Page 96 of Pretty Broken Wings

Her lips are at my neck, her hot breath brushing along my skin before she latches onto me. She sucks gently at first, and I feel her soft tongue against my skin, and it sends shivers racing down my neck. Her fingers are still on my jawline, holding me down, keeping me laid out so she can mark me.

I’m so hard I feel my dick pulsing against my pants.

Then, Raven sucks harder, and there’s a bite of pain that shocks me and makes my head spin. I suck in a breath and hold it, trying to keep the moan back.

Then, Raven releases me with a pop.

Immediately, I want her back. I want her lips all over me. I want her to mark me as hers all over my fucking body.

“Did you make it dark enough?” I ask, feeling her fingers on my chin as I talk. She jerks her hand back.

“It’s pretty fucking red.”

I bite back the groan that wants to come out. Partially ‘cause I wanted her to say no and do it again, and partially because it’s hot as hell that she marked me, and I’m a chump for thinking so.

I hear Raven back away.

I sit up and grab a pillow to cover my dick.

Raven disappears into the bathroom, and it gives me time to settle my hard-on. I settle it by telling myself that this isn't real. It isn’t real, and if I make it real, I’m just going to repeat history. That sobers me a bit.

When Raven comes back out, she’s back to her brisk self.

“Anti-Axel is a stupid name.”

It takes me a second, then I raise an eyebrow. “Do you have a better one?”

“How about Garret Crusher? Ball Busters? Team Fuck All Men?”

I put a hand to my chest like I’m insulted.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Raven says, but there’s no bite to her tone.

I laugh softly, and I swear she turns to look at me. My face flushes. I shouldn’t have laughed. God, I’m a sucker for fucking punishment. It’s just… easy around her, and I need to fucking stop that.

“Gage?”

“Yeah?” I pretend I didn’t catch on to the tension in her tone again. Both of us are awkward again.

“It’s Celeste.”

“Huh?”

“My name. It’s Celeste. My middle name is Raven.” Her voice is soft, and for a second, I feel like I’m talking to the real Raven. OrCeleste, I guess.

Fuck, I like that name.

Then, her tone changes. “Axel knows, so I figured you should, too.”

Then, she’s gone, stalking out of my room.

CHAPTER FIFTY

The music pounds against my chest, and the lights flash. I lean into the sticky bar at Trick or Treat, staring blankly at my empty drink.

I was fine until I saw the hickey on Gage’s neck.

The bartender pours me another shot, and I take it before it stops moving across the counter.