Page 28 of Ruin Me Knot
Her eyes flutter open, clouded with pleasure and surprise, but it’s the tiny, gut-wrenching whimper that nearly undoes me. A sound so vulnerable it claws straight through my chest. She tries to speak, no words come, but her perfume thickens to blanket us all. Jax fists his cock in a stranglehold so hard he might just bend it permanently out of shape.
"Okay. I understand." Slowly, carefully, I slide my fingers from her, earning a needy whine, and move to kneel between her thighs. I guide her legs over my shoulders, her body splayed open for me.
"So beautiful," I grit out before lowering my mouth to her.
The first lick is sin.
The second is divination incarnate.
Her taste ruins me. Wild roses, honey and salt, all of it flooding my mouth as I groan against her slick flesh. I lick into her like a man starved, like this is the only thing that’ll keep me breathing. My tongue drags slow and up her slit before swirling tight around her clit, and she jerks, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.
"Alpha!" Her shriek echoes off the ceiling.
Her fingers fist in my hair, yanking, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. And then perfection. She locks me in, holding my face against her pussy with a grip that rides between pleasure and pain.
I don’t stop.
I suck her clit, flattening my tongue against it on each pull, relentless, rough enough to make her gasp with pleasure. My fingers pump inside her, curling,crooking, finding that sweet spot deep inside her that has her back arching off Ronan’s lap.
Her breath stutters and comes in short, sharp little rasps. Her hips grind down against my mouth, chasing the pleasure with a desperation that kills me. I’m so hard I’m throbbing, my cock straining, my balls drawn up tight. Pre-cum soaks my boxers, my pulse pounding in my shaft. I grind my dick into the couch cushions hard enough to leave a permanent dent.
I don’t give a fuck what damage my dick sustains. Not when I have my Omega shaking on the edge of an orgasm brought about by my fingers and mouth. Her thighs shake around me, her clit swelling under my tongue, her slick dripping down my chin. And when she clenches around my fingers, I look up the length of her body to see her gaze locked on me, eyes flared, mouth open and panting hard.
"Come for me, Sweetheart." I suck harder, fucking her faster.
A broken scream rips from her as her orgasm crashes through her, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, her taste flooding my mouth. I drink her down, greedy, not stopping until her grip in my hair turns from desperation to oversensitivity, her whimpers soft and wrecked.
When I finally pull back, my lips are glistening, my underwear and the couch under my crotch is ruined from the mess I’ve made.
"You’re absolute perfection," I rasp.
Her eyelids flutter as she struggles to stay awake.
"Sleep, Kitten. You’ve done well." Ronan kisses her temple before adjusting her to cradle her head.
Her small hands come up to tighten in his t-shirt as she jams her nose against his neck and breathes in deep. He drapes the towel back over her, shielding her from the cool air, his touch gentle. Tension bleeds from her body as sleep drags her under and I finally relax. I sit back on the couch and try to ignore my aching balls. Adjusting myself, I ignore the cooling wet spot at the front of my clothing.
I run my hands over my face, exhaustion creeping over me before I pin Ronan with gritty eyes. "Gods, did you see what they did to her?"
The towel drapes over her like a shroud, but it can’t hide the truth. I can’t unsee the evidence of her abuse. The thin, raised scars and fresh punctures trailing up the delicate veins of her arms, the skin in the crook of her elbows is puffy, the blue of her veins too pronounced through overuse. The insides of my eyelids are seared with the line of her collarbones and her yellow and purple mottled skin. Rage sours in my gut. I bite down on my tongue, trying to hold back the instinct to tear everything apart.
I look at Ronan, my voice low and tight. "How many times did Hardwick strap her down, do you think? How many times did she scream while they pumped her full of whatever poison came close to hand? Did you hear her? She said she had a heat every month." The words shudder free, suffering riding the edges. "Every fuckingmonth, Ronan." I struggle to swallow the frustration behind my words. I can’t lose it. Not when she’s finally resting.
Ronan lets out a growl that rattles through me, shaking Leah where she’s buried against him. He tightens his arms around her body until he remembers himself and loosens his hold.
Jax groans as he runs his hands over his face. "They burned her out. They just… drained her dry."
My hands curl into fists when they start to shake. "Her whole system’s wrecked. Her instincts, her trust, her body’s rhythm is shattered. There’s no wonder she reacts the way she does. She’s teetering on a sharp edge fueled with anger."
I bet she blames herself. When someone's been hurt like that for years, they start thinking they must have done something to deserve it. Like they're the problem. It gets so deep in their head that you can't just tell them they're wrong. We're gonna have to show her, every single day, that none of this was ever her fault.
Leah shifts in Ronan’s arms and her forehead creases, no doubt her heat making her uncomfortable. Ronan thrums a steady purr, and she calms. My chest is tight, thinking of how long she’s gone without this most basic of comforts.
Ronan’s hand is idly combing through Leah’s hair, his jaw tight. "The law’s going to let Hardwick rot in some cell if they catch her."
Tension knots my hand into a fist. "That’s not justice. Prison will be a fucking vacation compared to what she did." I stare at Leah sleeping, her face pinched. "She’ll get a trial and hire a hot-shot lawyer who will no doubt get her off most charges."
The thought rankles, because it’s true. Hardwick has money and a lot of it. Enough to pay for the best defense. There’s no justice in that.
