Page 17 of Ravaged Saints (BloodHawks Duet #1)

Last night, Aspen said things were going too fast; we are all to blame for that. When she started to show that she was into us, we all made our moves. I kissed in front of Ryker to make him want her more, but of course, that shit didn’t work, and he ended up fucking Bryn.

I need to face it—Ryker isn’t comfortable with us. And honestly? I’m tired of being the one chasing after him, demanding his touch, pushing him forward.

Fuck that.

I go for a run to clear my head, but the images of Ryker and Bryn burn in my mind. I don’t even know why it bothers me so much. Maybe because I just wanted it to be us. I didn’t think he’d fuck her without at least telling me, and that just proves it: we aren’t a couple. There’s no “him and me.”

We fuck, and that’s it. I push forward, my muscles tightening, my heart drumming in my ears, the boots crushing the floor like a punishment; the anger serves as fuel.

Arriving back at the gate, I hear Ryker shouting, and I punch in the code as fast as I can and storm inside to see him and Ethan.

“I put them in the basement!”

Ryker yells; the veins on his arms and neck pulse with rage.

“Well, I didn’t touch them!”

Ethan snaps back, stepping closer.

I shake my head. That is not a good idea. I can handle Ryker when he loses it, but Ethan? He’s not walking away if Ryker blows up.

“The fuck you didn’t. I saw you coming out of there after!”

Ryker stands his ground, his body coiled tight, ready to strike.

Aspen steps outside, and she stops to look at them. Her face pales, and she walks around them, her eyes darting between them, hands clenched. I have been noticing she doesn’t deal well with aggressive behavior.

Knox and Dante follow a minute later, but they hang back, watching. I move closer, ready to intervene.

“Are you insinuating something?”

Ethan yells, jabbing a finger into Ryker’s chest, and my gaze flicks to Dante. He knows Ryker’s on the verge of snapping. “You know what? I think this is all about Bryn!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Ryker growls, stepping closer.

“You want her, and I’m in the way because she’d rather have my cock than yours. You’re fucking jealous, Recon.”

Ethan snarls, throwing Ryker’s unit codename like a challenge.

That’s it. Ryker loses it. He lunges, but Aspen, who is the closest one to them, steps between them, pushing Ryker back. He stops the second he feels her against him, but Ethan doesn’t.

He punches forward, hitting Aspen in the ribs, and she lets out a sharp cry, collapsing to the ground. Ryker pulls her away and launches himself at Ethan.

Knox and Dante jump in, dragging them apart.

I run to Aspen’s side and kneel, pulling her shirt up to check for injuries as she gasps for air, clutching her side. Bryn comes running.

“Oh my God!”

She yells, but Aspen sits up straighter, wincing in pain.

“I’m okay,”

she grunts through gritted teeth.

“There were twelve boxes of ammo,”

Ryker roars, still trying to get at Ethan. “Two are missing!”

Knox has his arm locked around Ryker’s neck, pulling him back. Dante’s holding Ethan, who smirks despite the chaos, and I notice he’s not even trying to break free and reach Ryker.

“Bryn!”

Dante calls. “Take him downstairs to cool off.”

She rises, her eyes on Aspen, but she follows the instructions.

Ethan shakes Dante off and grabs Bryn’s hand. “I didn’t do shit! You’ve been on my case since town! Fuck this, Ryker!”

Ryker thrashes in Knox’s grip as Ethan storms inside the base.

“Easy, Recon,”

Knox growls at him.

Dante turns to us. “Are you okay, doll? That was one hell of a punch.”

“I’m fine,”

Aspen whispers, lifting her shirt. A small red bruise is forming on her ribs. Ethan missed most of the blow, but it still left a mark. The fact that fucker didn’t even apologize makes my blood boil.

“I’m fucking calm,”

Ryker snaps. “Let me go, Knox!”

Knox releases him, and Ryker immediately turns to Aspen, worry softening his expression. “Is she okay?”

I nod, but Knox steps in. “What the fuck happened, Ryker?”

“The ammo for one of the handguns is missing,”

Ryker rasps, pacing to calm himself.

“Are you sure you counted it right?”

Dante asks, steadily.

“Yeah!”

Ryker bites out.

“Didn’t you grab more when you went to town?”

Knox kneels beside Aspen, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“You okay, pet?”

he asks gently.

“I’m fine. It just stings a bit.”

She whispers, and Ryker stops pacing; his eyes roam her body, and he reaches out his hand, but she stays still, looking up at his eyes. There is fear in her face, and Ryker’s face turns softer, his eyes worried.

She reaches her hand out, and he pulls her up for a hug. “Never put yourself in the middle of a fight, love,”

he whispers, and she nods into his chest.

“I didn’t want anyone to get hurt.”

She whispers, and Ryker holds her closer, leaning into her, and she almost disappears.

“We’ll find the ammo,”

Knox says. “It’s probably in the underground room.”

“Underground room?”

Aspen asks, lifting her head from Ryker’s chest.

We exchange looks. We never thought of telling the girls about it, but they need to know where the guns are in case they ever need them.

“Come on, I’ll show you,”

I say, taking her hand away from Ryker, his eyes locked on her, and then he looks at me, but I avoid him.

“I’ll talk to Ethan,”

Dante says. He’s the best one for it—calm and collected. Knox would rip his head off.

“I don’t think Ethan would do anything to put us in danger,”

I say more to keep the peace than anything else. The truth is, something has been nagging me about Ethan since we went to town.

“Fuck this,”

Ryker mutters. “You guys deal with it. But when the shit hits the fan, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He storms out of the base, heading for the gate.

“Where the fuck are you going, Recon?”

Knox demands.

“For a walk,”

Ryker spits, disappearing into the trees.

I watch him disappear, and if this was before the Bryn situation, I would go after him, but now? He can deal with his shit.

I turn to Aspen, “Let’s go.”

I walk to the floor door and pull it open after punching in the code.

Aspen’s eyes widen as she gasps, “I never even noticed this door!”

Her surprise makes me chuckle.

“That’s the point, sweetheart.”

I chuckle and hold her hand while we go down the stairs. The space below is dark, almost like a bunker, and this is where we keep the bulk of our guns, ammo, grenades, missiles, and even a couple of bazookas. There’s also the tech and everything we’d need for defense or survival.

The walls and floors are steel, giving the room a cold, sterile feel with shelves lining the space, each one packed with equipment and weapons, everything meticulously organized.

“This is where we keep our stuff, in case of an attack,”

I explain, flipping on a small overhead light. Aspen’s eyes roam the room, taking in every detail, and her lips part slightly in awe.

“If we ever get attacked, you’ll know where to find something to protect yourself.”

She turns to me with a grin. “If anyone makes it past you guys, I’m pretty sure guns won’t be enough to save me.”

I chuckle and feel the heat rising. I fucking love it when she’s a smart ass.

She points toward the table, her eyes narrowing. “Are those missiles?”

“Yeah, they are.”

I pick one up, and her fingers tentatively trail over the surface, her eyes full of curiosity.

“I’ve only ever seen stuff like this in movies,”

she murmurs, leaning closer, but her attention shifts, and she reaches out to pick up a grenade, holding it carefully in her palm.

“Don’t worry; they don’t blow up that easily.”

I laugh, and her eyes widen before she puts them back like they burned her hands.

“This one is deactivated,”

I tell her, handing her one of the smaller missiles. She takes it carefully, holding it with both hands as if it’s still armed. “It’s basically just the casing. Knox was working on it,”

I explain.

Her lips remain slightly parted, her cheeks flushed with color.

“It looks like…”

She giggles, and I laugh.

Such a dirty mind behind those doe eyes.

“Are you upset with Ryker?”

Her question takes me off guard.

I nod, not knowing what to say.

“You should talk to him. He’s suffering.”

She adds with a soft smile.

I’m not only pissed he fucked Bryn without telling me; it’s the nodding he did when she asked if he would do it with her and Ethan. That shit hurts.

Her hand brushes a string of hair from my face, pulling me back.

“Aspen,”

I murmur, and her eyes snap to mine.

“Yes, ?”

She replies softly with a small smile on her lips.

“Can I kiss you?”

I don’t think I’ve ever asked for a kiss in my life. I’ve always just taken what I wanted, but after last night, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t push her and that I’d hold back, but now looking at her standing here in her leggings and oversized shirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, her cheeks rosy, and that spark of wonder in her eyes as she takes all of this in…

I want her.

She nods, and I step closer, towering over her and gently tilting her chin up with my thumb. I press my lips to hers, feeling how soft and warm they are, but then she parts them, and that’s all the invitation I need to deepen the kiss. My arm wraps around her waist, and I pull her against me, feeling the warmth of her skin on me.

Our bodies collide, and when she lets out a soft moan, I swallow it greedily, a low rumble escaping my chest as the need for her burns hotter.

I force myself to break the kiss, and my breath is heavy as I rest my forehead against hers. “I have to stop, sweetheart, or I won’t be able to control myself with you.”

“Who said you needed to control yourself?”

She purrs, her fingers moving slowly over my chest, and I feel the goosebumps appear.

“You’re the one who said to take it slow,”

I remind her, my voice getting low and gravelly with the desire I feel.

Her hands slide down to my belt, and she has a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And we are taking it slow,”

she mocks me.

“Fuck, sweetheart.”

I groan and let her unbuckle my belt.

“Can you teach me?”

She whispers, her tone soft yet steady, and it takes me a second to realize what she’s asking.

“You’ve never sucked a cock, sweetheart?”

I ask, my eyes widening in disbelief, where the hell did this girl come from?

“No,”

she shakes her head, her eyes on mine, pupils dilated.

“How is that even possible?”

We don’t know anything about her past, but now I need to know what I am getting myself into.

She inhales sharply, her hands resting lightly on my abs, her touch igniting a fire under my skin, and my muscles tense beneath her fingers. “I was nineteen when the plague started,”

she begins, tilting her head with a small, almost amused smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Still a virgin.”

Her cheeks flush as the redness creeps up her neck. “After everything, my father found a place with other survivors, and we stayed there for years before he died. My brother died a year later, and I was still a virgin… so the leader took me as his.”

She falters, and her gaze drops to the floor.

“He raped you,”

I grunt, feeling the rage pulling through my veins; my blood is boiling, making me see red. Ethan had told us, but hearing it from her sweet lips…

“Yes,”

she murmurs. “He just… took what he wanted. So that’s all I know, besides what happened with you guys, of course.”

Her lips curve into a small, hesitant smile, and my chest tightens.

I take a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you for telling me, sweetheart.”

My hands feel ice cold, and I rub them on my jeans. I stare at her, not knowing how to continue after her confession. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

“So , what do I do?”

She asks, her eyes darkening with a grin on her lips.

I step back slightly, giving her space to move.

“Are you sure?”

I ask, my eyes locked on hers.

“Yes!”

She says with a smile.

I take a deep breath.

“On your knees, Aspen,”

I say, my tone low and commanding. If she wants this, I’m giving it to her, all of it, anything.

She obeys without hesitation, sinking gracefully to her knees.

“Take off your shirt,”

I order, my gaze never leaving hers. “I want to see your body while you suck my cock.”

Her hands move to the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head without breaking eye contact. The sight of her bare skin makes me curse under my breath.

“Such a good girl,”

I praise, and her cheeks flush deeper, her breathing quickening, and I can’t help the wicked smile tugging at my lips.

“Now,”

I pause, unzipping my pants and freeing myself, my cock hard and ready. Her eyes drop, widening as they land on me, and her lips part in a soft gasp.

“Is that—”

Her voice falters.

“A ampallang piercing? Yeah.”

I smirk, running a hand through her hair. “Didn’t Knox and Dante show you theirs yet?”

She shakes her head. “Knox, yes, but Dante hasn’t,”

her gaze darting back to mine, those wide, innocent eyes nearly undoing me.

“You’re in for a surprise, sweetheart.”

I stroke myself slowly, precum glistening at the tip as I position myself in front of her. “Lick it,”

I command, my dominant side coming up, and I try to control it, but it’s too fucking hard.

Her lips part as she leans forward, her tongue flicking out, and she licks me softly. A shiver shoots up my spine. My eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the sensation.

“Now open wide and just suck like a lollipop,”

I coach her. “And be careful with your teeth, sweetheart.”

I wink at her.

“Okay,”

she whispers gently.

But as she leans in, I stop her. “Give me your hand, Aspen.”

My tone is deep, and her hand moves up, so I wrap her slender fingers around my cock. “As you suck it, move your hand like this.”

I stroke my dick with her hand, my breathing picking up.

She nods and keeps moving her hand, maintaining the rhythm I showed her. Her lips part, and she puts my cock inside her mouth. I let out a groan, and my head snaps back with the sensation of her mouth being so warm, her tongue twirling around the length of my cock.

“Fuck, Aspen, you’re a natural at this.”

She moves her head back and forth, her cheeks tightening as she sucks relentlessly. It takes all of my control not to come right now.

“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart,”

I praise, and her movements falter slightly. She likes being praised; that’s good to know.

“Now, let’s try and take my cock deeper. Breathe through your nose.”

I gently remove myself from her mouth. “Open wide, baby. Tongue out.”

She does as she’s told, and I grab the sides of her head, placing myself on her lips. “Deep breath through your nose.”

As I see her chest rise, I shove my cock in—not hard, but fast—until I feel my crown hit the back of her throat. She gags, tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

She looks up at me, confused, and I smile, my thumb caressing her cheek as I pull back. “Let’s do it again. It’s normal to gag.”

She nods, and I move back inside her soft, pink lips, reaching the back of her throat again. Another gag, but this time I keep it there. “Breathe through your nose, sweetheart.”

She does, and I feel her muscles relax, her throat opening for me. I begin to thrust slowly, keeping her head in place.

“That’s it, sweetheart.”

I continue to fuck her throat, my piercing brushing the back of it, and I grunt in pleasure.

“Do you want to swallow my cum?”

I ask, and she nods, her eyes full of tears, cheeks flushed pink, and sweat drips along her hairline; her chest rises and falls frantically.

I thrust faster, her hand gripping my thighs to steady herself. I feel my balls tighten, an electric current shooting down my spine. The pressure builds, and I still as my cum spurts into her throat. She makes an almost gurgling sound, and I hold her in place.

“Swallow all of it, Aspen,”

I order, pressing her to me, keeping her in place as my cock pulses inside her mouth.

My breathing is erratic as I close my eyes, trying to calm my speeding heart. Blood thrums in my ears, and I’m seeing fucking stars.

I feel her throat work as she swallows. When I look down, her doe eyes are on me. Gently, I remove my cock from her mouth, and a bit of cum follows, and she darts her tongue out to lick it.

Fuck. What a sight. What a mess I’ve made on her beautiful face.

“Was I good?”

she asks, her voice rough from the strain on her throat.

“You were amazing, sweetheart.”

I pull her up to me, kissing her deeply. “Open your lips. Let me taste myself in you,”

I command, and she parts her lips, my tongue devouring her like she’s my last meal.

“Do you trust me?”

I break the kiss, my lips still hovering over hers.

“Yes,”

she answers.

I lean down and pull her leggings with me, removing her panties; I brush my knuckles on her wet cunt, and he moans, legs trembling. “So fucking wet, sweetheart.”

I stand up and pick her to sit on the table, placing myself between her legs, my cock already inside my jeans, but I feel it getting hard again. I look at her beautiful, glistening cunt, and my thumb brushes on her clit. She arches her back, and I see her nipples hard against her bra; her skin is rosy from pleasure, her neck is so slender, so fragile, and her skin is soft, reacting to my every touch. Fuck, she is a goddess.

I push one finger inside her, and she leans into me, “.”

My name on her lips sounds like a song from a siren, made to entrap me.

Opening her legs wider, I smile at her, picking up the missile on the table; it’s small, small enough to fit inside her cunt and not hurt her.

Her brows frown, panic creeping into her eyes. “, what are you doing? I said it looked like one, not that it is one!”

“Shh, sweetheart, trust me.”

My hand parting her folds, I glaze the missile with her arousal, and I can see her eyes darkening with wanting.

“Open for it, sweetheart,”

I command, and she opens her legs wider. I place the smaller part of the missile in her entrance; she moans, and her breathing picks up. I start to press it inside her, “Oh God, !”

She yelps and moves it more inside her, feeling her walls fighting the intrusion, but her moans tell me she is enjoying this.

“You said it looked like a dildo,”

I whisper in her ear, and she gasps.

Thrusting it in and out, her moans become louder, her legs opening more, and she is stretching all around it, “That’s it; you are being such a good girl.”

I grunt, moving it faster, deeper inside her wet cunt, and she whimpers and moans incoherent words.

Her back arching, I reach with my free hand to her slender neck, choking her gently, and her eyes roll back. She begins to move her hips, riding the missile like it’s a cock, and the sight is driving me up the fucking walls.

“Come for me,”

I grunt, moving faster, my hand on her neck gripping tight, and she screams out my name as her body trembles under my grip.

I fuck her harder, making sure the missile slides in and out without hurting her. The missile is one of the smallest ones, smaller than my cock.

She begins to tremble, her head snapping back as I release her neck, gripping her hips to keep her steady. She rides it faster, her lips parting, her body jolting like she’s been shocked, and she convulses, but I keep moving the missile in and out, drawing out her orgasm until her body collapses onto the table. Her mouth hangs open as she gasps for air.

“Good girl,”

I say, removing the missile gently, and she whimpers.

“I can’t believe we did this,”

she pants, and I chuckle.

“Oh, sweetheart, between the four of us, we’ll make all your sexual fantasies come to life if you let us.”

“Four?”

Her eyes stay closed, lips parted, sweat glistening on her beautiful skin, her hair a mess, and I notice the red marks around her neck from my grip.

“Yes, four. If Ethan ever touches you, I’ll cut his hands off,”

I say, my tone turning dark.

She smirks, her eyes still shut, and I pull her up to me.

Her legs tremble around me, and I know it—she’s going to be my damnation.