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“Fuck, you’re stunning,” he murmurs, gripping my waist and rolling us again so I’m back beneath him. He pushes to stand, and I feel the loss immediately, the cold air wrapping around me and calming my racing heart. He undresses quickly, his cock springing free as he shoves his jeans down his hips and steps from them. Once he’s naked, he holds up a condom he’d retrieved from his back pocket, and I push the intrusive thoughts away that remind me he probably put that there for the club girl.

I watch as he rips the packet and sheaths his impressive length. He rubs the head of his cock up and down my entrance, gathering wetness before slowly pushing into me. Inch by inch, he opens me up, and I gasp, enjoying the feel of his size. Fury hisses, squeezing his eyes closed before pausing to allow us both to adapt to the delicious feeling. He rests his forehead against mine, finally opening his eyes. One is almost swollen shut, and I gently cup his face, adding a gentle kiss just underneath it. Oddly, I find him sexier bruised and battered.

“This is where I belong,” he whispers. “Where I’ve always belonged.” I nod in agreement, unable to find the words, and he slowly withdraws his length, looking me in the eyes as he slams back in hard enough to move me up the bed. “Are you ready for me, Xanth?” he asks, nipping my bottom lip. I nod, and he grins. “The last time we fucked in a bed, I had zero experience outside of you.” He slams in a second time, and I groan with pleasure. He slides his hand down my thigh, resting it under my knee and carefully raising my leg, hooking it over his shoulder. “Now, I’m all grown,” he adds with a smirk, slowing his movements so I feel every inch of him sliding into me again.

He glances down at our connection, watching as he disappears. He growls before picking up his pace, his movements jerky with each thrust. The intense build-up of asecond orgasm happens immediately, and I’m so not ready for it as it tingles through me, hanging me on the edge of bliss. He presses his thumb to my swollen clit, and I cry out, falling over the edge, much to his delight.

I’m still panting when he pulls from me and taps my thigh. “Turn over and get that backside in the air,” he instructs, and I do it without question. His hand pushes between my legs, and I jerk as he gathers my wetness on his fingers. I hear him licking them, humming his approval before he says, “You taste good.”

I close my eyes, dropping my forehead to rest on my forearms while keeping my ass in the air for his pleasure. He pushes back into me, his cock filling me up. This time, there are no sexy words falling from his mouth as he fucks me, taking whatever he wants while grunting in pleasure. And I let him, because the sounds he’s making turn me on so much. I want to be the only woman to ever make him feel like this. From now on, I’m claiming Reese Northman.He’s mine.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Fury

Idon’t think I’ve ever come so hard. Not since the first time I had sex, and that was once again with Xanthe. She snuggles into my side, our breathing heavy with exertion. “Let’s do that again,” I murmur sleepily, “in a few hours.”

She giggles, and the sound warms my heart. “Last night, you couldn’t escape fast enough, and now, you want to stay in my bed?” Her tone is teasing.

“You wouldn’t take no for an answer,” I say, smirking, and she lightly taps my chest in warning. “And as usual, you got your own way.” That’s not a lie. Xanthe always gets her own way because I have no defences when it comes to her. She breaks them all.

“It’s not my fault you let jealousy win.”

I shift onto my side, propping my head on my hand so I can look at her. “In all seriousness, stay away from my brothers.” My tone leaves no room for teasing, and her smile fades. “The punishment for fighting my brothers over a woman that Ihaven’t claimed is serious. But I’d go there, Xanth, for you.” I stroke my fingers down her cheek. “Don’t make me.”

She gives a small nod, not quite meeting my eyes. “I wouldn’t want to cause you any problems with your family . . . again.”

“Now, sleep,” I say, flopping back down and wrapping my arms around her until she’s snuggled against my chest.

There’s banging,and it wakes me from a peaceful slumber. I sit upright, taking a second to realise I’m not in my own room. Xanthe stirs beside me, and for the first time in years, I relax knowing she’s here and I didn’t dream the entire thing. The banging sounds again, and I carefully slip from the bed, trying not to disturb her.

Grizz is pacing outside the room, and I frown, wondering why the hell he’s knocking on Xanthe’s bedroom door. “I tried your door first,” he explains, answering my unasked question. “You have a visitor,” he adds. “Donnie.”

My frown deepens. “What the fuck is he doing here?”

“He’s acting all smiles and shit, but I reckon he suspects she’s here. So, if I were you, I’d hide her just in case,” he says, nodding past me to Xanthe.

I glance back, relieved to see she’s still sleeping. “Tell him I’m not here,” I snap, pissed that Donnie would come to my home. He’s overstepping boundaries.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

I groan in frustration. “Fine. Let me wake her and explain.”

“I’ll tell him you’re on your way. Grab a whore on your way so it throws him off the scent.”

I close the door, locking it to be safe, and go back to where Xanthe is looking peaceful. I bend down to place a kiss on hercheek, and she smiles, stretching out until the sheet falls away. I stare at her naked body, my cock arousing at the sight. “Good morning,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from sleep.

“We have a problem,” I say, and I hate the way her smile immediately fades. “Donnie has turned up here. He’s downstairs.”

She sits up, grabbing the sheet and holding it to her chest. “Shit. Does he know I’m here?”

“I have no idea. I’m gonna go and find out. But for now, you need to stay in here.”

I go to leave, but she grabs my wrist, halting me. “What if he knows and he hurts you?” There’s genuine concern in her eyes, and I smile, rubbing my thumb over her lips before leaning down to capture her mouth in a kiss.

When I pull back, I offer a reassuring smile. “I can handle him. Don’t worry, I’ll be back.”

I knock on Jennie’s bedroom door, and it’s minutes before she opens up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. One of the prospects is asleep in the bed behind her. “Grab something sexy,” I order, and she perks up immediately. “Nothing like that,” I add quickly. “I need you to play a part. Follow my lead and don’t mention Xanthe.” She nods, grabbing her silk nightdress from the floor and pulling it on while following me downstairs.

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