Page 129 of Revenge Saints
Her chest rises fast. Her nipples tight and hard, begging for attention. I want to suck them so much it pains me.
“Yes. I’m sure,” she breathes.
“Good girl.” I slide my hand onto her hip. Her body leans into mine like she can’t help it. Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting.
I glance at the others.
Knox’s grin is slow and dark, like a wolf finally getting fed. I grin back, and he steps forward. The floor creaks under his boots, loud in the silence. His presence crashes into the room like a threat.
He stops just in front of her, but he doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t speak.
Aspen opens her eyes, and fuck, the way she looks up at him? Like she’d let him tear her apart and still thank him.
Her hands lift. She grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, exposing muscle, scars, ink. She tosses it aside.
Knox’s muscles tense, that sharp, wolfish edge slicing into the air around us.
Her fingers trail down his torso to his belt; Knox catches them, stopping her cold.
“Not yet, pet.” He leans in, brushing his lips along the curve of her neck. “Do you remember your safe word?”
She’s gasping now. Her chest rises like she’s drowning in the heat of us. “Cherry,” she whispers.
Knox looks over his shoulder. Ryker and Dante nod without hesitation. He looks at me last.
I smirk. Game on.
He kisses her neck, slow and possessive, and just as her hands lift to touch him again, I catch them, wrapping mine around hers and pulling them back, pinning them between us.
She arches instantly, breasts pushed forward, back bowing.
“Max,” She wavers.
Knox’s hand covers her mouth before she can say another word.
“If we’re doing this, we’re in control.”
Her eyes fly wide. Her body shifts just enough to test us. Shoulders tightening, trying to break free.
I grip her wrists tighter, breath hot against her ear.
“I love when you fight us, pet,” Knox groans. His mouth finds her collarbone, and he bites. Not soft. Not playful. A claiming.
She winces beneath his hand, and her body shudders between us.
Then he pulls his hand away.
“If you cover my mouth,” she snaps, “how the hell am I supposed to use my safe word?”
I chuckle against her temple, proud of her fire even now. “Tap one of us with any part of your body, and we’ll uncover your mouth.”
Knox straightens, towering over her.
“Do you want to use it now, Aspen?”
She stares him down, chest heaving. Her lips part just slightly, eyes narrowing. She lowers her head slowly, then looks up through her lashes like a fucking menace.
“Hell. No.” She has a devil’s grin.
