Page 50 of Sweet Violence
The tiger of X’s bond brushed against my soul to calm me.
"It was a long time ago; it's fine," X murmured.
Not long enough for him to have gotten over feeling he was wrong, unwanted, and twisted up inside.
I kept my plans to murder his family secret. Or maybe I wouldn'tfullymurder them—X seemed to dislike that idea, after all—but I'd pay them a visit and make them regret leaving him to die on a fucking doorstep. He'd been akid, practically the same age I was when Dad stole me from the funfair. That made me even angrier, but I shoved the emotion down and grasped the raw feeling from earlier, catching X’s lips in another kiss.
He groaned, ducking down to catch the backs of my thighs and lift me up against him. My legs went automatically around his waist, and I didn't break the kiss for even a second as he walked me backwards. He laid me on a mat I hadn't noticed in the corner, covering me with his heated body.
My temperature soared, but the frantic need I usually felt took a backseat to a slow, sensuous desire.
"I've been thinking about this since the moment I met you," X breathed against my lips, sliding my jacket off my shoulders and grasping the hem of my vest, finding bare skin beneath.
"X, the first time we met, I stabbed you in the stomach."
He sighed, his eyes taking on a dreamy, faraway look. "I'm still wearing your claiming mark. See?"
He lifted up a bit, pulling his shirt up to show me the scar, bisecting a snake inked on his stomach.
I laughed, strangely charmed by the fact he saw a stab wound as a claiming mark. I'd been trying to kill him, not bond him, but X wore it with pride.
"I won't let it heal," he told me reverently, lifting my shirt too and laying a kiss against my stomach where I now wore my own scar. This one, however, made X snarl deep in his throat. But the kisses he laid along its gutting path were gentle, the opposite to his feral snarl. "I'll wear this mark until I die."
"Don't talk about dying; it makes me murdery."
X flashed me a soft smile, lifting my shirt and laying kisses higher. "I like it when you're murdery though, Av."
And I liked it when he called me Av, but I was too self-conscious to tell him that. Instead, I ran my fingers through his soft lilac hair, heat spreading from every place he kissed. It took me a moment to realise he was following the dual path of my tattoos and scars, leaving no one unloved.
I groaned, all tension fleeing my body when his lips travelled up my throat, lingering on the places that made me flash hot and tingly. With eager hands, I reached for his sweatpants, pushing the fabric down until I could grasp the steely velvet hardness beneath.
A breath rushed out of X, sending a shiver down my body, and he moaned as he laid more insistent kisses up my throat before claiming my mouth.
I stroked him slowly, gently until X's fingers wandered under the tight leather of my trousers after defeating the button and zip. My hand tightened automatically when his fingers glided through my wetness, finding my aching clit.
"I want our first time to last forever," X breathed against my mouth, every word brushing his lips over mine in tantalising feather-light kisses. "But I need you so bad, little morsel. Your lust is going to undo me."
"Can you feel it?" I asked in the same whisper-soft tone, stroking his cock. "How badly I want you?"
"I cantasteit," he groaned. "And when I do this—" He rolled the soft pad of his finger over my clit. "Fuck, it tastes so good. Like honey and spice and the sweetest nectar."
He made a soft, throaty sound and kissed me like he'd die without my taste on his tongue. "No one has ever tasted so good to me before." He met my stare and gazed deep, looking right into my soul. "There's been no one like you, Av, not ever. And now I never want to taste anyone else's desire."
His devotion and obsession made the warmth in my chest flare. It felt a lot like praise, and made me completely weak. When a finger glided through my pussy and inside me, his thumb sweeping adoration over my clit, I moaned against his mouth, gliding my fingertips over the tip of his cock.
"Av," he hissed, dragging his finger out of me and grabbing my wrist to still my movements. He brought my hand up to his mouth and brushed a gentle kiss over my palm. "I need you now."
I nodded fast, eyelids heavy as X shoved his pants off and slid leather down my legs. Something flashed in his dark blue eyes as he ran the backs of his fingers over my lace underwear, unidentifiable until he breathed, "Who are you wearing these for, little morsel?"
"Uh. Myself? Whichever of you fuckers undressed me first?" I smirked. "I like pretty things, X."
"That explains why you like me," he joked, and slid up my body for another deep, sensual kiss. "You're wearing them for us? Only for us?"
"Only for you," I agreed. I had enough troublemakers; I didn't need to collect any others. I maxed out my sausage allowance, and I was good with it exactly as it was.
The bond between us surged with heat, a possessive fire that reflected in X's gleaming eyes. "You're ours," he breathed. "All ours."
I'd have argued against that butone, I was still pretty murderous at the way he'd been treated which seemed to legitimise the claiming, andtwo, X nudged my legs apart and rolled his hips into mine, filling me with a slow, glorious thrust.
