Page 7 of Revenge Saints (BloodHawks Duet #2)

“Not yet, pet.” I whisper against her cunt, my breath making her shiver. She lets out a little whine, that sweet sound of frustration, like I’ve denied her the fucking sun.

I can’t help but smirk, then drag my tongue down to her entrance, slipping it inside her.

“Oh God!” She moans, her hips rolling, riding my tongue with greedy little movements.

“You want my fingers?” I groan into her .

She doesn’t answer. Just keeps grinding on my face, lost in the pleasure.

So I stop.

I lift my head and lock eyes with her. Her chest is heaving, her mouth open, red and swollen from all that panting.

“Shit, Knox!” she cries out. “Yes! I want your fingers!”

There it is. I hold her gaze, then slide one finger inside her, slow but firm. She gasps, her body clenching like it’s never going to let me go. I don’t give her a second to adjust; one more finger slams in, and I start to fuck her with them, fast, deep, relentless.

“Oh my God!” She cries out, her hips jerking to meet every thrust.

She’s fucking stunning, spread open, dripping for me, her body writhing under my touch. “That’s it, Aspen. Fuck my fingers like a good girl.”

And she does, grinding into my hand; she’s starved for it. Her walls clamp down around my fingers, tight, desperate.

I lean in again, tongue back on her clit, circling slow, torturous swirls, and she moans louder, her whole body begging for release.

Her eyes slam shut. I pull my fingers out and thrust three back in. Her eyes fly open, wide and wild, and I watch her stretch around them, tight but giving. I set a hard, steady rhythm, thrusting until I feel them glide in and out with no resistance, her body completely surrendered.

Then I drive them in to the hilt and press my thumb against her soaked pussy, dragging it lower, down until it rests at the tight ring of her ass .

She freezes and gasps.

“Knox!” She warns, but in a pleading way.

I grin against her skin, feeling dark and wicked.

“If you’re going to take at least two of us at the same time, pet…” I growl, pushing just enough to tease, “…then that tight little ass needs to be ready, right?”

“I,” she breathes, hands clutching the sheets in tight little fists.

“Breathe. Relax for me.” I press in a little deeper.

Her head drops back on the pillow, lips parted, chest rising and falling. She’s trying. My good girl is fucking trying.

I give her a second, letting her open up. When I feel the tight muscle give, just barely, I push in another inch.

“Oh my,” She gasps and throws her hands over her face.

I start moving my fingers again, slow but relentless. Three inside her, stretching her wide, coaxing every moan out of her. My mouth covers her clit, tongue circling, pressing harder, and fuck, she’s trembling.

My thumb goes deeper, starts to move with the same rhythm. In and out. Her whole-body clenches, sweat beads at her brow, her nipples hard under her shirt, and I reach up, grab one, and pinch it until she whines.

Her legs twitch closed slightly, hips moving faster, desperate.

“That’s it,” I growl against her clit. “Come for me. I want you to come on my fucking face.”

It’s not a request; it’s a command.

I push my thumb all the way in, matching the pace of my fingers, driving her toward that edge. She’s fucking full, and it sends fire through my veins. I picture my cock buried in her ass next time, her body split open just for me, and I almost lose it.

“Knox!” She cries out, and her body locks up, but I don’t stop.

I finger-fuck her harder, no mercy, dragging her over the edge and holding her there. She screams, legs shaking, her cum spilling out, and I lick it all up, my tongue still tormenting her clit while my fingers curl inside, making her gasp and claw at my hair.

And fuck, I love when she pulls my hair.

Her body sags on the mattress, panting, her face flushed deep red. I glance at her leg—no blood. Good.

I rise to my knees; eyes locked on her cunt. Red, dripping, perfect.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I groan. “Every fucking inch of you.”

My cock throbs, aching to be buried inside her.

But I can’t. Not now. I shake my head and push off the bed.

“ You okay, pet?” I ask, turning my back to grab a towel from the couch where Max crashed.

“Yes,” she says right behind me.

I turn, and she’s standing too close. She lifts one finger and presses it to my lips.

“I want to taste,” she purrs, and fuck me, I obey. I grip the back of her head and crash my mouth to hers. Hard, possessive, my tongue claiming every inch of her mouth.

She moans, and my balls throb like they’re about to burst. I need to leave this room or I’ll explode.

But then she starts to sink, slow and smooth, her hands gliding down my chest as she slides lower .

There’s a wince—barely there, but I catch it.

Pain flickers in her eyes… and still, she keeps going.

Her breath hitches as her knees touch the floor.

One hand grips my thigh, steadying herself like I’m the only thing holding her up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growl.

She just smiles. Mischief and sweetness in her eyes. Trouble in bare skin and a damn t-shirt.

Her fingers reach for my belt, unbuckling it.

“Aspen…” I warn, jaw tight. “Don’t.”

She giggles. Those fucking giggles.

“You said you couldn’t fuck me. You didn’t say anything about me sucking you.”

I freeze.

“You are not,”

Her hand slides into my jeans, and I groan, a guttural, animal sound.

She pulls my cock out, and before I can form a single thought, I’m drowning in the way she looks at me.

I’m gone. Done.

She opens her mouth and takes me in, eyes locked on mine, and fuck, she’s beautiful.

Naked, on the floor, looking up at me like I’m the only one she’ll ever kneel for.

Her lips wrapped around my cock, slow and hungry.

She’s doing her best to kneel—one leg folded carefully, the injured one bent as much as she can bear it .

A goddess worshiping me.

Fuuuuck me.

I tilt my head back, barely holding it together. She starts to suck, fast and deep, her tongue swirling, every move making my cock twitch.

She’s too fucking good.

Wait!

I grab her hair and yank her off me, my cock glistening, throbbing. “Where the fuck did you learn how to give a blowjob like this?”

She just chuckles.

“Don’t be jealous, Reaper.”

Oh, fuck. She did not just call me that.

My cock jerks.

“Aspen.” Her name is a low growl.

“Max,” she finally confesses, a teasing glint in her eyes.

I shake my head, half pissed, half grateful. I owe him one.

“Open wide. Breathe through your nose.”

She obeys, good fucking girl, and I thrust into her throat. She gags, but I don’t stop. I fuck her deep, watching her lips stretch, tongue working with every thrust. Her throat tightens as she swallows, pulling me in like she’s starving.

I pull her back, grip her hair, and stare down at her.

“Open,” I grunt.

She does, and I lean in, spitting on her tongue.

“Don’t swallow,” I order, and she nods.

I slide back in, slow this time. Her mouth stretches again, eyes watering, spit dripping down her chin, my piercing brushing against her throat.

“So fucking beautiful.”

“You’ll swallow all of it,” I growl, picking up the pace.

Then she does something evil: she reaches down and starts circling her clit.

Shit.

She moans around my cock, fingers moving, hips twitching.

I nearly lose it. This girl is going to ruin me.

Her free hand grabs the base of my cock, pumping in sync with her lips. She’s trembling, close.

I bury my hand in her hair, but I don’t guide her; I want her to take me to the edge.

And she fucking does.

Tongue swirling. Moaning. Jerking me while touching herself.

A vision. A fucking vision.

My balls tighten, that raw fire racing up my spine. I grip her hair tighter, chest heaving, every muscle flexing like I’m fighting death itself.

Fuck. I’m gonna come.

“Don’t stop,” I growl.

She moans, and fuck,

That’s it. I snap.

My body jerks forward, hips thrusting deep, my cock slams into her throat, and my release rips through me.

“ FUCK! ” I roar, head tilting back as wave after wave punches through me, my vision going white .

I swear my soul just left my fucking body.

My knees buckle, and I stumble forward, one hand bracing against the wall, the other still buried in her hair.

Panting. Shaking. Cum still pulsing from me in thick, desperate spurts, she doesn’t spill a drop. Not one.

She swallows all of it, tongue curling around me like she’s milking it.

I look down, chest heaving, and there she is.

On her knees with a smug smile. Her lips swollen, chin wet, eyes gleaming like she just slayed the beast.

Fucking hell. I’ve never looked at a woman and thought mine so hard in my life.

“You proud of yourself, pet?” I rasp, still leaning on the wall for support like she fucking crippled me.

She grins, tilting her head. “Mm-hmm. I had the Reaper lose his mind.”

I chuckle, ragged and breathless. “You didn’t make me lose it. You blew it wide open.”

I reach down, grab her chin, and tilt her head up, brushing my lips on hers.

“I—”

Wish I could tell her… Tell her how I really feel, but I can’t, not until I have Dante back.