Page 32 of Revenge Saints (BloodHawks Duet #2)

The air bites at my skin, colder than I expected. Maybe we’re still in spring. Hell, every day’s the same now, sky like ash, nights too long. I’ve stopped counting the months .

The cold helps, though. It helps mute the edge and numbs the ache in my jaw from clenching too hard, my chest from whatever the fuck is curled up inside it.

The water bucket’s full. Dante must’ve filled it earlier.

I strip and open the tap on the makeshift rig. It’s one of those old camping setups. A rusted tin barrel hanging from a hook, slow-drip nozzle barely wide enough to piss out more than a trickle.

The cold water hits my shoulders, and I suck in a breath.

Fuck.

We had real plumbing. Warm water. Pressure.

We had a home.

Now we’ve got this shit.

I close my eyes and let it pour. Let it freeze me. Let it dull the burn between my legs, the soreness in my balls from holding back all fucking day.

Eventually, my cock stops pulsing, but the ache doesn’t leave, not really.

I shut off the tap, grab the pair of sweatpants I washed yesterday—at least they’re dry—and take another breath.

Then something snaps against my back, and I flinch. Turning, I see a small rock rolling next to my feet; another one hits my leg.

“What the fuck,”

I look, and she’s standing there.

Aspen.

Long shirt hanging off her frame, damp hair sticking to her cheeks, bare legs flashing beneath the hem, she is dripping water again .

She bites her bottom lip.

“Your turn, Reaper,” she grins and then bolts.

Oh, you bratty little—

She disappears into the trees before I finish the thought.

My heart slams, and my cock stirs.

And the wolf in me wakes up . I don’t chase her right away.

I stalk. This game she’s playing, she knows it too well, pushing every single one of my buttons, and I fucking love it.

I move slow, barefoot on the dirt, quiet as hell.

She thinks I’m behind her. She thinks she hears me to her left. She’s wrong.

I track without sound, eyes trained on broken twigs, disturbed moss, shallow breaths carried by the wind.

She slows. She listens. My pet is smart. I let her hear just enough.

A crunch of leaves. A snap of a branch. A whisper of movement through the brush.

She jerks her head.

Wrong direction, pet.

She spins, breath shaky.

“Knox?” she calls out nervously.

I don’t answer.

I’m already behind her.

She takes another step, and I growl . Deep. Low. Right at her back.

She fucking freezes.

“Don’t,” I groan .

She screams, half fear, half pure fucking thrill, and takes off again, barefoot, stumbling through the woods, laughing and calling my name.

I let her run.

I stalk behind her. Close enough to hear her breath hitch. Far enough to keep her guessing.

She turns once more, and I’m there .

I wrap my arm around her waist and slam her back against a tree, her chest heaving against mine, her thighs twitching.

My mouth finds her neck, and I bite her soft skin hard .

“You think it’s a good idea to get me hard again and run?”

“Knox,” She whispers with a devilish smile in her eyes.

I rasp, my hands already sliding up her shirt. “You wanted to be hunted?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I wanted it.”

I lift her with one hand under her ass, pin her higher against the tree, her legs wrap tight around my waist, bare skin on bare skin, heat pulsing off her. She feels like a fucking flame made just for me.

I press her back against the tree hard. My cock strains through the cotton of my sweats, twitching between us like it’s done waiting.

She gasps, but her hips grind down into mine, taunting. She’s soaked. Her cunt’s already making a mess against me.

I growl again and rip my sweats down just enough to free my cock. I slide the head against her slit, teasing, letting the tip press into her entrance, feeling her clench already.

She squirms.

“ Knox, ”

I push forward, slow but deep. Her body pulls me in, tight and greedy, and I groan, my forehead dropping to her shoulder. “Fucking hell, pet. You were made for me.” I thrust deeper, and her nails sink into my back.

I start to move too hard, fast, and brutal.

Her moans echo through the trees, her head tossed back, mouth open, and all I can think about is owning this. Her. This fucking moment. Her walls clenching around me like it’s claiming me back.

“No.” She whispers.

A breath.

I stop .

Every muscle in my body locks.

I pull back completely, panting, pulse thundering in my ears.

“Did I hurt you?” My hand grips her thigh. “Are you okay?”

She stares at me.

Then smirks.

Smirks!

“I didn’t use my safe word,” she purrs. “Why’d you stop?”

My eyes narrow. “You little shit.”

She grins wider. “Didn’t know the big bad wolf could be so obedient.”

I growl, pinning her even harder to the tree.

“You wanna play with me, pet? You wanna see what happens when I don’t hold back?”

She whimpers, “Yes.”

I slam back into her, no more warning, no more restraint. My cock drives deep, dragging a scream from her lips as I fuck her against the bark.

Her nails rake down my shoulders. She holds on like her life depends on it.

“You don’t get to say no unless you mean it , ” I growl. “You play that game again, I’ll tie you up and edge you until you’re crying.”

“I’d like to see you try,” she breathes.

I fuck her harder. Her legs shake around me, her hole clenching like it’s begging to milk me dry.

I grab her jaw and make her look at me.

“You wanted the wolf?” I thrust deep, hard enough to knock the air from her lungs. “You got him.”

Her cry rips through the trees. Her fingers dig into my back, but she’s still moving her hips against me, still trying to meet every brutal thrust.

No.

She doesn’t get control now.

I do .

I pull out so fast she gasps.

Then I grip her by the waist, spin her, and shove her to the ground.

Hands and knees in the dirt, she is breathing raggedly, and her hair is a mess.

She glances over her shoulder, eyes wide, daring me.

I don’t give her a chance to breathe.

I slam her ass up with one hand and thrust back in, cock sliding in slick and savage, burying to the hilt in a single, devastating stroke .

She screams, legs slipping open more, back arching.

Her shirt’s bunched under her tits now, and her body is already trembling.

I wrap one hand around her throat from behind and pull her up against my chest, still pounding into her.

“Mine,” I snarl into her ear. “You hear me, pet? Fucking mine . ”

She moans something, but it just makes me rut harder.

I snap my hips. Over and over.

My grip tightens on her throat, reminding her who she fucking belongs to.

She’s not moving anymore, just taking it and moaning like a fucking prayer.

Body jolting with every thrust like a ragdoll, limp in my grip, her thighs trembling, skin flushed, her pussy is so fucking tight I’m losing my mind.

The sound of our bodies slapping together, her wetness, her moans, my growls—it’s chaos .

I lean forward, press her head into the dirt with one palm, and hold her there as I keep her ass high, just the way I want her.

She sobs out my name, her body shaking beneath me, but I don’t stop.

I can’t . Her face is buried in the earth, my hand wrapped around her throat, her fucking center gripping my cock like it never wants to let me go.

Legs trembling, skin flushed, tears streaking down her cheeks, and still, she moans for more. Begging in broken gasps, giving me everything, no hesitation, no fear. Just her, offered up and fucking radiant in the ruin of it .

My rhythm starts to fall apart. Thrusts harder now, less measured, more frantic, sloppy, desperate. I drag her hips back into me with every stroke, slamming in deeper, deeper, until I feel it coiling in my spine, pressure white-hot and blinding.

“I’m gonna come inside you,” I growl through clenched teeth, every muscle pulled taut. “You’re gonna take it all, pet.”

“Yes,” she gasps, voice shaking. “Please, please,”

That’s it. That’s all I needed.

I slam in one last time, then again—

My vision whites out, my body jerking as I spill inside her, cock throbbing, balls drawn tight, every nerve in my body lit like I’ve been set on fire.

“Fuck, Aspen,” I growl against her back, the sound half snarl, half worship.

I don’t pull out. I can’t . I grip her hips like if I let go, she’ll vanish.

Hot cum leaks from her, dripping down her thighs as my hips twitch, giving her every last drop I’ve got left.

And her?

She crumbles.

Her sobs tear through the silence, thighs giving out as her whole body starts to collapse, but I catch her before she hits the ground.

I drop to my knees, drag her into my lap, arms wrapping around her like armor.

Her breath comes in ragged little bursts, her body twitching in aftershocks, and I press my lips to her shoulder, her temple, and the side of her neck, whispering filth and praise into her sweat-slick skin.

“Good girl.”

“My perfect fucking girl. ”

She lets out the softest sound, half whimper, half relief, and I hold her tighter, burying my face in her hair like I can keep us both together a little longer.

Because tomorrow? There’s still a chance I won’t come back.