Page 60 of Riot Reunion
I can’t. I can’t fucking think straight.
In an urgent, impatient maneuver, I grab Elodie by the hips and thrust the head of my dick inside her. The need to drive myself into her all the way to the root of my shaft is almost undeniable. Somehow, I manage to stop myself, though. “I’m gonna fill you full of my come. And once I’m done, I’m gonna fuck it so deep inside you. Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
The second the word leaves her lips, I roll my hips forward, burying myself inside her. Elodie moans—a sound of deep satisfaction combined with a fevered need for more—and I relinquish control. I fuck her. I fuck her so hard, she screams, and pants, and whimpers until she’s hoarse.
With every stroke, a storm builds in my chest. The kind of storm that destroys buildingsand wipes cities clean off of maps. “Fuck! Wren! Fuck, I’m going to come. Please! I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I—I—”
I won’t stop her this time. I feel her tighten around me, and Ineedher to rise with me. To peak. To fall over the edge of madness with me. Nothing matters more in this instant. My cock hardens to unbearable degrees, a rod of steel as I plunge it inside of her and withdraw it just as quickly. A burning heat prickles low in the pit of my belly. It climbs, searing my insides, building, building, building. My balls are heavy, tightening, drawing up close to my body. And then…and then…and…then…
I roar as I come. A wave of pleasure so violent that it overrides my senses. I can’t fucking see straight. My mouth is tingling, my ears are ringing…
“Holy fuck! WREN!”
Just when I think the feeling can’t intensify any further, Elodie’s orgasm rips through her—she tightens around me like a fucking vice—and a high-pitched ringing floods my head. I sag forward, my chest flush with Elodie’s back. I hold myself up for a second, but then my arms and legs give out at the same time, a body-wide weakness tugging me down, and we both collapse sideways.
“Shit,” Elodie gaps. “Shit. Oh my god, I—I’m still coming.”
I can feel it—small little pulses massaging my cock as she shivers and shakes in my arms. It takes a full minute for her climax to ebb.
Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have this moment last forever. Elodie, slick with sweat, curled up against me, our hearts both racing, the world soft and fucking perfect, everything muted and out of focus, endorphins still singing through our veins. I—
“Knock knock.”
“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!” I react on instinct. Elodie yelps as I launch myself across her, grabbing the end of the duvet and yanking it over us. A heartbeat later, we’re both covered, and I’m sitting bolt upright, glowering into the face of someone I had no intention of seeing for a very long time.
Long black hair.
Leather pants.
A black strappy top.
Ridiculously high heels.
Lips the color of blood.
Eyes the color of polished jade.
“I am going to fuckingkillyou, Mercy Anna Beth Jacobi.”
20
PAX
Lights blazeout into the darkness, making shadowed, long-legged ghouls out of the Sitka Spruce and Pine trees that crowd in hungrily around Riot House. A car sits in the driveway—one I don’t recognize. Some kind of boring soccer mom hybrid monstrosity. It definitely isn’t Wren’s, which means we have a stranger in our midst. Whoever was stupid enough to break into Riot House didnotbring an appropriate getaway vehicle.
Beside me, Chase fidgets nervously in the passenger seat, eyes wide as she takes in the scene before us. “You’re sure it isn’t just Wren and Elodie?”
“They said they’d be having dinner in town tonight.”
“Then do you think we should call the cops?”
“Hell no. I’m gonna take great pleasure in dealing with this myself.”
“Pax! Don’t do anything stupi—”
I slam the car door, rushing up the path and then the steps that lead up to the front door, adrenalin surging through my system, every part of me ready for violence. I check the door; it isn’t locked.
