Page 20 of Revenge Saints (BloodHawks Duet #2)

Leaning forward, I suck her clit into my mouth, tongue circling, flicking, claiming , while my hand works the gun deeper, letting her stretch around the cold steel.

She’s dripping on it. The contrast—hot skin, cold metal—it’s fucking beautiful.

“Ride the gun gently, Aspen.”

I bury my tongue harder into her clit as she whimpers, hips rocking. She starts to move, slowly, her rhythm syncing with mine.

My chest rises and falls fast, heat building like a wildfire I’m trying not to unleash. Every muscle’s clenched. My control’s hanging by a thread. But I want her to come first.

On my gun.

The one Max gave me the year we met. The one I never leave behind.

Now I’m inside her with it. Claiming our girl.

“Ryker!” she moans louder, her nails digging into my shoulders. The sting only pushes me to move faster, thrusting deeper, my tongue working harder over her clit.

Her legs start to shake.

I slide my free hand around her waist, holding her steady, because I know the second she comes, she’ll fall apart.

“I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you, love,” I whisper into her slick heat.

She gasps, and then her breath catches completely. Her body jolts, convulsing, and I fuck the gun deeper, lick harder, faster, until she screams my name like it’s a fucking prayer.

Her legs give out, but I’ve already got her. I grab her, pull her in, and stand fast. My knees hit the floor, and I lower us both down, laying her gently on the cool floorboards.

Her eyes are closed. Her skin’s flushed, goosebumps everywhere, and there’s that fucking smirk.

I lean down and kiss her, my tongue pressing at her lips until she opens for me. She lets me in without hesitation, and I devour her, mouth first, because I’m about to do the same with my cock. I shove my zipper down and free myself.

My dick’s aching, angry, leaking for her. I press it against her entrance and groan at how wet and warm she still is.

“Fuck, Ryker,” she gasps into my mouth, her whole body stilling.

And then she presses down on me, hard, forcing me inside.

I chuckle darkly. “So one orgasm wasn’t enough, I see.”

Her heat wraps around me, those perfect walls clenching, and I almost lose it on the first thrust.

“I want more,” she purrs, her hips rising to meet mine, hungry for every inch.

I shift back, grab her leg, and drag it over my shoulder. The angle shifts, and fuck, it’s deeper. Her grip tightens on me, nails scraping skin, and I feel it. That edge building.

Max should be here.

He should see her like this: wrecked, needy, perfect.

“Faster,” she moans.

I obey.

My hips slam into hers, harder, deeper. My thumb finds her clit and presses down, circling it as her head flies back, back arching, a guttural cry caught in her throat.

I release her leg and bury my mouth in her breasts, sucking, biting, greedy.

She curses, calls my name, her voice hoarse with lust.

Her nipples are stiff, flushed, and begging for more. I pinch one while I suck the other, and she jerks beneath me, grinding harder. We move together, like we’ve always known how.

The air’s thick with sweat and moans and everything we can’t say .

She’s fucking perfect .

And I want to come inside her. I want to fill her up, make her lie there, and keep it in her .

“Come on, love,” I growl. “Move that beautiful body.”

She moans loudly, hips rolling up to meet mine.

And fuck, my eyes roll back, my body seizes,

Shit.

I rise to my knees, grip her hips, and slam into her harder, deeper, rougher. The kind of thrust that makes the air shift.

“Tap my leg if it’s too much,” I grit out.

But she doesn’t.

She just moans, loud, wrecked, desperate, and it fills the whole fucking room.

I pull out and reach between her thighs, sliding a finger into her soaked cunt. She looks down at me, eyes wide, and I smirk.

“Let’s try something.”

I slide in a second finger, thrusting in deep. They move easily. When I glance up, that little flicker of disappointment flashes across her face.

And fuck if I don’t almost laugh.

Then I bring my cock back to her entrance, fingers still buried deep, and press in slowly, stretching her tighter.

She whimpers. “Ryker… what the fuck?” Her voice is ragged as she tries to scoot away.

I catch her waist and pull her back.

“You’ve never done double penetration, right?” I ask calmly .

She freezes, eyes wide, lips parted.

“Thought so,” I murmur. “But with four of us? Trust me, you will.”

Then I slap her ass, a sharp little sting, just enough to make her jump.

“And this pretty ass? Mine too.”

I start thrusting again, fingers still working inside her, cock pushing deeper alongside them. She tenses.

“Breathe deep. Relax for me.” I coach her.

She nods, breathing slowly, closing her eyes. Her body begins to yield to it, muscles loosening, walls giving way.

“That’s it, love.”

I start to move faster, pressing my thumb to her clit, circling it while I fuck her. My rhythm builds, cock and fingers in sync, coaxing her to the edge.

Her moans hit me like a drug. Pure, raw pleasure.

A chill runs down my spine. My balls are tight, cock pulsing, sweat dripping from my brow. I grit my teeth, hanging on by a thread.

I press harder on her clit, pushing her right to the edge. Then over it.

“Oh my G—” She doesn’t finish. Her orgasm rips through her, body convulsing, walls clenching around me like a goddamn vice.

That’s all it takes.

I groan, the sound rough and strangled, as I spill inside her.

She milks every drop out of me. My body locks, cock twitching deep inside her. I collapse onto her, breath shallow, pulse wild. I slip my fingers out but leave my cock right where it is.

“Now,” I murmur, kissing her forehead, “we stay like this until my dick either slips out… or gets hard again.”

She looks up, curiosity flickering in her eyes.

“My guess, Aspen?” I kiss the tip of her nose. She smiles, flushed and glowing.

“I’ll get hard again… and fuck you over and over until the guys show up.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my neck, holding me close.

My cock twitches.

Yeah.

Hard it is.