Page 167 of Starborn Husbands
Done making my hand tattoo—it’s gonna be the first of many—I remove my palm from his neck, keeping a little warmth in the fingers that I shove inside of him. He hangs onto my neck for dear life, while my fingers drill him and my other palm shows his cock no mercy.
“I’m … I’m … fucking hell, Atlanta.” His teeth sink into my neck, muffling a moan so Godsdamn erotic that I’m gonna come from that alone if he keeps it up. Cum flows over my hand in gentle spurts that don’t match the intensity of his fucking incisors, mauling the sensitive flesh over my collarbone. The clash of sensations quickens my heart.
Sweet, sweet, barbarous Gem.
He steals the cum from my hand and rubs it over my bare torso, smoothing it into my cheek.
“I want you to fucking smell like me, Atlanta.”
“Always, baby.”
“How’s it look?”
I study the print. It’s angry red, but that’ll fade. The skin’s puffy, a lot like that time Gem decided to use a human curling iron just to see what all the fuss was about, and ended up burning a welt into his forehead. It’s a little worse, though. A little bit of searing and more defined. I can make out every one of my fingers.
Myfingers. They look like my fingers, and he looks like mine.
“Perfect.”
I kiss it, and he winces, but then breathes into the pain. “We’ll put aloe on it so that it’ll heal nicely on its own. You might have to do it a few more times to make it stay.”
“Fucking, pain whore,” I tease. I love how much brutality turns him on.
He smiles. “Your pain whore. Now, c’mon. My turn to worship your cock before I leave.”
It’s my turn to wince with pain, but this pain comes from my heart. I don’t want him to leave.
“No. No more leaving me. We’re leaving. Let’s get a ship and go.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. We’re taking my brother, too. His bickering husbands can join us once they get their shit together.”
Gem laughs. “Does that mean you’re going to accept Merrick?”
I’m still not in love with the idea, but the angel’s proving useful, and he seems to be turning over a new leaf. “Tolerate,” I decide out loud, proud of my word choice. “I’ll tolerate him for now.”
* * *
Snap!
Snap, snap, crack!
Whatever’s outside, it’s not moving like an animal. It also fucking sucks at being quiet.
Gem’s snoozing lightly on my chest. After choking on my cock like he wanted, until the tears were dripping off his perfect chin, I kissed him everywhere and then smeared my star seeds all over him. It wasn’t enough to mark him. I’d already decided he wasn’t going back, so I sunk my teeth into his skin, claiming him with bite marks. Then I combed my fingers through his hair, knowing it’d make him drift off.
Mission accomplished. But now I’ve got to wake him, and whatever’s out there’s gonna pay for disrupting his slumber. It’s likely just my obnoxious brother and his even more obnoxious men, but my gut’s sounding alarm bells. I don’t like it.
“Gem,” I whisper. “Wake up. I need you to get dressed.”
“Huh? Mhm-hmm. Yes, Sir.”
He’s a beautiful mess, and I don’t even get to enjoy it. I add that to the list of things the nuisance outside will pay for. We dress ourselves at the speed of light, but we left our jackets downstairs. My boots are up here—I usually keep those by the bed—but fuck, where are Gem’s? If he left them downstairs …
Thank fuck I’m too paranoid to leave my sweetheart far from me. I grab my rifle. We can get Gem new boots, but there’s only one special rifle in my life.
Creeping to the window, I peer out the curtain. “Shit. Fuck.”
