Page 25 of Run, Little Rabbit (Blood & Bonds #1)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Echo

N iki’s tongue is buried deep in my pussy and his fingers are in my ass. I’m a writhing hot mess, and I can’t think. Can’t focus on anything apart from the pleasure that Niki is wringing from my body like it was made for him.

He pulls back and looks at my pussy like it’s the most precious thing in the world. My heart clenches, falling for this man just a little bit more.

In the back of my mind, I know being here with them is stupid, that it would start a war if my dad found out what they’d done, but my brain wasn’t on board. It was clouded with the fog of desire, and all thoughts of sensible decisions had flown right out of the fucking window.

“ I’m going to fuck your ass now, precious rabbit.”

He spits into his hand and rubs it over his long, thick cock. How that’s going to fit up my ass, I’ve no idea, but I’m not stopping him.

I glance to my right and see Maxim pumping Angel’s dick so slowly it must be agonising. Angel looks like he’s about to scream, and Maxim seems to be smiling like the Devil has possessed him.

Niki taps my face. “ Eyes on me. ”

He pushes the head of his dick into my ass.

“Fuck,” I moan. He feels so big, and fuck me, the burn is unreal even with the prep.

Niki grabs my hands and pins them by my head. He mouths the word ‘ breathe ’ so I take a deep inhale. As I breathe out, he slams into me in one harsh thrust. My back arches off the ground, and a silent scream holds me captive for a moment.

He stays still, letting me adjust, and when I take another deep breath, I nod. After giving me a fucking feral grin, he kneels back up and grabs my hips for purchase.

“ Brace yourself, little rabbit. I’m going to make you scream. ”

A strangled moan leaves my throat as he starts to move.

His thrusts are deep and rough. There’s no tenderness, nothing gentle, but I find that I don’t care.

I want it to hurt. I want to wake up tomorrow and feel used.

I want to remember everything about this when I leave, because I know I’ll need to.

Volkovs and Quinns don’t mix.

Niki pulls the knife out of his side pocket and hands it to me.

“Wh-what..?”

He rips his shirt open and pats his left pec. “ Mark me .”

Fuck, that’s hot.

I sink the tip of the blade into his skin and carve four deep little lines to make a little ‘E’ as a memento. I look at my initial branded into his skin, and something snaps into place.

Mine.

I don’t care if I have to leave. No one will ever touch this man but me again. He’s mine.

His pace picks up, and I feel my orgasm pool in my core.

I swipe my fingers through the blood on his chest and then suck them into my mouth.

He bucks wildly, and I can tell he’s close.

I dig my fingers into his arms, and I know I’m drawing blood, but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it makes him move faster.

“Close,” I moan. “So close.”

He takes one hand and rubs his thumb over my clit.

It’s fast and harsh, and he puts pressure on it, pressing down hard until I explode.

A wetness gushes out of me, and my entire body tenses and spasms. I cry out as unbelievable pleasure courses through my veins, heating my blood and sending little jolts and tremors along my nervous system.

“Holy fuck,” Maxim gasps.

I hear Angel scream and grunt, and I catch him cumming all over Maxim’s hand.

Niki’s hips stutter, and I feel his cock pulse deep inside of me, causing shockwaves to ripple through my body. His body tenses above me before collapsing on top of me and burying his head in the crook of my neck.

Little convulsions continue to spark through me as I catch my breath, and a silence descends between us all as we take in what just happened.

“Fuck me,” I finally mutter, my voice rough and strained.

Niki pulls back with an exhausted smile. “Think I just did that. Knew I’d make you squirt too.”

I cover my face with my hands, a flush creeping over my cheeks. “I can’t believe I did that. I didn’t know I could do that.”

“It was hot,” Angel says, his voice a little breathless.

“ And I want to make you do it again ,” Niki adds with another grin.

I snort, but I answer his smile with one of my own. His cock slips out of me, and I wince a little. Niki frowns as he watches his cum slip out of me.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Can’t have this ,” he says as he pats his pockets. His eyes light up when he finds what he’s looking for, and he looks ridiculously proud of himself when he shows me what it is.

“A butt plug? With a bunny tail? What the actual fuck?!”

He shrugs. “I thought it might come in handy.”

Maxim and Angel just laugh, as if this is normal behaviour. News flash, it’s not.

His blonde brows dip as he concentrates on making sure all his cum finds its way back into my asshole. Then he slides the plug into place, looking mightily pleased with himself.

“Perfect. My precious little bunny. ” He tugs on the tail gently, and I wince before a small ripple of pleasure pulses through my core.

“Come on,” Maxim says as he pulls me up from the ground. “We all need to talk.”

I wince as the soles of my feet brush against the grass, and Maxim wraps his arm around my waist to hold me steady.

Niki wraps his shirt around my shoulders to help fight off the morning chill, and wow, the guy is built.

His chest is a solid wall of muscle, and my brain stutters as I drink him in.

Runic tattoos cover the side of his ribs in several lines, looking like some ancient text, and I’m curious as to what it means.

“Are you alright, pet?” Maxim asks, causing me to drag my eyes away from Niki and his knowing smirk.

Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m becoming aware of the damage my body has taken. The little slices all over my skin sting, my back and ribs are bruised, and I’m exhausted.

“Just tired,” I say before my knees give out and I sink towards the floor

Maxim catches me and scoops me up bridal style. “Let’s get back to the house, and Angel can check you over.”

“Are you going to put me back in the basement?” I didn’t really want to see that damn meat hook again.

Maxim’s arms tense beneath me. “No, I won’t. But we do need to decide what we do next.”

I nod, my stomach souring as I realise what this all means. I’m a Quinn, and they’re Volkovs. This can never be anything more than whatever this game of cat and mouse was. Maxim is going to have to let me go, and I’ll have to do my best to leave them behind.

Unless I want to start a war.

The question is, though, are they worth going to war for? “Maxim, I—”

There’s a sharp whistle followed by a thud, and Niki’s body jerks next to me.

Everything freezes for a moment as blood starts to pour from a bullet wound just above his hip.

Angel is the first one to move as he lunges for Niki, immediately seeing to the wound. I jump out of Maxim’s arms and frantically search the woodland for signs of our attackers. I can’t see anything; whoever this is, they’re hidden somewhere beyond the tree line.

“Angel, get him to the summer house,” Maxim barks.

“ It’s just a scratch ,” Niki says, but his fingers tremble as he signs, contradicting his words. He tries to shake off Angel’s ministrations, but the doctor won’t let him walk away.

“Don’t be an idiot!” Angel yells. “It’s more than a fucking scratch.”

Maxim grabs my hand and pulls me to the left, dragging me behind him as bullets start flying past us.

Tree bark explodes around us, and I have to wonder who this is that’s firing at us. Other than the bullet that grazed Niki, the rest have all missed us.

Deliberately so.

Veon.

“Max, stop.”

He carries on dragging me behind him, the branches pulling at Niki’s shirt and my hair.

“Max!” I twist my arm out of his grip, and he turns on his heel, pulling to an immediate stop in front of me.

“What?”

“I know who this is.”

But I’m not given a chance to explain. A man dressed in black slams into Maxim, tackling him to the ground. I dart forward, but strong hands grab my arms and haul me backwards. “No! Let me go!”

And then the world goes black.