Page 71 of Riot of Autumn

“Fuck, Ruby. It’s only you. Only ever been you.”

My words set off a chain reaction. Ruby cries out. Her fingers grip my arms as her pussy clamps down on my dick and spasms around me. My measured pace stutters and the beast inside me rears up. This woman is mine. Fucking mine.

A growl rips from my lips as I lose all control. My hips piston, thrusting into Ruby while she shudders and shakes beneath me. Her orgasm goes on and on while I fuck her like the animal that lives inside me.

“Fuck yes.” Ruby sobs as I pound into her. Pleasure so sharp it’s close to pain, builds from the base of my spine and spreads like wildfire.

I roar her name as I fall apart, coming so hard I think my soul leaves my body. All I can do for several minutes is lie on top of her and try to catch my breath. We both groan when I pull out. I immediately want to bury myself back inside her perfect heat.

Sitting back on my heels, I look down at this woman who has been my torment, my friend, my partner in so many crimes, and revel in the thoroughly ravished look that paints every inch of her body.

My eyes drop between her thighs and a low growl vibrates in my chest when I see my seed spilling from her sweet pussy. Before I decide to move, my thumb is pressing inside her, pushing my come back where it belongs.

“Fuck, I can’t tell if I like this animalistic side of you, or if I’m scandalized,” Ruby gasps, making it pretty damn clear she’s enjoying it.

“You’ve never been scandalized in your life.”

“I might be now.”

My voice is lower than usual, possession dripping from each word. “You’ll get used to it.”

24

RUBY

Isleep surprisingly well, considering the absolute disaster that my life is right now. Well, not my whole life.

Ezra’s body is wrapped around me, his arms squeezing me to his side and our legs tangled together in his bed. I know he’s awake, even though I haven’t looked up at his face. My cheek is pressed against his chest, and I’ve been listening to his heartbeat for way too long. If anyone knew I was being this corny, I’d have to kick some asses to regain some credibility.

My stomach rumbles loudly, reminding me I haven’t eaten since, hell, lunch yesterday.

“Does that mean it’s time to get up?” Ezra says, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Unless you want me to start eating you.” I sink my teeth into his skin, making him laugh.

“Anytime, Cube.”

I shift so I can look at Ezra, still in disbelief that my naked body is all squished against his naked body. He runs a hand over my head and down my hair that has to be a mess. I didn’t brush it after our shower. His warm brown eyes are soft, looking at me like I’m something to be cherished. My skin flushes and, dammit, I feel all soft and melty inside.

Axil’s back on the bed, pressed against Ezra’s other side. My heart is just too unprotected and exposed right now, because I almost start crying. The way Ezra’s looking at me, the fact that Axil almost got caught in the fire last night, and that Ezra ran into my burning house to save him. There’s an ache in my chest that keeps getting tighter.

“You know, the day you gave me Axil was one of the best days of my life.” My voice cracks, so I reach out and run a finger down Axil’s nose, avoiding looking at Ezra.

I thanked him that day, but I don’t know if he realizes how much it meant to me. Ezra showed up on my twenty-first birthday with a tiny black puppy wearing a violet bow tied around his neck. He’d held out the squirming puppy for me with a grin on his face. I’d scooped Axil into my arms and nearly cried into his fur.

I never had a pet growing up. My mom was absent for my entire life. That’s the nice way of saying it. She was an addict who rarely left the house, but she wasn’t present. She didn’t see me. After learning about Zara’s kidnapping, her decline makes a bit more sense, but it doesn’t erase our relationship. Or lack of one.

Ezra knew I’d always wanted a dog, and maybe I would have gotten around to getting one myself. Eventually. Except, like all the relationships in my early life, I questioned whether I deserved something so sweet and innocent as a puppy. What if I wasn’t responsible enough or what if my own dog didn’t like me? Ezra made that decision for me. Axil became a lifeline. He loved me unconditionally, because I was his person. He didn’t doubt me or think I was a failure at life. He was always happy to see me. I didn’t know how much I needed that in my life until Ezra gave me that gift.

Ezra’s arm squeezes me, and I finally look back up at him. There’s a soft smile on his face. “I knew how much love you had to give, and Axil would be so lucky to be yours.”

I suck in my bottom lip, trying not to give into my emotions. I hate crying, and I’ve cried way too much in the past few days. Ezra takes pity on me, his hand landing on my ass in a loud slap that snaps me out of my weepy state.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself. Let’s get you fed.” Ezra presses a kiss to the top of my head before shifting out of bed, carrying me with him since he can’t get out where Axil’s blocking him.

He sets me down, but not before getting in a good ass squeeze.

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