Page 56 of Riot Reunion
Thisis home.
Elodie almost looks sad as she spins around, pirouetting a full three-sixty, taking everything in. “It’s a shame we can’t move this place, brick by brick, to Harvard. I miss it.”
We are simpatico, Elodie and I. It’s as if we share one mind, as well as one heart and one soul. At any given moment, I can guarantee what this beautiful raven-haired girl is thinking. We’re so in alignment that we’ve started predicting each other’s thoughts. We could conduct a full conversation and come to an agreement without even uttering a word.
Placing my hand in the small of her back, I pluck at the material of her filmy silk shirt, lifting it at the back so that I can press my palm against her warm skin. “I’m gonna make you some food later,” I tell her.
“Later? What’s wrong with now? I’m starving.”
Burying my face into the crook of her neck, I graze my teeth over her skin, sinking them into her flesh a little. “I’m starving, too. Andmyhunger can’t wait.”
Can she feel the press of my hard cock against her ass? Hell yes, she can. There’s something about this place. It does something to me. Havingherhere does something to me. I can’t keep my hands off of Elodie, period, but inside the walls of this house, my need for her is amplified a thousand-fold. She half-laugh-half-hisses as I trail the tip of my nose up the column of her neck, breathing softly into her ear. “You’re still wearing that razorblade,” I growl into her skin.
“I am,” she replies a little breathlessly. “I’m just being practical. What if you need it to urgently cut me out of my clothes?”
“Up those stairs right fucking now,” I command. “I want you naked and on your knees in the next two minutes or you’re gonna be in more trouble than you can comprehend.”
She obeys.
I suck on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as Elodie drops her bag to the floor, along with her jacket and her phone, and starts to climb the stairs. “Good girl,” I growl after her. My dark queen responds so well to praise. My dick aches painfully in my jeans at the mere thought of how her body will react soon, when I have her spread wide open for me on my king-sized bed, pussy exposed, and I have my tongue on her clit.
She will be a fucking work of art.
“Faster, Elodie Stillwater,”I rumble.
She knows better than to look back at me. “And what about you?”
“I’m giving you a head start. Five more seconds and I’m coming for you.”
“Shit.”
“One.”
She climbs the stairs faster.
“Two.”
“Wren—”
“Three.Run.”
She breaks into a full sprint as she hits the second-floor landing. Smart girl.
“Four.”
“WREN!” she squeals, hurtling around the walkway, racing for the second flight of stairs.
“Five!” I launch myself up the stairs, taking them three at a time. I was blessed with long legs for a reason; I intend on using that boon to my advantage. Elodie arrives at my bedroom on the third floor before me, but only just. She screams, laughing, as she rips the door open, hoping to slam it behind her and lock me out, but I’m too quick. I wedge my boot between the door and the jamb, blocking it open. Elodie yelps, dashing across my bedroom as fast as she can. She jumps onto the bed, grabbing one of the pillows, pulling it over her face, like the damn thing will offer her any protection from me.
“Silly, silly girl,” I whisper. “Don’t you know how hard it makes my cock when you run? I’m a hunter, Little E. It’s in my nature to chase.”
“Oh my god. Please!” Elodie’s gasped words are muffled beneath the pillow. I climb up onto the bed after her, prowling toward her. When she’s close enough, I grab her by the ankles and jerk her to me, pulling her roughly so that her legs are either side of me. In one fast, aggressive move, I tear the pillow out of her hands and hurl it across the room. Elodie’s eyes flare with what looks like nervous anticipation as she looks up at me.
“Pleasewhat?” I crawl further up her body, closing my hands around her wrists, pinning her arms to the mattress above her head. “What are you begging me for? Do you even fucking know?”
Her lips, so lickable, fuckable, suckable, part wide, just asking to be bitten. She tries to say something but can’t seem to scrounge up the words.
“Your body’s aching. You’reburning. You want release, and I’m the only one who can give it to you,” I tell her.
