Page 103 of Seven+Four

“You deserve every bruise, every bite, every mark I make on your beautiful body. You’ll never say no to me again,” I growl darkly.

“But I will,” he gasps out. “Aren’t you afraid…I’ll leave…again?”

What the fuck did he say? I let my obsession run free. “Then I’ll make fucking sure you can’t walk!”

I piston roughly inside of him; my thumb is still plugging his dick, making it impossible for him to come. Sari is thrashing against the tree, offering his slender neck to me. I let go of his wrists to pull his hair to one side, and I strike down like a damn snake, sinking my teeth deep. The taste of his sweet blood turns my desire raw, while Sari screams out all his unfathomable pleasure.

“Tell me I’m yours. Only me.” His voice breaks as tears start falling.

“Mine. Nobody else’s. I will fuck you until I have eradicated all your doubts.”

He’s pulling my anger apart with every tight clench, every wet kiss, and every erotic moan.

I move my thumb away, and he suddenly throws his head back, neck stretched in ecstasy, his hair a wild mane around his trembling shoulders as cum shoots out and trails down his belly. I wrap my hand around his mouth to silence his moans, which seems to heighten his pleasure.

He clenches around me so hard he forces the jizz out of my dick. And I bellow in bliss as I thrust hard and come deep within him. He shudders against me while I ride out wave after wave of pure ecstasy. In this moment Sari, my Sari, fills my entire being.

I hear both our harsh, ragged breathing in the silent forest. Sari’s small hands caress the broad expanse of my chest. Damn, my body refuses to pull away from him. His flushed skin and sated, affectionate smile, the way his long eyelashes form shadows on those red cheeks. The taste of his throat under my tongue, sweet and iron-like from the skin I broke before.

My cock is still buried deep, and the heat and pliancy of his body makes it twitch. It feels like I’ll never go fully soft. It’s always like this with him. I could stay inside him all day, fucking into him lazily, and the moment my dick hardened enough I could go again. And again. And again.

I lift my head and take his mouth, sipping his taste. When I let go, Sari’s sweet lips are curved into the most brilliant of smiles. I imprint it on my brain to remain there forever.

Hours later, we are back at the base. We stopped at a clinic to get a CT scan and an MRI to see if there were signs of concussion—Sari insisted I got checked too. Once the doctor cleared us—he told us to rest and to come back if we felt dizzy or nauseated—we left. A little bribe assured us his total discretion.

I won’t take it easy, though. Fuck that! I’ll give it my worst.

Trent the fucker is in the FUNS room, naked, lying on a table. Hands and feet tied by a chain. Usually I like to keep my donors on a chair, but the fucker here is a special case. The revenge kind. My very first. And after what Rami and Rague found at the cottage, the perfect donor.

They discovered several pictures of naked men bruised and tied up. After a quick check, Serena let us know that every single man in those photos had gone missing or been found dead in Chicago and the surrounding areas in the last four years. Nine men in total. Hunter is collaborating with the police on a case about one of those men.

“We have a serial killer in the base!” Lori declares.

“Whoo! We haven’t had a revenge one since I met you, Raph.” Michael is looking at Trent with curiosity.

“And you almost died,” Raph retorts, not showing the same sentiment, keeping his back to the FUNS room.

“You were the one who got kidnapped and almost strangled.Isaved you,” his husband counters vehemently.Hesaved him? My perfect aim did.

“Should we recall the shooting part?” Rami reminds him. I was awesome as always. Michael…not so much.

I tune their conversation out, glancing at Trent the fucker first, before my gaze stops on Sari. He surely fought tooth and nail, judging by the cuts, broken bones, and bruises he left on the fucker. A sense of pride fills my chest as I smirk at my gorgeous, astonishing partner. My dick agrees as it twitches, wanting more of him.

He’s been cuddled by everyone since we came back from the clinic—well Raph bumped his shoulder in something that passed for a pat.

Lori and Ollie are doing a weird celebratory-cleansing dance around him, now flailing their arms and skipping like drunk idiots.

“The Suri get-together plan worked! Cough it up, boys.” Lori stops in front of Gabe with a gloating expression.

My brother sighs. “You’ll have casual Friday at work with Mexican or Chinese food takeaways.”

“Did you really think I’d lose?” He taps Gabe’s cheek. “Hooking two handsome guys together, puh-leeze, my work was basically done for me. I just set it up and walked away.”

Is he talking about me and Sari?

“So, you’re a pimp,” Ollie taunts him.

“No. I’m the sass master.” Lori winks at Sari.

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