Page 29 of Revenge Saints (BloodHawks Duet #2)

The room’s quiet.

Just breathe, heavy, staggered, and hungry.

The candlelight flickers across the wood-paneled walls, soft shadows that dance over her bare skin.

I glance at Ryker; his cheeks are flushed, lips parted, chest rising fast. Dante’s eyes are locked on her like he’s seconds away from sinking to his knees. And Knox… Knox looks dangerous.

Hands clenched at his sides. Veins bulging. Jaw locked. He’s holding himself back like a wild dog chained too tight. And I know exactly what’s playing in his mind.

None of us move .

She stands in the middle of the room, bathed in firelight, her skin glowing. Her hands ball at her sides, chest rising in shallow breaths. She’s biting her bottom lip, soft and pink.

I step forward, and her breath catches the second I move.

I don’t touch her. Not yet.

I circle her instead, slowly, my eyes trailing down her body like I’m worshiping a Goddess. Every inch of skin. Every scratch and bruise and perfect imperfection.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

“Max?” she whispers.

I stop behind her. Close enough to feel the heat of her skin.

My lips find her ear, and my voice drops. “You sure about this, sweetheart?”

She shivers. I watch her throat bob as she swallows. She’s nervous but nods.

I chuckle low. “Use your words.”

Her chest rises fast. Her nipples tight and hard, begging for attention. I want to suck them so much it pains me.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she breathes.

“Good girl . ” I slide my hand onto her hip. Her body leans into mine like she can’t help it. Her eyes flutter shut, lips parting.

I glance at the others.

Knox’s grin is slow and dark, like a wolf finally getting fed. I grin back, and he steps forward. The floor creaks under his boots, loud in the silence. His presence crashes into the room like a threat.

He stops just in front of her, but he doesn’t touch her. Doesn’t speak .

Aspen opens her eyes, and fuck, the way she looks up at him? Like she’d let him tear her apart and still thank him.

Her hands lift. She grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, exposing muscle, scars, ink. She tosses it aside.

Knox’s muscles tense, that sharp, wolfish edge slicing into the air around us.

Her fingers trail down his torso to his belt; Knox catches them, stopping her cold.

“Not yet, pet.” He leans in, brushing his lips along the curve of her neck. “Do you remember your safe word?”

She’s gasping now. Her chest rises like she’s drowning in the heat of us. “Cherry,” she whispers.

Knox looks over his shoulder. Ryker and Dante nod without hesitation. He looks at me last.

I smirk. Game on.

He kisses her neck, slow and possessive, and just as her hands lift to touch him again, I catch them, wrapping mine around hers and pulling them back, pinning them between us.

She arches instantly, breasts pushed forward, back bowing.

“Max,” She wavers.

Knox’s hand covers her mouth before she can say another word.

“If we’re doing this, we’re in control.”

Her eyes fly wide. Her body shifts just enough to test us. Shoulders tightening, trying to break free.

I grip her wrists tighter, breath hot against her ear.

“I love when you fight us, pet,” Knox groans. His mouth finds her collarbone, and he bites. Not soft. Not playful. A claiming .

She winces beneath his hand, and her body shudders between us.

Then he pulls his hand away.

“If you cover my mouth,” she snaps, “how the hell am I supposed to use my safe word?”

I chuckle against her temple, proud of her fire even now. “Tap one of us with any part of your body, and we’ll uncover your mouth.”

Knox straightens, towering over her.

“Do you want to use it now, Aspen?”

She stares him down, chest heaving. Her lips part just slightly, eyes narrowing. She lowers her head slowly, then looks up through her lashes like a fucking menace .

“Hell. No.” She has a devil’s grin.

My cock throbs.

Knox steps back, jaw flexing, eyes devouring her like prey.

“The things I want to do to your body,” he mutters. His fists clench at his sides. His gaze burns, wolf. Hunter. Predator.

She blinks slowly. “ Then do it. ”

Goddamn.

“Max,” Knox growls, unbuckling his belt. “Let’s play.”

I already know what’s in his head . I step to the side, matching his energy. Moving into position as he tosses his belt up over one of the ceiling beams.

“We’re going to own you, sweetheart,” I murmur, and her breath catches.

I take off my own belt, eyes never leaving hers. “Hands. ”

She hesitates, just a beat, then lifts them slowly, wrists trembling. Good girl.

I wrap the leather tight around them, kissing the inside of her wrist before I pull away.

Then I lift her.

Knox grabs my belt and knots it into his, creating a loop that holds her suspended, wrists bound above her head. Her body sways gently. Her toes barely graze the floor.

She gasps, head tilting back, realization crashing in.

She’s off the ground, helpless and ours to take.

Dante steps in then, slow and controlled. His shirt’s gone. Chest rising. Muscles flexing. His gaze dark and hungry.

“Can I go first?” he asks, but it’s not really a question.

Knox and I trade a look and step back; let him worship her .

Dante positions himself directly in front of her, fingers reaching out, trailing a line around her nipples. Her body tightens, breath quickening.

“You look like a fucking goddess,” he growls. “Do you even know what you do to us, doll?”

She doesn’t answer. She can’t.

Her lips part, eyes glazed over with desire, already wrecked, and we’ve barely started.

His fingers trail lower. Her thighs twitch. Her breath hitches.

He reaches her pussy and starts slow, dragging slow, circular strokes over her clit.

Her head tips back on a moan. “Dante…” she breathes .

He fists a hand in her hair, not pulling her away, but guiding her gaze back to him .

“Eyes on me,” he growls.

Then he crashes his mouth to hers, feral, filthy, all teeth and tongue.

A kiss meant to ruin .

His fingers don’t stop. If anything, they get meaner, rubbing harder, faster.

Her legs twitch. She moans against his lips, hips jerking, desperate, undone .

I watch her sway there, and I feel my cock throb in my jeans.

Dante breaks the kiss, breath ragged. He steps back, lifts her legs, and hooks them over his shoulders.

“What are you—” Aspen starts, but the words die in a moan as his mouth finds her pussy.

He dives in like he’s starved, tongue relentless, sucking and licking like she’s his last taste of heaven. Her moans echo off the wood.

I chuckle, watching her fall apart.

Then I feel Ryker behind me. He grinds once, his cock presses against my ass, and fuck, he’s already aching.

Knox’s eyes cut toward us. Ryker notices, freezes, and steps back.

I hold still, but my eyes stay locked on Knox. Not asking for permission. Just making sure this moment, our moment , doesn’t break the balance .

Knox’s gaze burns, then shifts into a grin. He steps back.

“Dante.”

Dante lifts his head, mouth glistening, and Aspen sags in the restraints. Her head drops to the side, lips parted, breath catching.

Knox jerks his chin at me and Ryker.

Dante smirks. “Go for it.”

That’s all I need.

I turn to Ryker, grab the back of his neck, and crash my mouth into his. His lips part instantly, tongue meeting mine, and I devour him.

“My turn,” I growl into his mouth, biting his lip before pulling back.

My hand slides into his hair and yanks hard.

He gasps, lips wet, eyes wide.

“On your knees.” He drops. No hesitation.

His eyes lock on mine as he kneels in front of me, body coiled, mouth slightly parted like he’s waiting for the next command.

“We can stop anytime, Ryk,” I murmur, fingers brushing down his jaw.

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to.”

I unzip my jeans, cock already thick and heavy in my hand. Ryker’s eyes flick down, then back up, burning.

Behind us, Knox circles Aspen, moving with that slow, predatory control. He stops behind her, lifts her gently by the waist to ease some of the strain on her wrists. She hangs there glowing with sweat and lust .

He leans in, tongue dragging up her throat, then bites . Hard. Her body jerks in response.

His hands slide around to her front, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples.

“Oh God ,” she whimpers.

Dante looks up from between her legs, lips swollen, fingers sliding inside her, and her back arches. Her moan turns filthy.

“Oh, fuck !”

I glance down. Ryker’s still watching, still waiting.

I thread my fingers through his hair. “Suck, like the good boy you are.”

His lips curl into a sinful, obedient smile, and then he opens his mouth wide, and I guide my cock past his lips, groaning as he wraps his mouth around me and sucks. Fucking perfect.

My hand tightens in his hair, and I feel the vibration in his throat when he moans around me, tongue teasing the underside.

His eyes stay locked on mine. His hands grip my thighs. His body submits completely.

And fuck me,

The sight of him on his knees, mine, while Aspen hangs suspended between Dante’s mouth and Knox’s teeth? It takes every single part of my control training not to come.

She’s fucking shaking.

Her legs twitch, her body convulsing, and her scream still echoes in my ears. Dante’s fingers are still working inside her, slow now, almost tender. Knox’s teeth graze her neck, his mouth full of her skin .

And then she looks at him and then at Ryker.

She can barely breathe.

Her chest rises fast, trembling, the soft swell of her tits catching in time with every ragged gasp.

But her eyes, fuck, those eyes, lock onto him like a lifeline, wide and dazed, pupils blown.

My good boy, down on his knees. Cock-drunk.

Lips red, spit-slick, and swollen from sucking me like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

I glance down at Ryker, his jaw lax, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with need, and then at her. And it hits me.

That pull. That fucking craving.

I fist a hand in Ryker’s hair, stilling him mid-bob. A sharp inhale punches from his chest, the kind that makes your stomach clench. “Look who’s watching you, Ryk.”

His head turns slowly, breath catching as their eyes meet. He sees her. She sees him. And just like that, the air sizzles. It crackles. Electricity straight to the goddamn spine.

I drag my cock from his mouth with a slick pop, smearing it across his flushed lips as he chases the taste. “Good boy,” I murmur.

Then I move. Past Dante, past the haze of sweat and breath and lust. Her legs tremble where they hang, still tied, her body swaying just slightly, her core exposed and aching. Her thighs twitch at my approach, a soft whimper escaping her like her lungs forgot how to function.

I grip her ass, rough and greedy, palms burning hot against her skin. She gasps, jolts, and I lift her with a grunt, fast and hard, her back arching as I hook her legs over my shoulders .

Her breath stutters. “M-Max,”

“My turn, sweetheart,” I growl.

She moans, fuck , that sound, the second my breath hits her cunt. Her hips jerk before I even touch her.

Her taste punches through me, so fucking sweet and addictive.

I lap at her cunt like I’m starving, flicking her clit until she gasps, sucking it hard enough to draw a full-body shiver.

She’s shaking, straining against the restraints, thighs tightening around my head.

Then I dip lower, tongue fucking into her with messy, wet circles until she sobs, hands clawing at the belt, head falling back, and just when she starts to unravel, I pull back.

Her cry is desperate, raw, but Ryker’s already moving.

He leans in, slow, reverent, his mouth replacing mine, his tongue finds her clit, licking lazy circles that make her legs spasm against me.

I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep. Her body clamps down like a fist, molten and soaked, and she screams.

“Please, please, Max,” Head rolling side to side like she can’t take it, like it’s too much.

“You’re not done,” I mutter against her thigh.

Not even close.

Dante strokes her hair. “You can take more, doll. Just a little more.”

Behind us, I hear metal. That sound. Knox.

“Where’s the knife?” he asks roughly.

My blood spikes .

I keep finger-fucking her as I glance over my shoulder. Knox is by the table, shirtless, muscles coiled tight. He picks up a long, sleek blade, the one Dante uses, the one he has used on Aspen.

But that’s not all; Dante walks over and tosses him something else.

I don’t stop working her over, but I know what’s coming.

Knox steps behind her. Blade in hand. Eyes black, Dante flanks him, holding something behind his back.

They’re coming for her.