Page 12 of Ravaged Saints (BloodHawks Duet #1)

Sitting on the bed in my room, I stare at the blank wall, jaw clenched so tight it aches. My cock is throbbing, heavy and fucking miserable.

Playing with Aspen had seemed like a great idea at the time—watching her fall apart, teasing her until she was begging—but now? Now I’m the one suffering; blue balls don't even begin to cover it, and the cold shower did jack shit. Hell, I think it made it worse.

Max and Dante are outside, enjoying the cold night, and Ethan’s stalking the perimeter, hunting down whatever the fuck ate one of our chickens. Not that I give a damn about the chickens, but I want to cock-block him with Bryn.

But none of it matters. None of them matter.

Because she’s in my head.

Aspen.

My blood burns, my chest tightens, and fuck this—I want her. I need her. Not just her body; not just the way she fits in my hands. I need her to look at me the way she did earlier, lips parted, eyes glazed, lost in me. I need her scent, her taste, the way she trembles when she’s at my mercy.

And I need her now.

I get up, unable to wait anymore. I stride to her door and open it without even knocking, and she jumps on the bed, clasping a magazine in her hands.

“Are those the magazines you were talking about?”

I ask, pointing to the stack on the floor.

She nods, her cheeks turning red.

I pick one up. Bondage is written across the cover in bold letters, and I smirk.

“Want to be tied up, pet?”

I ask, my eyes traveling over her body. She’s wearing a baggy shirt and socks, her legs bent under the blanket.

“No. I’m just keeping my mind busy,”

she snaps, glaring at me defiantly.

“Keeping your mind busy with BDSM?”

I chuckle, flipping through the magazine.

“It was either this or the gun books,”

Aspen smirks. “Maybe I should’ve gone with the guns.”

Brat.

“I think you already know enough about guns.”

I stare her down as she softly bites her bottom lip.

I step closer to the bed and pull the blanket down, exposing her legs.

I look up at her, and it hits me—fear. But it’s not just fear; it’s lust, dark, primal, feral, and it’s making my blood run hot.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Aspen?”

I ask, my tone almost gravelly, but there’s a hunger underneath it that I can’t hide. I don’t give a fuck if I sound like an asshole. If she wants it, I’ll fuck her. If not… I’ll walk away.

Her voice is soft, trembling as she whispers, “No.”

Her eyes never leave mine, but her chest rises and falls too fast, breath hitching—betraying her. She’s trying to be defiant, but her body tells me everything.

A slow smile tugs at my lips. She doesn’t realize it yet, but I’ve already won.

I take a step forward. She leans away.

Her instincts are screaming at her to run. To fight. But she doesn’t.

I brace a hand against the doorframe.

“You say no,”

I murmur low. “But you’re breathing like you want me to ruin you.”

She swallows hard but doesn’t answer. That hesitation is all I need.

I push off the doorframe and take a step back, my face unreadable. Then another step. My hand moves to the knob, twisting it just slightly.

Her breath stutters.

I turn my back to her, resigning myself to walking away. I start to pull the door open, letting the cold air rush in.

“Wait.”

It’s barely a whisper, but I hear it and freeze.

A slow, victorious grin spreads across my face, hidden from her view. I school my expression before turning back, tilting my head.

“What was that, pet?”

She bites her lip, like she regrets speaking at all. But it’s too late.

I watch her sitting on the bed, flushed, her neck and chest stained red.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Will you stop if it gets too much? With a safe word?”

Her word sound fragile, but something in her eyes tells me she wants this.

My eyes narrow, studying her face like it’s the only thing I see in this fucked-up moment. My mind’s scrambled, but one thing is clear: I need her.

“That’s how safe words work,”

I say, rasping from the desire that claws at me, but I don’t give a damn about words right now. There’s nothing but need in me, and it’s all focused on her. Her body is a magnet, and I’m the fucking steel.

“Will you be rough?”

Her tone is tentative, and my blood boils.

Fuck. Yes.

“I’m not the gentle type, pet,”

I growl the words, barely able to control the animal in me. “You might want Dante for that.”

It’s not at all what I want, but I force the words out. My body is on fucking fire, my cock throbbing as it presses against my jeans.

She’s not ready for me, or maybe I’m not ready for her— for what she needs.

I turn back to the door again, but before I can reach the handle, I feel her hand on my back. Her arm snakes around me, and she puts her hand on the door handle, keeping me from leaving.

“But I want you, .”

She whispers softly, but it cuts through me like a knife. She presses herself against me, and I freeze.

Fuck.

The feral animal inside me snaps, and I turn around toward her. She’s standing too close, pupils wide, lips parted, and her chest moving with every breath. She’s pleading with me without saying a word, making me almost lose it.

“Don’t you want—”

Her voice weakens, and so does my last fucking straw.

I slam her against the door, my hand covering her delicate neck, holding her in place, caging her with my body.

“Oh, pet,”

I growl dark with a hunger I can barely control. “I want to fuck you so badly that my fucking dick hurts.”

Before she can say another word, I crush my lips to hers, and my tongue shoves past her lips, taking everything. Tasting every inch of her I can reach. I can’t get enough; she is becoming an addiction.

Her arms come around my neck, and I pull her legs up. She wraps them around my waist, her pussy pressing against me, driving me insane. With one hand, I twist the lock on the door and carry her to the bed without breaking the kiss.

I lay her down, towering over her. I want to devour every inch of her skin. “Take off all your fucking clothes,” I growl.

She hesitates, her fingers trembling as they reach for the hem of her shirt, and I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, but that only makes me want her more.

“I can fuck you with your clothes on, pet,”

I rasp, my gaze burning into her. “But I’d rather see every inch of you.”

I sound controlled, but I’m one match away from exploding.

Slowly, she starts to undress, and when she finally pulls her shirt over her head, it reveals her smooth skin, and my eyes are immediately drawn to the goosebumps and that fucking tattoo on her hip.

Her hands reach behind her back, and my jaw clenches, waiting for the moment her bra falls, but when it does, she crosses her arms over her breasts like I haven’t seen them and tasted them before.

“Don’t hide from me, Aspen,”

I growl as I step closer. “Let me fucking see you.”

She lowers her arms, and I can’t hold back the groan that rips from me. My cock twitches in my jeans, but I force myself to keep some control, stepping away from her. I’m not going to rush this; I know I can’t go too hard or too fast on her. I don’t want to break her like that.

I pull my shirt off, and the muscles of my chest tighten as I see her eyes on me. It’s been too long since a woman looked at me like this. It’s been fucking years since I’ve seen hunger like the one in her eyes.

“So many tattoos,”

she whispers, and I chuckle.

I turn, showing her the massive reaper tattoo that covers my back, the one that reminds me of what I’ve been through, and she lets out a soft gasp, making the corners of my lips curl up.

“Is that why they call you Reaper?”

She asks, softly, and she moves closer, crawling on her knees, the smooth curve of her body tempting me, her breasts barely hidden by her dark hair.

“No, pet,”

I groan as I glance back at her, my eyes filled with hunger. “What I did is why they call me Reaper.”

I pause, my eyes roaming over her naked body.

Her fingers trail over the ink on my back, and every brush of her fingertips is like gasoline on fire. I let her take her time, but inside, I’m fucking burning. The ache in my cock is unbearable, and every inch of her touch makes it worse.

I turn to face her, my hands threading through her hair, and she gasps. I pull her head back, leaning in close enough to taste her breath. “You sure about this, Aspen?”

I rasp, low and rough, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes,”

she whispers steady, her eyes never leaving mine. Fuck, I yearn for her.

With a grunt, I pull her head back down to the mattress.

I search around the room, and I see the belt hanging from the armchair. I grab it, holding it up. “Put your hands above your head,” I order.

Her eyes lock onto mine, a hesitation lingering in them.

“Now, Aspen,”

I snarl; the force of the control I’m trying to keep is almost killing me.

She knows better than to test me right now. So, she lifts her arms above her head, and I take the belt, circling it around the headboard and wrapping it tight around her wrists, making sure she can’t remove it. She pulls at it, testing it, and I smile.

Her breath is quickening, fear flashing in her eyes, but there’s something else, a fucking need.

“What’s your safe word, pet?”

I demand, peeling off my boots and my jeans, the air between us thick with heat.

“Cherry,”

she whispers and I nod.

I spread her legs, my hands pressing hard against her soft knees, bruising her skin just enough to leave a mark. My mark on her brings up something feral inside me, and I can’t fight the grin that spreads across my face.

My fingers trail along her thighs, hooking under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. I can see her shiver, her breathing hitching, her chest heaving, but it’s the way she bites her lip that gets me.

She’s so fucking wet, it drives me insane and makes me want to devour her whole. I lock eyes with her and press my thumb against her clit, her eyes roll back, legs shake, and her body is a perfect fucking melody, so responsive to my touch.

Lowering my head, I taste her. My tongue flicks over her, swirling around her clit, and she moans softly. Her head tilts back, and I lose myself in the sweet taste of her—her skin, her warmth, her fucking addictiveness.

Her hips begin to move and her wrists strain against the belt, her body begging for more.

“Ride my face like the fucking slut you are,” I growl.

Her moans become louder, more frantic. Her wetness coats my lips as I slide a finger inside her, and she clenches around it, tight as a vice. “Let’s get this pussy ready for my cock,”

I roar as her walls hold on my finger, pulling me in deeper.

“,”

she moans breathless, and I put in a second finger, thrusting them in and out while my tongue dances on her clit.

I curl my fingers inside her, stretching her as much as I can, and her back arches off the mattress. Her body rolls on the edge of release, but I pull back before she can come.

Kneeling between her legs, I watch as she sinks into the bed with a breathy sigh, and her lips twist into a pout. I can’t help but chuckle.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’m going to make you come but with my cock inside you so I can feel every inch of your orgasm.”

I slide off my boxers, and her eyes widen, a mix of awe and panic appearing across her face.

“Are those—”

She stops, her gaze fixed on me, and I smirk, gripping my cock, giving it a slow pump, savoring the way she watches me with those fucking emerald eyes.

“Piercings?”

I reach for the condom in my pocket, the sensation of her eyes on me making my blood burn. “Yes, they are.”

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she whispers, “So many.”

Her fingers twitch at her sides.

“Jacob’s ladder,”

I say, with a grin as I watch her body tense, that flicker of panic in her eyes.

“That won’t fit!”

She thrashes against the restraints.

I stop, cocking an eyebrow, and lean closer. “Are you using your safe word already?”

I let go of my cock, locking eyes with hers.

Her breath catches, the panic fading, and I see that fire in her eyes. “No!”

she snaps.

“No, what, pet?”

I tease, my thumb drawing slow circles on her trembling thighs.

“I’m not using my safe word,”

she says, sounding upset, and I grin.

Good fucking girl.

I press my thumb on her clit, feeling how wet she is. I position myself at her entrance, and slowly I push the tip of my cock inside her, and she gasps, squeezing her eyes shut. I press a little more, but something seems off.

“Aspen.”

No response. Her body locks up, muscles tight as a vice, her breath going shallow.

Fuck.

I press a hand to her belly, feeling the way she’s gone. Not here with me. Not in this moment.

And I know.

The way she’s frozen, how she won’t open her eyes. It slams into me like a freight train, Ethan’s words ringing in my head. She’s slipping away from me.

Not happening.

I wrap my fingers around her throat, not squeezing, just enough pressure to force her to feel me. To be here. With me.

“Aspen.”

It’s a command, raw and firm, cutting through the fog. My thumb presses just enough to make her breath catch.

Her eyes fly open, glazed but here, and fuck, there are tears brimming in them. My chest tightens, but I don’t let go.

“That’s it, pet.”

The grip stays firm, holding her in place. “Stay with me.”

A single nod. Her gaze locks on mine, searching.

“It’s just us. You and me. No one else.”

The words drop lower, steady, grounding her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She exhales shakily, and when I push deeper, her body reacts—trembling, overwhelmed, but not gone. She’s with me now.

And I’ll make damn sure she stays that way.

“Want me to stop?”

I ask, holding myself at her entrance.

“No, please.”

She whispers and gives me a smile.

I nod and press my cock deeper, I feel her walls stretching to take me, her body trembling with each inch. My piercings brush against her inner walls, and her eyes roll back in response. I grab her hips, holding her steady to keep her in place and to stop myself from slamming into her like a fucking beast.

“,”

her eyes lock with mine, “Are you all in?”

I smile, forcing the words out slowly, “Half in, pet.”

Her eyes widen, and she gasps.

“It won’t fit,”

she snaps, and I can’t help but laugh.

“You can take it. You can take it all.”

I lean into her, brushing my lips over her neck and biting her earlobe. “Just breathe, pet,”

I whisper, pushing another inch inside her, my muscles trembling, trying to keep in control.

“You’re shaking,”

she whispers, and I lift my face to meet hers, her eyes searching mine.

“I’m trying to take it slow with you,”

my voice hoarse, and her head leans into me, her lips brushing mine in a soft kiss.

“Thank you,”

she whispers.

If I ever find the fucker who hurt her, I’ll torture him for days before cutting his balls off and making him eat them.

I start to thrust into her slowly, each movement pushing deeper, and she moans, her body trembling beneath mine.

I kiss her neck, biting down on her shoulder and she gaps. Her pussy drips, and her nipples press into my chest, sending sparks of heat through my body.

Her hips start moving, grinding against me. “That’s it, pet, fuck me.”

She whimpers, her breath coming faster with each motion, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling. “God, ,”

she moans, the sound like a siren, pulling me deeper into the abyss.

I lose control—just for a second, and I thrust the rest of my cock inside her. Her body stills; she holds her breath, and I stop, my eyes locked on hers as they close.

“Aspen,”

I whisper roughly.

Her eyes snap open, a proud smile curling her lips.

“You’re all in,”

she says, and I chuckle, the sound low and dark.

“I am,”

I breathe out and start moving again, feeling how hot and tight she is around me, how fucking wet and perfect she feels.

“Harder,”

she begs, and I stop, eyebrows shooting up. What the actual fuck?

“Aspen, no—”

She interrupts me, with low purr, “Harder, Reaper.”

The sound of my nickname on her lips snaps the last shred of control I had. It’s a trigger, and before I can stop it, I pull back, snapping my hand to her throat, and pressing firmly on the side.

“Remember your fucking safe word, Aspen,” I growl.

With my free hand, I grab her hip and thrust in and out so hard the headboard beats against the wall. Her moans are loud, and the sound of our naked skin slapping echoes in the room.

Gripping her neck, I see her face getting paler, lips turning a slight tone of purple, so I release her for a second. She breathes heavily, and I grip her neck again.

Fucking her hard, my fingers bruising her skin, I tilt my head back, fighting the orgasm building up.

Removing the hand from her hip, I press my thumb on her clit, circling it with pressure to make her back arch.

“, release my arms!”

She begs, cracking as she struggles to breathe under my grip.

“No! You can take it like this.”

I grunt as I feel her pussy becoming hotter, her warm arousal covering my cock, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, and her breathing becoming shallow.

I release her neck and slap her breasts, “Come on, my little slut, come for me.”

She yelps at the sting in her breast, but I don’t stop, my cock punishing her pussy, my hand already on her neck as my finger presses on her clit.

I move my hips so that my piercings rub the right spot inside her pussy, and she screams out, her body convulsing under me.

Her legs try to shut close, her back arching off the mattress, tears falling on her rosy cheeks, and her lips opening to try and bring in more air.

Her pussy is like a fucking straitjacket as she comes, pulsing around my dick so hard it brings me closer to my orgasm.

I let her neck go, and she struggles to breathe.

With both my hands on her hips, I fuck her like a feral beast, I grunt out as an electric pulse comes down my spine straight to my cock, and I spill it all inside the fucking condom, my body trembling.

Leaning into her, I press my elbows on the bed, careful not to crush her beneath my weight.

“Fuck, Aspen,”

I sigh, still trying to catch my breath.

Her teary eyes meet mine, and the guilt stabs through my chest, my heart tightening.

“Are you okay?”

I murmur, softly now, the primal need to control and possess slipping away. I reach for the belt, but the sight of the red marks on her wrists makes me realize I pushed her too far.

She winces as she pulls her arms down, brushing her hands over her face, and panic surges through me, every muscle in my body locking up.

I pull away, removing my cock from her, dread pooling in my chest as I think I hurt her more than I meant to.

My hands tremble as I move to get off the bed, but her arms snap up, and she grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer to her.

“This was amazing,”

she whispers, her lips brushing my skin in a soft kiss. Her words hit me like a rock, and I let out the biggest fucking breath of relief.

“Fuck, Aspen, I thought—”

I trail off. The guilt is still here, but so is the fire.

“It was perfect,”

she murmurs, her voice steady and warm, soothing me. “So perfect, .”

Her hand moves to my hair, her fingers threading through it in a gentle, grounding motion, and I close my eyes.

Relief crashes through me, but there’s still that fire in my chest, that urge to protect and claim. I smile, as I lean down to her, my lips capturing hers in a deep, possessive kiss;

my tongue sweeps against hers, tasting her, pulling her closer, needing to feel her body against me.

“Let’s take care of you now,”

I say, pulling back.

She raises an amused eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint smile. “Oh, this is the aftercare, right?”

There’s a teasing glint in her eyes.

I snort. “Yes, pet, the aftercare.”

Pulling on my boxers, I head for the door. “Stay here.”

In the bathroom, I remove the condom and grab a soft towel, wet it with warm water, and fill her water bottle. Returning to the room, I find her lying on the bed, propped up on one elbow, her gaze fixed between her legs.

Her soft laugh fills the room. “Now what?”

She chuckles as her pussy drips, pooling on her thighs, and the sight stops me in my tracks, my mouth watering at the image of her, of the beautiful mess I’ve made of her. Fuck, I wish I could’ve come inside her without the condom and see her dripping our cum together.

“Open,”

I command, and she obeys, parting her legs. I kneel on the bed, my eyes locked on her, and I see the curiosity in her eyes. I smile and slide my finger inside her, savoring her soft whimper as her head tilts back.

Pulling my finger out, I bring it to my mouth, licking it clean. “I will never get tired of how good you taste,”

I growl, leaning in to kiss her again. She moans into my mouth, her hands wrapping around my neck as she shifts, sitting on my lap, and her thighs press against my hips as she straddles me. I can feel her heat pressing against my cock, and just like that, I’m hard again, blood rushing to my dick just by her touch.

Her eyes lock onto mine, filled with desire. “Again?”

I ask with a chuckle.

Gripping myself, I guide my cock to her entrance. With her release still slick between her thighs, I slide inside her easily, and she cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Feeling her without the condom almost makes me come on the spot—everything in me screaming to lose control and fuck her senseless, but I can’t; not like this. I’m not wearing a condom—fuck. My muscles tremble with restraint, my hands gripping her hips to steady myself, and my body is begging to spill inside her, but I fight it, keeping myself under control even as her pussy grips my cock.

As I thrust into her, I hear the faint creak of floorboards outside the door. Aspen is lost in the moment, her hips riding me, but my gaze flicks to the half-open door. Max and Ryker are there, their eyes wide, locked on Aspen’s body bouncing on my cock.

I grab a fistful of her hair, tugging hard enough to arch her back, and she screams. Her walls tighten around me, squeezing with every frantic thrust as I lean in to sink my teeth into her neck; the taste of her skin, warm with sweat, ignites something feral inside me.

"That's it, pet," I grunt, hunger thick in every word. My free hand grips her hip, anchoring her as I drive harder, and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes in the room.

“Oh God, , I’m going to come,”

she whimpers, trembling, body shaking as she rides me, desperate for release.

I hold her in place, forcing her hips to stay still as I thrust up, meeting her desperate movements. My hand remains tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, and she falls apart in my arms, screaming my name, and her orgasm crashes through her, her pussy clenching around me, pushing me to the edge.

I pull out, pumping twice with rough strokes, my cock throbbing as I come on her stomach and my hand, groaning with satisfaction as waves of pleasure rip through me. Her body collapses against me, completely spent, trembling like a ragdoll in my arms.

I flick my gaze to the door again. Max and Ryker are still there, watching. My lips curl into a smug grin, and I give a subtle nod toward them. They both grin back, the hungry gleam in their eyes telling me they’re more than pleased with the show. With a quiet chuckle, they slip away, leaving the door slightly ajar.

“So, pet,”

I whisper, pulling her head back to look at me. “Are you satisfied now?”

Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a tired but blissful smile. She hums softly, her body limp against mine.

I gently lay her back on the bed, pulling out of her slowly. She winces, and I grab the warm cloth to clean her up. “You’re going to be sore tomorrow,”

I tease, as I softly wipe her thighs and stomach.

“Will you stay with me?”

She asks, her tone quiet, almost fragile.

Her question catches me off guard. Aftercare, I’m used to, but staying the night? That’s not something I’ve ever done.

Missions always pulled me away before I could.

“Of course, pet.”