Page 34 of Rule the Night (Blackwell Butchers #1)

POE

Later, I’d think about how pissed Bram was going to be, but right then there was nothing but Maeve’s sweet mouth opening for mine.

I’d spent the last two nights fantasizing about all the filthy things I wanted to do to her, but now it felt like none of them could hold a candle to the tangle of her tongue, the velvety softness of her cheeks as I tipped her head to take our kiss deeper.

I hadn’t planned it, but that didn’t mean I was surprised. I’d wanted her from the first moment I’d seen her in the tunnels.

Her hands slid up my thighs to my waist and I pulled her tightly against me, groaning as her full tits smashed against my body. In another situation, I might have wondered if she felt obligated, if she thought this was part of the bargain she’d struck when she came to the Hunt.

But there was no mistaking the feverish sweep of her tongue against mine, the clutch of her fingers on my waist, the way she pressed against my body like she couldn’t get close enough.

My dick strained against the confines of my jeans, a situation that wasn’t helped by the friction of her body between my thighs.

She was breathless when I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, and I closed my mouth over one of her tits, feeling the hard nub of her nipple even through the fabric of her T-shirt and bra.

Her fingers slid into the hair at the back of my head as I sucked, debating the merits of lifting her T-shirt, pulling down her bra, and tasting her sweet tits for real.

I was desperate to feel her naked body against mine, to do away with the clothing that separated us, but I didn’t want to expose her to a random passerby.

I unsnapped her jeans and slipped my hand inside instead, felt the soft brush of her pubic hair on the way to her wet slit.

She moaned when I pushed my fingers inside her. My fingers were enveloped in her heat, and my dick pulsed with hunger.

I spoke against her tit. “You’re so wet, little bird.”

She moved her hips with my fingers, working with my rhythm to get the friction she wanted on her clit, and I used my thumb to make circles around the little bud as I lifted my head to capture her mouth again.

Her lips were a brand, searing and burning, and I was more than happy to be set on fire as long as she was the one holding the match.

She gasped into my mouth as she came closer to coming, her hips moving faster as I worked her clit, plunging my fingers in and out of her wet cunt over and over again, my own horniness forgotten with the desire to make her come.

I was seconds away from pulling off her pants, lifting her onto my lap on the hood of the car, and fucking her right there in the twilight parking lot.

I added a finger to her pussy and a shiver moved through her body in the moment before she came apart, crying out in my mouth. She shuddered as she rode my hand, and her cunt got wetter as she rode the wave of her release.

She was gasping when she tore her mouth away to rest her forehead against my chest, her breath rising and falling like she’d been running through the tunnels.

I slipped my hands out of her jeans and stroked her hair, caught the scent of strawberries in the late summer wind. I didn’t know how long we stayed like that before we heard the rattle of a truck approaching.

Maeve lifted her head and followed my gaze to the tow truck approaching from the far end of the parking lot.

She met my gaze and for a split second, I wondered if she’d say something nice.

Instead, her eyes flashed like blue fire. “If you tell Bram or Remy about this, I’ll kill you.”