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All without thinking about any of it, and before the moment shatters, cracking into shards I’ll never find again, I want to live in it with him because he’s the only one I’ve ever been able to experience it with.
When he quietly moans against my mouth, his hips pausing where he wants them to, I drink in the feeling of seeing him this way—hearing him this way. He’s the one who said he couldn’t handle softness all the time, but he initiated this by beingonme, and there’s something so euphoric about the gentleness of our bodies existing together. I never thought it possible that we’d forever be caught in a race to Death’s doorstep, but we’re not running towards anything but bliss and orgasms right now.
“Fuck,” he moans, fingers tightening in my hair and lips turning messy with distraction. “Shut up,” he adds, embarrassed by how much he’s enjoying this. He moans louder.
The gentle moment becomes overpowered by a desperate need to mark him as mine. As I rock my hips against his, grabbing his ass to grind us together, I nudge his head up so my mouth can get to his neck. Soren moans again, especially when I suck a mark into his skin, making his breathing pick up.
I suck his skin harder, and when he curses me out with a voice soaked in pleasure, I bite down on the side of his neck with my new teeth and make him come in his boxers.
“Oh, fuck you,” he moans, long and drawn out. “Fuck you so hard.”
I will fuck him so hard. Next time. Because this is hot as fuck, but he’s most beautiful while laughing through his insanity, and I can’t wait to bring him there again. I’m his god, and I have that power.
His cheeks are bright pink when he lifts his head to look at me, a perfect contrast to the purple mark blooming on his neck. I grin at him just to be a smug bastard, and Soren reaches between our bodies to cup my cock over my boxers.
“Shit.” I clench my teeth when he squeezes, pulling a power move over me because he can’t be alone in his orgasm. He’s an even more smug bastard than I am, and he needs the bragging rights.
“Yeah,” he says condescendingly, rubbing my cock perfectly. “Ninety seconds, Kill. Think you can last?”
Fuck him for turning our ninety seconds into a challenge. I clench every single one of my muscles to stave off an orgasm that’s coming at me faster than I thought it was.
“Easy,” I answer.
He cheats. He rubs me, grins at me, and then bites my jawline hard, adding his own teeth marks like art on my skin. It’s hot, but when he says, “Tattoo those there. I fucking dare you,” I come in my boxers without any warning.
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HE’S A GIANT DICK
GHOST
Menace grinsat me over lunch a few hours later. Killian isn’t one to back down from a dare, so my bitemark now sits in black ink under his ear, my top teeth on the side of his face, and my bottom under his chiselled jawline. Even had to shave to do it, and he looks just as good clean-shaven as he does with his stubble. Menace was up for it, and I loved every second of it because he never stopped mocking Killian once, and since Kill couldn’t open his jaw without fucking up the tattoo, he couldn’t even dish it back.
Killian isn’t here. He left right after his tattoo but wouldn’t tell me where he was going. I’m pretending like I don’t care, but I do. He’s mine now. I marked him, Menace tattooed it on his body, and with the hickey on my neck that won’t be going anywhere for weeks, I’m fucking entitled to know where he is and who he’s with at all times. I’ve been a jealous person all my life, but it’s always been about status, recognition, and rank. This is a whole new beast, and I hate how consuming it is.
Ransom slides onto the bench across from me, setting his lunch plate down on the table. The cafeteria is full, especially since the initiates who’ve made it into Vile House are allowed to be here with us now while we’re unmasked, but I don’t mind. Yet another place I can showcase my status as a Vile Boy.
“We leaked the info to those three in Lock’s crew. Guess we’ll see what happens,” Ransom says, glancing over his shoulder at Monster. “You know what he did with Yates?”
I don’t because I was busy with Killian, but I don’t want Ransom to know that, so I shrug.
“Covered him in honey and birdseed and let the crows and ravens at him.” Ransom laughs as he takes a bite, his dark brown hair freshly buzzed. “Chased them off every time they were close to ripping him open, made him think it was over, and then let them back in.”
I smirk around my fork. “Is he dead?”
Ransom shakes his head. “Nah. Parade down Death Row tonight. Yates, everyone who helped him, Tom, and a few Misfits Lock has uncovered. He’s keeping his word.”
Good for him. “Still pissed he took Yates from me. I would have been head of rank if it weren’t for that fucker.”
“Maybe for a day, but the way you’ve been acting lately, you’d have ended up right back at the bottom by tomorrow. What’s up with you and Riot?”
“Tension snapped,” I admit with another shrug.
“Finally.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I nod at Monster. “He talking yet?”
Ransom wobbles his head. “One or two words every now and then.”
