Page 84 of Wicked Dove
My legs are already spread wide, my vampire nestled between my thighs, and when he aims the tip of his cock at my entrance, I arch my back, eagerly angling my pussy toward him.
He fills me in one swift move, stretching me farther than the toy could, and I cry out into the dark sky, the moon illuminating him as he fills me, all while still wearing his helmet. Even without the ability to see his face, I can picture his expression. The tightness to his jaw, the pinch at the corner of his eyes.
Fuck.
There’s no moment to get comfortable, we’re already past that as he fucks me like he means it. His hands are like vices at my waist, promising a dusting of bruises in the morning as he slams into me again and again and again.
It’s everything.
I wrap my legs around his middle, desperate for everything he has to offer as his grunts and groans fill my ears. The shudder of another impending orgasm flickers through my muscles, but there’s no moment to anticipate the climb before it shatters over me, crashing into me repeatedly as I cry out with pleasure.
My ecstasy ups his pace, the urgency real as he snarls.
“Say it. Say my fucking name,” he snarls, his words desperately pleading in my helmet, and I groan, his name a prayer and a whisper of gratitude all at once.
“Kael.”
He slams into me one last time, claiming his release too as I hang on for dear life, completely aware that the men of Institute Thirteen have succeeded in destroying me.
I’m never going to come back from this, and I don’t think I want to.
TWENTY-SEVEN
ELODIE
Asnore rumbles from my chest, waking me, and I quickly realize it’s me. The sun peeks through the curtains, dusting over the room in a pretty glow that I don’t have the energy to absorb right now. Instead, I bury my head in my pillow, hitching my covers higher to darken my surroundings, but I already know my hopes of falling back asleep are gone.
If I woke myself up snoring, then I definitely slept hard. It takes a moment for me to consider how or why before I’m flooded with the memories of last night. My muscles ache in the best possible way as I clench my thighs together, and I dust my hands over my waist, mentally visualizing the marks I know are there.
Last night was insane. Hot, but definitely insane.
I don’t know what it is about the three guys across the hall, but hell, they’re feeding a side of me I never knew existed. Maybe it’s because I never had the space to explore and find out, or maybe I’m just turning more psychotic with every day I spend here. I rode on a motorcycle in a way I never thought possible before Kael fucked me into the abandoned lawn in front of Institute Nine. Spent, neither of us took our helmets off as we straightened ourselves out and climbed back on his motorcycle,except this time, he removed the toy, securing it in the case attached to the back.
He didn’t head straight back to Thirteen; instead, he did a final drive around The Vale, only this time my legs were down, my arms were wrapped around his middle, and I leaned into him with every turn. We didn’t speak. Not a single word. Not even when we made it back to Thirteen. He rolled to a stop in front of the building and I hopped off as gracefully as I could. We stared at each other for a fleeting moment, visors still down, before I stepped back and he disappeared.
Ocean was passed out when I got back, and I slipped under my sheets and did the same.
Nuzzling deeper into my pillow, I sigh with contentment, but as I lift my hands to tuck them under my cheek, I feel a slight resistance on top of the covers. My eyebrows gather in confusion as I attempt to pry my eyes open. It takes me a few moments to wade through the blurriness as I untuck my hand, and when I can finally focus my gaze, I freeze.
There’s a piece of paper and a rectangular white box perched beside me. Nerves rattle through my limbs as I gulp, running my hand over the paper before I build the courage to unfold it. Scratchy handwriting awaits inside, my name scrawled across the top. I run my tongue over my bottom lip as I nervously read each word slowly.
Elodie,
Being gracious in defeat comes with some perks.
Frowning,I run my thumb across the dried ink, confused, but there’s no name signing it off. Refolding it, I turn my attention to the box, and my eyes widen in surprise.
It’s a cell phone.
What the hell?
I bolt upright, adjusting my pillow behind me so I can lean back against the headboard, tentatively reaching for the box to rest it in my lap. Peeling the seal, I open the box to reveal a brand new cell phone inside. My fingers tremble as I take it out, the color on the back the same shade of my purple hair, and I gape in disbelief.
I don’t understand. Last night, I lost. I shake my head. If I were back home and I lost at a game of pool, Walker would never have let me live it down, but here, I somehow end up with my prize anyway.
The reminder of my best friend claws at my gut, but it doesn’t ache as much as it did even just yesterday. I’m either becoming immune to my pain or worse… enjoying the distractions here.
Shaking my head, I look for the on button, holding my breath as the screen comes to life.
