Page 24 of Ravaged Saints (BloodHawks Duet #1)

Waking up next to Ryker after all these years feels fucking unreal. His body is warm against mine, his breathing steady, and his presence grounding. We have fucked several times, but sleeping until morning? Never.

I know I still have to give him time and space, but this? This is a fucking step forward. I look at him; his face relaxed, his dark lashes move slightly as he breathes, his arm tucked under the pillow and his back on full display. Damn, he is gorgeous.

I sit up. He stirs but keeps sleeping, so I slip out of bed, throwing on my boxers before heading to the showers.

The door is closed. and only one person in the base ever does that.

“Aspen?”

I call out, and she peeks from behind the shower wall, water dripping down her bare shoulders.

“Morning.”

Her smile is wide, radiant, and too damn happy for this early.

I narrow my eyes. “Morning…?”

I hesitate, debating whether to strip in front of her. She’s seen me naked before. Hell, she’s had my cock in her mouth.

Shit.

My dick twitches at the memory, and I force the thought of that day away, deciding to keep my boxers on for now.

“You seem happy,”

I say, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“I am!”

she calls back, under the water’s steady stream.

“And why is that?”

She peeks out again, this time with a devilish smirk. “You and Ryker.”

She winks before disappearing.

My brows lift. “How did you—?”

“I heard it!”

she yells over the water, and I bite my lip.

Fuck. Were we that loud?

My room isn’t near Aspen’s, but then I remember, Ryker’s is, fuck me…

I shake my head with a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

She peeks out again, eyes glinting with mischief. “Sorry for what?”

She chuckles, and for a split second, her gaze flickers down my body before she disappears again.

I’m still grinning when Ryker walks in, hair all messy and his voice rough from sleep. “Hey.”

He leans and kisses me on the forehead, something he has never done, and a shiver runs down my spine.

Aspen drags out a playful “Heyyy,”

and I swear Ryker makes the same face I did moments ago.

“She heard us,” I murmur.

Ryker mouths an “oh.”

Then, the bastard smirks. “Did you enjoy it?”

Aspen hums, and Ryker’s pupils dilate. We share a look, and no words are needed.

In sync, we strip off our clothes and step into the showers.

Aspen has her back to us, water streaming down her body, long dark hair clinging to her damp skin and the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips. Fuck, I want to grab her, bend her over, and mark her in ways no one else has.

Ryker moves first, stepping up behind her. He leans in, whispering something low in her ear, and she startles, her body tensing before she slowly turns.

Her gaze flicks between us, but she lingers longer on Ryker.

I get it. She hasn’t seen him like this before, completely naked, hard as a fucking rock, his body toned like a statue. No tattoos, just sun-kissed skin stretched over lean, lethal power. His dark eyes are like two bottomless pits of sin.

Her lips part, and Ryker steps closer, but Aspen moves back.

Her gaze locks onto mine, a silent hesitation flickering in her expression.

I know what she’s thinking.

Bryn.

She is afraid it will happen again. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of us in a way that would drive us apart, so I take a step toward her, closing the distance, and slowly, I extend my hand.

She looks at both of us, and her breath shudders before she takes it.

Pulling her closer, I spin her around to face Ryker, and his eyes darken, roaming over her body with raw hunger. My hands slide down to her hips, fingers pressing into the soft curve as I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart? Your mouth or cunt?”

The question comes out as a low rasp, my cock pressing against her lower back, the heat of her skin searing through me.

Aspen gasps, her breath catching as Ryker steps in, caging her between us and her round nipples brushing against his chest, the corners of his lips turning up as he meets my gaze. He winks, and I give him a slow nod.

He lifts her chin, tilting her face up until she has no choice but to meet his stare. “I want your cunt.”

His voice is deep and low, and even I shiver watching him like this, the dominant side of him I barely see.

She nods, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. Ryker moves his hand lower, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her hard nipples, and a soft, needy moan escapes her as she lets her head fall back against my chest. I take her mouth, claiming her in a slow, deep kiss, my tongue tasting her as she melts into me.

My hand trails down her side, feeling the shiver that runs through her, and I pull back, locking eyes with Ryker. He glances at me, understanding without words.

He nudges her thigh with his knee, parting her legs to give me access, and my fingers slip between her wet cunt, teasing her clit in painful slow circles.

Ryker leans down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting just enough to make her whimper into my lips and her soft moans vibrate against me, and my cock throbs painfully. Fuck, I need her mouth on me. Now!

I remove my fingers, and she whimpers. A little pout on her lips makes me smirk. I look down and see how hard Ryker is, and I cannot resist, so I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling his thickness between my fingers as he groans, his grip on her breast tightening, and he jerks his hips forward, precum glistening at the tip.

“Fuck, ,”

Ryker grits out, his eyes darkening as he looks down to see Aspen’s small hand covering mine, her fingers lacing between mine as we both start to pump him just like I taught her, and his breathing turns ragged, his body tensing while fighting to keep in control.

I look down to see Aspen’s eyes locked on his and a devilish smirk appearing on her lips, and that makes Ryker snap.

“Fuck this.”

His tone is rough, and in one swift motion, he grips Aspen’s hair and guides her down, bending her over, and her ass moves up, pressing against me, and my cock twitches at the feel of her so soft, warm, so fucking perfect.

“Oh, Aspen,”

I groan, smacking her ass, watching as a red mark blooms across her skin. She yelps but spreads her legs wider, offering herself up, her body begging to be taken.

“Open wide,”

Ryker orders, his grip tightening in her hair, and I see his knuckles turning white, his chest rising and falling with each sharp breath as he fights to hide his dominant side, but I can see it in his eyes. He’s hanging by a thread.

Aspen’s lips part, and the moment her mouth opens, he thrusts inside, and a deep, guttural groan rips from his throat as she takes him. Her moan vibrates around his length, and she grinds back against me, desperate for more, and I give it to her gladly, pressing a finger against her entrance, feeling how soaked she is, her body ready for me. “Ryker,”

I murmur, meeting his gaze as I push inside her in one hard thrust.

She jolts forward, choking on his cock, but fuck, she’s so damn tight and hot, I can barely breathe. I usually hate the fucking cold water on my skin, but right now I don’t feel it anymore. The only thing I feel is her, so soft, wet, and trembling between us.

We both move harder. She moans, and I move my arm around her hips to reach her clit, circling it slowly but hard, and she moans into Ryker’s dick, making him chuckle.

“You are being such a good girl,”

he groans, as he fucks her throat.

I knew he had a dominant side, but to see Ryker as a confident dominant is surprising and hot as fuck.

Having them both here makes my heart pound faster; this is all I wanted, them both like this. Fuck, I was starting to think it would never happen. I even thought I was losing Ryker.

I shake my head and move faster, harder. Her legs start to shake. She is breaking in pleasure under us. I grab her hip harder as my hand on her clit keeps working. I look at Ryker, and he nods; tilting his head back, he lets her suck him deep, her gag reflex kicking in, and the sounds of her sucking fill the shower together with the skin-on-skin of my thrust.

“That’s it, Aspen,”

he grips tighter, and I hold her in place, slowing my thrust, and I see Ryker’s body tensing, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He stills inside her mouth and moans as he comes hard inside her mouth. She swallows all of it like a good girl, and I run my hand on her back. I almost unload my cum inside her just by watching Ryker.

He leans forward, letting her hair go, “You are amazing,”

he murmurs and kisses her. She nods, tears pricking under her lashes.

“Now let make you come,”

He kneels in front of her, and she stares at him, her eyes in both shock and curiosity. I wrap my arm around her and force her back to my chest, her legs open. Ryker leans down, his mouth on her pussy, and he begins to suck and lick her clit as I fuck her cunt mercilessly.

She moans loudly, and the sound goes straight to my cock; seeing Ryker licking her while I fuck her was on my mind since I first saw her.

“Good girl, come in his mouth.”

I grunt in her ear, and Aspen shakes, her head snapping back as her body tenses and convulses.

“Oh God!”

She yells out, gripping Ryker’s hair. and I thrust harder, faster, dragging out every inch of her orgasm. I feel Ryker’s hands reaching from under her to press on my balls, and I’m a fucking goner after that!

I grunt as I lose control of my thrusts, my back tensing, muscles coiling, and I spill every drop inside her. I keep thrusting when I feel Ryker’s tongue licking her cum and mine.

Fuck me! Is this shit even real?

Stopping the thrust, I keep a tight hold on Aspen as she pants for air, Ryker still licking her, and she curses under her breath, her body shivering like someone is giving it little shocks of electricity.

Another lick, and he moves from under her, his face red with the biggest grin this motherfucker ever had.

“Oh my fucking God!”

Aspen lets out shaky breaths, and I chuckle.

“Did you enjoy it, sweetheart?”

I ask softly in her ear. She leans into me, and I keep her steady as Ryker rises to his full height.

“It was amazing!”

She lets out.

“It fucking was.”

Ryker says, leaning into her and kissing her before straightening and pressing his lips into mine, a passionate kiss, and I hear Aspen gasping between us. I deepen the kiss, pressing her into him.

“Fuck,”

Ryker moans into me, and I swallow it, making my entire body shake.

He breaks the kiss and moves back. Aspen’s eyes are full of longing as she looks up at me and back at Ryker, a sweet smile on her lips and her eyes heavy.

“Let’s relax, shall we?”

I ask, Aspen nods, and Ryker reaches for the towels. We dry up and get dressed. Aspen looks at us with a sweet smile, “I’m so happy to see you two like this.”

She turns, not letting us say a word, and leaves.

“I get why you like her,”

Ryker smiles, his eyes on the door she just left.

“I also get why you like Bryn, Ryk,”

I tell him, my hand rubbing his lower back, and he turns to face me.

“I am sorry, ,”

his full of sorrow.

I lean into him and kiss him gently, “We are over it, okay?”

He nods, a smile spreading on his face, and we head out of the bathroom. I turn toward my room when I spot Ryker heading to the opposite side and stopping in front of Knox’s door, his brows drawn tight.

“Everything okay?”

I ask, noting the tension in his posture. Something’s bugging him.

“Someone came out of Knox’s room last night.”

I see the worry on his face.

“Dante?”

I ask. Knox and Dante have their late-night drinks and card games. It’s not uncommon for them to be in each other’s rooms.

He shakes his head. “I think it was Ethan.”

That makes me pause. “Why the hell would Ethan be in Knox’s room?”

I knock, but I already know Knox is up. When there’s no answer, I try the door, and it’s unlocked, so I step inside, scanning the room. Nothing seems out of place, but Knox would’ve noticed if something was moved.

“You still think Ethan’s up to something?”

I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms, and Ryker’s eyes roam the space, searching. If there’s anything to find, he’ll be the one to do it.

“Not just me.”

He shifts his weight, hesitating.

I step closer. “Who else?”

He takes a deep breath, and I can see the doubt in his eyes. “Who, Ryker?”

His jaw tenses.

“Aspen, but she made me promise not to tell anyone.”

He glances around, ensuring no one else is listening.

“What did Aspen say, Ryk?”

My voice drops low, and I move closer to him.

“Bryn told her something weird. That Ethan had some sort of plan to make the base—”

He stops, rubbing the back of his head, his tell for when he’s anxious. “A better place.”

“What the fuck?”

My temper flares, and I shut the door harder than I meant to.

“Yeah. She wants proof he’s up to something and asked for my help.”

His gaze locks onto mine.

“Why you?”

Not that Ryker isn’t the best man for this kind of thing—his codename is Recon for a reason. He can find a fucking needle in a haystack.

“She knows I’m already onto Ethan.”

He shrugs.

“Right.”

I nod. “Where is Ethan now?”

Ryker glances at Ethan’s door, strides toward it, and knocks, but there is no answer. He tries the knob. Locked.

My pulse quickens. In almost ten years, Ethan’s never locked his door. None of us do. The first time a door was locked, it was to keep Aspen from running again.

“Watch the stairs,”

I say, heading to my room. I grab my old lockpick set, and within a minute, the lock clicks open, and Ryker moves inside with his usual smoothness.

It takes him a few minutes before his eyes lock on something. “Is this a map?”

he asks, holding up a folded paper.

I step closer and frown. “That’s the base.”

Ryker’s jaw tenses as he unfolds the paper completely. “Look at the names.”

He hands it to me.

Rooms. Cells. Women’s hold. Prisoners’ hold. Tactical room.

A cold chill slithers down my spine as I read, my hands trembling against the paper. My stomach knots so tight it hurts.

“What the fuck is this?”

The words barely make it past my lips, strangled by the rage boiling under my skin. My pulse pounds against my skull, heat prickling along my arms.

Women’s hold? My breath stutters. We don’t have prisoner hold rooms. We don’t have fucking cells.

“Is this what Ethan is planning?!”

I snap my head up, my heart hammering against my ribs. Our eyes lock. His expression is unreadable, but the tension in his jaw tells me enough. A sickening weight settles in my chest. The room feels too small, the air too thick.

What the fuck is going on?