Page 180 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“You can’t promise me that, Laughn. I just got you back for a second time, and you went on a suicide mission. What if you didn’t recover? You’re not bulletproof.”

He moves fast, positioning himself above me, and leans down so his lips hover just above mine. “You’re right, but I’m not sorry. I get tunnel vision when it comes to you, and he tookyou from me. He needed to die. I couldn’t stop, and I would do it again.”

His lips descend on mine. I missed this—missed him. He pulls back, pushing himself up so he can remove his shirt. I take in every lanky inch of him. He may not be as defined as the others, but he is a work of art, literally. He throws his shirt and takes the hem of mine, removing it. I blink up at him once the shirt goes over my head, and he smirks at me and flips me onto my stomach, placing kisses down my spine.

“What does your tattoo mean?” he asks, running his tongue down the entire thing. “Kimi no tameni ikiru.”

I giggle at the way he says it. “It means: I will live for you. I never knew why I would always think about it. When I got my memories back, I knew it was about Creed. Before I lost my memories, he would say it to me, but he never told me what it meant. I only looked up the meaning when it popped into my head.”

“Are you feeling okay?” he breathes, feathering kisses at the apex of my ass, then he sinks his teeth into my flesh. The burn has a moan slipping from my lips.

“I am now.”

I feel Laughn move above me. He stands from the bed and undoes his belt, causing his pants to fall to the floor, leaving him bare before me. His signature smirk graces his face when he snaps the belt against itself with acrack. Anticipation has me dripping wet. I need someone to not treat me as if I’m made of glass. Still lying flat on my stomach, I curve my spine and push my ass higher into the air. The belt comes down in a swift, sharp movement, whacking against my soft skin.

“Hands behind your back.”

I do as I’m told, lying down flat against the bed, my hands positioned against my lower spine.

He crawls beside me and wraps the belt around my wrists, tightening the leather against my skin. When he’s done, he lifts my hips so my ass is up and my head is buried in the mattress.

Out of nowhere, something wet hits my back. Turning my head slightly, I see Laughn’s hand above my head, blood dripping from an open wound on his arm onto the side of my face.

“I don’t just live for you, baby, I bleed for you.”

“Fuck me, Laughn, hard and fast.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He wastes no time ripping my underwear at the back, snapping the string but leaving the band around my waist and the rest still attached to the front. He saddles up behind me, caressing his cock along my slit, rubbing my juices all over himself before thrusting inside me.

There is no way to prepare for Laughn’s modified dick with ball bearings on both sides. He doesn’t take it easy; instead, he grabs the belt around my wrists and pulls me up halfway between the bed and his body. Blood covers us both, and the sheets beneath us. His hard, short thrusts have my first orgasm building. With his mods, there is no room for just one orgasm. Once one hits, they roll on continuously back to back until my eyes are rolling in my head.

“Harder,” I scream as the first one washes over me.

A bang comes from the other side of the door.

“Fuck off,” Laughn yells, thrusting into me relentlessly.

I need it rough, and I know he is taking it easy on me. Laughn lets me fall to the bed, his body leaning over my back, his mouth finding my shoulder as he bites down. Another orgasm takes over my body when a bang vibrates through the room and the door splinters. My eyes go wide as Chester barges through the broken door. His face goes red when he takes in the scene before him as Laughn laughs like a maniac. He pulls out, and his warmcum hits my back just as Chester gets to the bed. Skin hitting skin and manic laughter has me rolling to my side as a scream bellows out of me.

Footsteps pound up the stairs, and Creed runs through the door and rips Chester off Laughn. Boston is next, but he stops dead in his tracks when he looks at me. One by one, the rest of the guys push through the door. Case rushes to my side and unlatches the belt around my wrists. A shirt is thrown at me and I pull it over my head, the scent of sandalwood hitting my nose. I look up, and Marlow is standing bare chested nearby.

“What the actual fuck,” I yell. Slipping from the bed, I march straight over to Chester, who is being held back by Creed, and Trace and Brennan are also standing in front of him. “What is your problem?”

“You’re covered in blood,” he explains, exasperated. “He hurt you... and the babies.”

“It’s not my fucking blood, it never is.”

Chester looks between me and Laughn, who holds up his arm.

“That’s deep as fuck. Let me stitch it up,” Kai says, followed by a laugh.

“Once I clean Jolie up, since you pricks rudely interrupted. Someone take the beast downstairs,” Laughn says, jumping to his feet. His right eyebrow is split open and fresh blood drips down his face.

“No!” Chester roars. “He hurt her, Davis. Ask him.”

Davis moves forward, humouring Chester to get him to calm down. He knows Laughn didn’t hurt me.

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