Page 21 of Puck my Prey
A feral plunging noise filled the absence of sound, and Valentine’s cum dripped down my legs.
A fresh wave of humiliation washed over me. Oh, hell. Had I just admitted I was falling for a Chimera? The one I really wasn’t supposed to, after everything, and to his face, with his fluids coating me? This wasnot. Okay.I closed my eyes and willed myself to count to ten. Nope. Not working.
Okay, backwards. Yep, that was….shit. I was so totally, utterly fucked. My eyes heated and tears coated my cheeks. Yay, more fluids.
“Cora.” Warm hands coated my cheeks, thumbs brushing away my tears when I shook my head and refused to look at him, or anything else. “Cora,” he repeated when I didn’t answer him.
Can’t answer him.
Valentine sighed then his mouth was on mine in a slow, deep kiss that left me in no question where I stood with him.
In deeper than before.
I shuddered in his arms, and leaned closer.
“Better. Now go home.” His hands dropped the waist of my ruined dress, squeezing in that same rhythm of his from before. “Go home and run that last part so I can hunt you, butterfly. Leave the door open, and get on the bed, exactly as you are, all freshly fucked and messy. Because tonight I’ll love you until the sun comes up, Cora.”
“Tomorrow you have early practice.” Which I was going to watch with a tired hangover. My promise to myself—if they practiced, I watched. My silent deal with them even if they never agreed to it.
“Tonight is for us. Ours. Do you understand me?” He pressed a kiss to my lips before I could say anything and the only answer I gave was a nod. “Good girl. Now, run home with my cum sliding down my legs and remember every way I just fucked you. How my cock felt inching its way inside your cunt, stretching you out so I’m the only man who’ll ever fit you from now on. Rub those beautiful thighs together for me, Cora. Nice and slick. Tonight I’m going to drench you in my cum.”
I shuddered, nearly orgasming from his filthy words as he held me tight to him, laughing softly. “Don’t leave me alone,” I whispered, hating how desperate I sounded. How needy.
“I won’t, Cora. Not with me. You’ll never be alone.”
I sighed, relaxing into his chest at his promise. His chuckle above me and a little push left me cold as his embrace disappeared left me aching and chilled.
“Run, Cora. Remember what I said.”
I took one glance at those possessive, glittering black eyes and I did exactly what he said.
I ran.
CHAPTER SEVEN
HEATH
Sparkling aquamarine beads scattered across black gravel in Cora’s wake as she stumbled away from me on wobbling legs. Her spiked heels didn’t help but I watched her leave, my hand on my cock as I zipped myself up, already hard again with the sight of her frantically trying to comply with my commands.
Run, Cora.
Run home with my cum sliding down your legs.
Fuck, I wanted to open her door, find her on her bed, shove her dress up and slide my hands up her wet thighs. Spread her open and fuck her gently until she shattered and broke beneath me.
Again and again and fucking again until we were both exhausted and covered in each other’s juices. The filthier the sex, the better, but with her, what I wanted was simple.
I wanted everything.
I wanted to wake up with her in my arms every morning, see her wearing my jersey when I brought her breakfast and coffee.Kiss her in the office in front of everyone, take her home on the back of my bike.
Most of all I wanted to follow her home as she returned, make sure that she got there safely. But first I needed to collect her jacket that we’d left at the bar. After ruining her dress—I’d buy her a dozen new ones if that’s what it took to apologize—I didn’t want to throw away any more of her things carelessly.
Only ruining her clothing by design seemed fair, or consensual.
Heading back into the club left me on edge. Despite being the tallest person in it by far, I couldn’t stop the images that scrolled through my mind from the last time I’d been in the place, back when I’d found Corinne Weathers in the corner of the men’s toilets, sobbing quietly, curled in on herself.
Worst? Three other men walked past her, writing her off as drunk before I stopped and checked if she was okay. One of them was a Chimera. She’d made me promise not to tell who hurt her, fearing the media shitstorm that would follow. I understood, and took that blunt end on her behalf. Hux backed me, and though we refused to talk, I figured Coach got it, too, seeing as he never raked us over the coals for our choices. Sure, he came down hard, but it was par for the course. He could have done or said a whole lot worse, though he never did.
