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“Come for me right now, Tempest.”
“Come with me,” I gasp, barely getting the words out as he fucks me relentlessly.
“I will. There’s only you and me, and I want to wring every ounce of pleasure from your body before I mark it as mine.”
The level of his possession is my ruination, and I come whimpering his name. On his next thrust, he buries himself deep inside me, holding me to him as he groans into my hair.
For long seconds, we stay like that. Hearts clashing beneath our ribs.
When he finally slides out, I collapse against the island in exhaustion. My eyes close as the sweat on my skin goes cold, and I can smell the copper in the air.
“I need a shower,” I pant.
“No.” His responding growl has me cracking open an eye. Finding him kneeling between my spread thighs, staring hungrily at my aching core, I lean up on my elbows.
“What do you meanno?I need to shower, Grayson. I’m covered in sweat and blood andyourcum.”
His eyes flash to mine. “Exactly. You’re covered inme.”
“I’m too tired to deal with you,” I mutter, collapsing back on the countertop. However, he doesn’t give me a second of peace, and a moment later, I feel his fingers pushing their way inside me.
“What are you doing?” I whine, too sensitive for him to do anything else.
“Making sure I stay inside you.” He massages my inner walls, rubbing his cum into the very lining of my pussy.
“You’re insane,” I grumble, too tired to fully comprehend the extent of his possessiveness.
I leave him to it as exhaustion washes over me, threatening to pull me under. When he’s done, he puts my boxers back on before cleaning the cuts on my chest and torso. When he’s satisfied, he helps me into my t-shirt and hoodie. Then he carries my half-asleep ass into the living room and settles me on the sofa.
On the verge of succumbing to sleep, I’m barely aware of the brush of his fingers as he pushes my hair out of my face and murmurs, “You should have gone to Logan. Now that you’ve given me this, I won’t stop until I have all of you.”
49
RILEY
“What the hell did you do to her?” Logan’s hiss wakes me from the dead of sleep, but I keep my eyes closed as I listen. “She looks like she was mauled by a wild animal.”
Grayson doesn’t verbally respond, but when Logan says, “Don’t look so fucking smug,” I can only imagine his expression.
“You better not have hurt her,” he continues.
“I didn’t do anything she didn’t beg me for,” Grayson drawls.
“Do youwantme to beat the shit out of you?” Logan growls. “I might not be able to do it as thoroughly as Royce. However, I can still beat you fucking senseless.”
“You’re foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog,” Grayson retorts, likely only infuriating Logan more.
I’m about to open my eyes and intervene when Logan hisses so venomously that for a second I question if it’s even him speaking, “Have you forgotten that she was fuckingattackedyesterday?”
“I can assure you, Logan, I won’t forget yesterday for the rest of my fucking life,” Grayson retorts just as viciously, and I have no doubt if my lower half wasn’t spread across his knees he would have Logan in a chokehold. “I was the one that had to seethat shit. That had to bring her back from the fucking brink. I’ll be old and gray with an addled brain just like Gran, and the look in her eyes will still fucking haunt me.”
The agony behind his words makes it difficult to breathe, and unable to listen to another word, I stretch, acting as though I’ve just woken up. My entire body aches in the most delicious of ways as I work the muscles.
“Hey, Shortcake,” Logan says, his tone a direct contrast to the one he just used on Grayson as he crouches by my head, where I’m sprawled out on the couch. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
I miss Grayson’s reaction, but Logan must have seen it as he snaps his head in his direction, pointing a finger at him. “You shut up before I staple your mouth shut.”
