Page 61 of Sweet Violence
Alright, enough of this. I dumped my backpack on the ground and grabbed X's face, kissing him hard. His lips were still and unresponsive under mine for two seconds, until he gave in with a groan.
Possessive hands clutched me close as he took over the kiss, dominating me hard. X could be the sweetest, most gentle person, but that person wasn't home right now.
I broke away, struggling for breath, when a loud thump sounded behind us. Spotting the source of the thud, I winced at Gunn as the big guard splayed on the ground, his limbs in awkward angles. Unmoving.
I heaved a rough sigh. "And he was just starting to tolerate me."
Joseph's boots crunched over bracken and grass as he stalked over to Gunn, kneeling at his side and touching his throat. "He's alive."
I was weirdly glad. X was not.
He surged forward with a vicious snarl.
"X," I growled, and swore I tasted smoke on my tongue. "Leave him.Honestly. I've got enough trouble with you lot; do you really think I'm gonna be swayed by a grumpy-ass guard?"
"He looked at you. Hespoketo you," he argued.
"Because that's his job? Because he was told to accompany me by Dev? Because it's what Arkan wanted? Trust me, Gunn would rather be anywhere else than babysitting me."
"He gave you his name? The audacity!The nerve!"
"Allllright," I said, grabbing fistfuls of X’s soft lilac hair and using it as leverage to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He hissed in pain when a few strands ripped out, but the craziness in his eyes cleared a little.
"Stop talking like a beleaguered Victorian gentleman. I have absolutely no interest in fucking—or bonding—that giant aubergine emoji.No, you cannot kill him. Dev would be pissed, and you fuckers are making me soft so I'd feel kinda bad about his murder. Pick someone else to kill."
"I'll slaughter every demon in the training hall," X swore gutturally. "I'll make an ocean of guts and blood."
"Good plan." I kissed his cheek. "Now calm the fuck down. There's a lot of shit in this forest to get murdery over, but Gunn isn't one of them. If youreallywant to kill something, take out the fucking mosquitos."
One of them hovered in my periphery, waiting for an opening.
An obscene moan fell from my lips as lust power surged from X, blasting through the forest and making me a drippy mess in his arms. My knees almost gave out, my breaths coming in pants.
"Jesus, X," Joseph growled, husky and deep.
He stomped over to us, every crunch of twigs under his boots making my pussy tighten, my skin tingly and hot for his touch.
"It's done," X rasped, resting his forehead against mine, his blue eyes glassy but not insane.2"They're dead."
Huh? I blinked the sheen from my eyes and realised the mosquito circling us was gone—and so had all the others. The forest was strangely quiet. I liked it.
I let out a long breath, relaxing against X's body—and made a sound of complaint when he set me on my feet. My legs were jellified thanks to the blast of lust, but strong, brown hands slid around me from behind, and I leaned against Joseph with a smile.
"What—" I began when X flicked the button of my leather trousers through the hole, frantically unzipping them and wrenching them over my ass to my ankles.
"Here?" Joseph asked, warmth and a healthy dose of desire in his voice. "Really, X?"
"If I don't get inside her," X replied breathlessly, "I'm going to die."
"Very dramatic," I managed to drawl, but then X was kneeling and unfastening my boots, discarding them thoughtlessly. My leathers followed the same route, and then possessive hands were on my body, lifting me back up until my legs wrapped around his middle. In the same fluid movement, X filled me with his cock and roared when I spasmed around him.
When did he even unfasten his pants?
"Fuck," he groaned, panting against my lips. "You're so wet for me, little morsel. You feel like heaven around my cock."
"Yeah," I agreed. Not sure what I was agreeing with, to be honest. Something. Everything.
X gripped the undersides of my thighs and dropped me until his whole cock filled me in a rush, the deadly curve to his shaft finding my G-spot like a heat-seeking fucking missile. I cried out, digging my fingernails into the back of his neck, but he didn't give me a chance to process the fullness. He lifted me and did it again, and again, and again.
