gently down my cheek, then glanced down my body and groaned. “You know what I need to do. Do I have your permission?”

I nodded.

Malachi swung for someone I couldn’t see. I only had eyes for him now. He took me down to the floor, and in the middle of a scattering of bodies, opened his jeans and knelt between my legs.

His beautiful, desperate gaze held mine captive. He ran his dick up and down my core, notching it in position, then he shifted up to cover my body with his. In a sweet move, and still without entering me, he set his forehead to mine. “Your name, angel.”

“Emmeline Watts.”

“I claim you as mine, Emmeline.”

He thrust into me, his mouth falling open and an ungodly moan coming from me, him, or both of us.

A second thrust had him almost fully in, though his size had my eyes watering. He felt so good inside me. So perfectly right at the end of an ordeal.

I noticed nothing but him.

Not if the concrete under my back was smooth or rough, warm or cold. Only his body claiming mine, and how my every sense tuned in to him.

Malachi rolled his hips until he was fully seated in me. I spasmed around him and breathed through the pleasure.

His devilish smile came with the action of his hips. He filled and stretched me. His mouth took mine in a blistering kiss. How was it I already knew the shape of his lips when they had never tasted mine until this moment? Only by obsession and stalking, but my imagination was nothing to the real thing that drove me higher so fast I was dizzy.

So this was what good sex felt like. I’d never had it before. Not once.

He broke away right as I was on the edge of an orgasm I couldn’t have resisted if I’d tried.

“I’m Malachi Hunan. And I love you.”

I splintered and fell.

Chapter 9

Malachi

I pounded into Emmeline in a relentless burst of power made of her sweet body taking mine and the need to mark her inside and out. My lips found her ear.

“I need to come so I can get you the fuck out of here, but I swear I’ll take time to do this right once we’re home. I’ll worship every part of your incredible body.”

She nodded and tipped her head back, giving me free rein to let my body do what it needed.

It didn’t take long.

Around us, men watched or groaned through injuries I’d given them. One I’d throat punched to the floor coughed, bent over, but still working his dick at the sight of us. I bared my teeth.

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