Page 35 of Riot’s Thorn (Sons of Erebus: Reno, NV #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

RIOT

I t’s not that I thought she’d get away.

There’s nowhere for her to go out here. It’s that I knew I shouldn’t have brought her.

Seeing me bloody after practically beating a man to death can only dredge up bad memories, memories I’ve been working to distance myself from, and now, I have to start all over.

And she fucking ran from me. If we’d been in public, she might’ve gotten away. Those are the thoughts running through my mind as I fuck her with no concern for her comfort or pleasure. She needs this lesson so she knows I’m dead ass when I tell her I’ll never let her go.

I slam her down onto me one last time and don’t even enjoy the orgasm.

That’s not what this is. It’s a claiming.

Okay, fine. Maybe I do enjoy it a little.

How could I not? Her ass is red from my handprints, I have another man’s blood all over me, and her tight pussy is milking me so well. But I try not to enjoy it.

“Come here,” I say, undoing my belt from around her wrists before turning her around. I’m proud of myself for recognizing her emotions and adjusting my behavior accordingly. It’s what a good boyfriend would do, and I want to be that for her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, digging her tear-damp face into my T-shirt. I should tell her there’s probably blood there, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. It should be dry by now.

“Shh,” I soothe. “It’s done, and I’m so proud of you for taking your punishment like a good girl.”

“You are?” she asks, lifting off my shoulder. I’m relieved there’s none of that asshole’s blood on her.

I answer by taking her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to tangle with hers.

We’re both a fucking mess; her with scrapes and scratches up her legs, cum leaking between her thighs, and I’m sure she’ll have bruises from landing hard, and me with my knuckles split open, covered in blood, and definitely some bruises from hitting the ground with no regard for my own safety. But this kiss is perfect.

“Come on. Let’s get out of here.” I stand and tuck my cock back in my pants before I pull her to her feet and find her discarded panties and shorts.

I crouch to help her into them, her messy pussy inches from my face.

I’m hit with an intrusive thought I can’t ignore.

Some of my cum, and I’m sure hers as well, is spread over her cunt.

I swipe it off and push to my feet. “Open.” Her pretty pink lips part.

“Now suck.” She swirls her tongue around my digits and then sucks them clean.

“We taste good together,” she says.

“Fuck,” I curse, debating a second round, but she deserves better than this. This time when I crouch, I hold her panties and shorts open for her and wince at the once-white fabric that’s now ripped and stained.

“Please tell me we don’t have to go back inside to get to your bike,” she says, picking bits of weeds from her hair. “I’m a mess.”

“Nah, we can walk around the building.”

Grinning, she takes my hand, and we walk all the way back to the Honey Pot. I have to give it to her—she managed to get pretty far before I caught her. I’m still not sure what she thought she was doing. She’s lucky a sidewinder or something worse didn’t get her.

After a nearly mile-long walk, we finally reach my bike. I help with her helmet before climbing on and holding a hand out.

“This is going to be uncomfortable,” she says.

“All part of the punishment.”

“Will the punishment be over when we get home?” She swings a long leg over the bike.

“Is my little thorn horny?” I ask, enjoying the flush that creeps up her cheeks.

“I mean, wouldn’t you be?”

I feel the corners of my lips tip up ever so slightly, my version of a smile, and start the bike. If I tell her I’m not nearly done making her pay for trying to leave me, she might not come back home, especially now that she knows my brand of punishment.

When we get home twenty minutes later, I take her right into the shower and clean us both off.

She’s still on edge, her hands reaching out in desperation, but I shut her down.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she won’t be finding release tonight.

This is a lesson I must sear into her mind because next time, it might not be a harmless desert she runs into.

I’m the only one who can protect her, and she has to learn to run to me, not away, even when it’s me who ignites her fear.

Once we’re clean, teeth are brushed, and she’s used the bathroom, I tell her to go get in bed. . . naked. Her eyes lit up with excitement. I hate that I’ll be responsible for taking that light away—mostly, anyway.

To be honest, I thrive on having control, both in and out of the bedroom.

It’s clear, even without a therapist’s insight, that this stems from the lack of control I experienced during my childhood.

My mother manipulated me and dominated every aspect of my existence.

By ending her life, I also eradicated the vulnerable side of myself that permitted such manipulation, and from that, a new version of me emerged.

While she waits, I get my rats out to run around for ten minutes before bed. They didn’t get a lot of time to exercise today, and that’s when they get destructive. I’ve had to rebuild parts of their enclosure after they chewed it to pieces from too much time alone.

I decompress in my corner, feeding Amy and Ben a handful of nuts and dried berries in between bouts of wrestling. As soon as I feel like they’ll be okay until morning, I call them back into their enclosure and shut them in.

Parker sets her book on her nightstand when I walk into the room. The fleece blanket and sheets are pulled up over her tits, but her shoulders are bare, telling me she did what I asked. I flip off the light and pause only long enough to push my boxers to the ground before climbing in.

“Come here,” I say, reaching for her. She comes willingly, allowing me to pull her on top of me. Her breasts press against my chest, making my dick grow. “Kiss me.”

She dips down and nibbles at my lips before pressing them fully to mine. Her hands roam up and down my body, stopping at my pierced nipples. “When did you get these pierced?”

“When I was twenty-one.”

“I like them.”

“Oh yeah? You want yours done?”

“No. Never. I’m not brave like that.”

“Sure you are.”

She shakes her head. “Enough to show my boobs to a stranger? Definitely not.”

“I could do it,” I suggest.

“You know how to pierce?”

“No, but I would learn.”

“You would learn? No, I’ll just keep my nipples intact, thank you very much.”

I snake my hands between our chests and cup her breasts. “Fine by me. I love your tits.”

“You’re so crass.”

“You say that like an insult, but you love it when I talk dirty. You love it even more when we’re playing my games,” I say.

“I shouldn’t. I’m sure it makes me some kind of freak.”

“If you’re a freak, so am I because it makes me hard as a fucking rock to know you like being called a slut.” I run my fingers up and down the sides of her breasts.

“Have you always played these, um, games?” she asks hesitantly.

“Yes,” I answer honestly. I don’t want any lies between us.

“Why? I mean, why do you like being mean to the women you sleep with?”

“Not just women.”

She chokes on her own spit. “You’ve been with men?”

“Hes, shes, and theys. I’m not attracted to a certain gender, only certain people.”

“Have you been with more women or men?” she asks, and I get it. It’s her first experience with someone with sexual fluidity.

“I haven’t kept track.”

“Which one do you like having sex with more?”

“It’s not about what body parts people have with me. It’s more if they can meet my needs and if our predilections align.”

“And if you can control and call them nasty names?”

“That’s what it’s been in the past because it’s only been about sex before now. I’ve never wanted to keep anyone in my life before you, so now the only person I’m attracted to is you.”

She snickers. “That’s not true. If some sexy half-naked woman or man walked in here right now, you’d feel attraction.”

I narrow my brows and force myself to look her in the eyes. “No. I wouldn’t.”

“You don’t have to lie. Just because you’re in a. . . whatever this is with me doesn’t mean you can’t objectively agree someone is good-looking.”

“I’ve never been in a ‘whatever this is,’ so I can’t say for sure, but for me, that’s exactly what it means.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, curious why this is such a novel idea. “Is that not normal?”

“No. The opposite, actually, at least from what my friends have described.”

“Why would they be in a relationship if they didn’t want to be with that person?”

“They’re just looking for something better, I guess.”

“Then that’s the difference.” I suck the thin skin of her neck into my mouth and bite before slowly releasing it. “There’s nothing better than you. The way you taste, the way you look, the way you think, the way you get off on the same things I do. You’re perfect.”

“I wouldn’t say perfect, given how we ended up together.”

“Fate works in mysterious ways.” I cup her pert ass.

“You believe in fate.”

“I didn’t before you, but I have no other explanation for how you ended up with me.

” I grip her hips and shift her down so my hard cock is nestled between her pussy lips.

She gasps, a sound that’s fast becoming my favorite.

I wonder if she’d let me record it so I can play it whenever I need to relax.

“I want you inside me.” She spreads her legs.

“Not tonight. You’re still being punished.”

“What? But you said?—”

“You took your punishment well. I didn’t say that was it.”

She pouts. “What’s the rest of my punishment? I want to get it over with.”

“Why’s that?” I ask, even though I know it’s because she never got to come.

“The sooner it’s over, the sooner I get to have fun too.”

“Ask nicely.”

She rolls her eyes, making me twist her nipple hard until she apologizes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“If you want to be punished, ask for it like the good fuck toy you are.”

“Please, can I have my punishment?” This time, her tone is much more polite.

“You may. Lie on your back.” She rolls off me, and once she’s settled, I shift positions until I’m straddling her head.

“What are you doing?”

“Not me, you. My little cum dumpster is going to suck my cock. Open.” I tap the tip of my cock on her lip, leaving a trail of pre-cum. “And you’re not going to stop until my balls are drained.”

She drags her teeth over her lip. “Okay.”

Her lips part, and I feed her my dick inch by inch.

“Mmm, you like having me in your mouth, don’t you?

” She hums, and I feel it vibrate throughout my crotch.

“In this position, there’s only so much you can take, but this is just where we’re starting.

By the end of the night, I’ll be so deep down your throat, you’ll be kissing my balls. ”

She scratches her nails down my ass, the sting spurring me on. With no makeup on, her damp hair wild on her pillow, and her lips wrapped around me, she’s never looked more beautiful. I push just deep enough to make her gag, enjoying the constriction around my tip.

“Better get control of that gag reflex. If you throw up, I’ll make you clean it up with my dick still in your mouth.

” I reach around and feel for her nipples to roll them between my fingers.

She must enjoy it because she moans around me and shifts her hips.

“You like when I play with your nipples? I fucking love them. The way they tell on you when you’re aroused, how hard they get when I suck on them.

” A rumble comes out from deep in my chest. “I’ve never seen a better pair of tits. ”

She wraps her arms around my thighs and lifts her head to meet my every thrust. The enthusiasm is such a turn-on. Knowing she’s getting off on this does something to me I can’t explain. My chest feels tight, and I’m flooded with emotion.

My orgasm explodes with little warning. I slam my palms on the wall behind the bed and grind into her mouth, releasing my first nut—first of many because she’ll soon learn I have a quick turnaround time. She releases me with a pop , and I slide down the bed next to her.

She gracefully rolls on top of me with a hunger in her eyes.

Her lips hover above mine for a brief second before she dives in, parting my lips with her tongue.

Suddenly, I feel something thick and warm glide into my mouth, the distinct, salty flavor unmistakable.

A wave of realization hits me—my girl just matched my freak.

As I swallow my own cum, my cock thickens, fucking ecstatic she understands nothing is off-limits. My teeth graze her lower lip, and I bite until the metallic taste of her blood mingles with our shared heat.

“Ouch! That hurt.” She slaps my chest.

“Payback for snowballing me.”

She swipes at her lip. “I’m bleeding.”

“I know.” I roll us over. “I like knowing part of your life source is inside me.”

“So you’re a vampire now?”

“Never had the desire to suck anyone’s blood before you, Little Thorn.” I swipe my tongue across her lip.

She kisses me long and hard, going so far as to pin my cock between us so she can rub her little clit on it. I let her have her fun until my cock is drenched with her slick and her movements get jerky, telling me she’s about to come.

Yeah, not happening.