Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“She was sixteen,” he says, and it just gets worse and worse.
“Oh, my God. My God.” It’s all I can seem to say. My throat is too tight for more. He should cry, shouldn’t he? I’m crying and I didn’t know Zoë. He should cry.
“It’s why I killed the bastard,” he says, eyes finally focusing on me.
“It’s why I want to kill mine,” I say, the words coming before I can stop them.
Zeke’s eyes zero in on me, narrowing. His forehead furrows.
“My sister. My father raped my sister. I saw the blood on her thighs. On his. She must have fought him, and he hurt her so badly, tried to drown her. If I’d gotten there just a little sooner—”
My voice breaks. Zeke pulls me into himself, and I bury my face in his chest and let the tears come. I’ve never cried over this. Never cried for all we lost. I never had time to. I needed to get us away. To keep us safe. And now, it’s all coming in a flood of tears.
Zeke holds me tight, and only when the tears finally stop and I’m too exhausted to even keep my eyes open does he speak.
“He will never hurt you or Wren again. He will never come near you. I swear it, Blue. I swear it on my life.”
12
EZEKIEL
What if will kill you. She should try to remember that herself.
We sleep, Blue drifting off before I’ve even said what I said, exhausted. I hold her close, so close, and I close my eyes and breathe her in. I meant what I said. She should walk away. Hell, she should run. I can’t give her what she wants. But I’m not sure I can let her go either.
When I wake, it’s to the feather light touch of fingers on my back.
It’s morning. Sunlight streams in through the windows. I remain as still as I can, her touch sending shudders through me as she traces the lines of my tattoo, the intertwining bodies of the beasts.
“Twin dragons,” she says quietly. “I saw it on Isabelle too. And your brother, I think he has something similar. I’ve seen the ink peeking out from beneath his sleeves.” I roll onto my other side to look at her. She smiles. “Did I wake you?”
I kiss her mouth. She kisses me back.
She traces the tails circling my arms. “What does it mean?”
“The emblem of the St. James house. Draca St. James created it. They represent power, kinship. Chaos and wickedness. Mostly the last two, I’d say, given our family history.” I smile and she does too.
“I think they’re sexy.” She slides her hand down my front, under the covers and I let out a low groan when she wraps it around my cock.
“Do you?” I ask, letting her touch me. I can feel her inexperience in the way she moves. I climb on top of her, set my elbows on either side of her face and kiss her deeply before drawing back. “Tighten your grip. Like that, good.”
She swallows as I cover her hand with mine and show her how. Our eyes are locked, and I lean closer to kiss her again before nudging her knees apart with my own, taking both of her wrists over her head and sliding into her.
“You feel so fucking good, Blue. Like you were made just for me.”
I fuck her slow and deep and listen to her quiet moans, pulling out to turn her over onto her stomach. I set her hands on the rungs of the headboard. She looks back at me as I push the covers off and kneel between her legs, hauling her hips up and splaying her open so I can see all of her.
“You’re fucking beautiful. I will never get enough of you.” I bend my head, lick her pussy, her ass, before laying myself over her, sliding into her again. I close my hands over her wrists. “I like knowing my come is inside you,” I tell her, shifting one hand down to draw her cheek out, to fuck her deeper, before sliding that hand around to play with her clit.
“I’m going to come.”
I grin. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my dick.” Like the good girl she is, she does, and it takes all I have to hold on as her pussy throbs around my cock. Only when she’s gone limp beneath me to do I pull out and roll her onto her back once more. I kneel between her legs and grip my cock which is wet with her and thrust into my hand. “I’m going to paint you in my come,” I tell her, and she bites her lip, lifting herself up on her elbows greedy to watch me jerk myself off.
“I’ve never seen anything like this,” she says and looks up at me with those big, beautiful eyes. She slides one hand between her legs, pulling her knees up so I can watch her masturbate too and fuck, it’s so fucking hot. I grip the headboard and lean over her as my orgasm takes me, my dick throbbing in my hand as Blue watches, mouth agape and I come on her stomach, her chest, her breasts. I paint her, just as I said I would and when I’m nearly empty, I dip my cock against her lips and she opens her mouth to swallow the last of it, licking me clean as I empty down her throat.