Page 87 of Ravaged Soul

My thighs push together, seeking relief from the tendrils of arousal that ignite my core. His fingers grip me tightly, delivering a bolt of pain that I’ll happily accept.

I want him like I want all of them. Regardless of greed or consequence, our paths are intertwined, and Blaine’s brand of broken belongs with us. He needs us. And I think I may just need him too.

Gripping his firm bicep, I deepen the kiss. Taking control of the frenzied tempo only drives me to demand more. He groans into my mouth, letting me take what I want, allowing me the control I crave to hold over this formidable man.

Not even the sound of thudding steps can pull my mouth from his. I’m lost in the sensation of teeth nipping my lips, his hot tongue winding with mine, the hand skating down my spine… until it’s all ripped away.

“Motherfucker!”

Blaine’s body is wrenched from mine, half-tossed across the bathroom by an angry blur. I blink past the lusty haze that’s descended over me, gawping at Warner holding his newest teammate by the throat.

“Youdaretouch her!”

“Warner!” I yell, attempting to stand and failing. “Stop!”

“Stay out of this, Ember!”

“She wanted me to,” Blaine wheezes.

“I’m going to kill you, Madden. Ember is off-limits. You’ve crossed a line.”

“Hey!” I try again to pull myself up.

Tearing his gaze from Blaine’s flushed face, Warner grimaces at me. “I said stay out of it!”

“Put him down. He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to.”

Warner recoils like he’s been slapped. “You kissed him?”

“I kissed her,” Blaine corrects unhelpfully.

“We kissed each other,” I supply.

“Enough!” Warner has turned an alarming shade of pink. “You were warned. Ember isn’t yours to touch and still you decided that rule doesn’t apply to you.”

“I can make my own decisions!” I jab an angry finger at him.

“You want to kiss this son of a bitch?”

“Maybe I do!”

Wrong answer.

Not even my startled shout can stop Warner’s fist from sailing directly into Blaine’s face, causing bone to crack and sending blood everywhere. Over and over. All while I’m powerless to intervene, held hostage by warring loyalties.

They tear into each other.

Viciously. Violently.

And it’s all because of me.

CHAPTER 12

WARNER

DOCTOR DOCTOR – LOWBORN

I’ve never consideredmyself to be an angry person. Not like some of the hotheads working for Sabre Security. With authority comes an innate need to remain cool-headed and fair, attributes I’ve worked hard to embody across my years of service.