Page 93 of Satan's Spawn

“Over my dead body,” I breathe, moving with his hand to feel more of him.

“I prefer your spent one.” Crayton bites down on my shoulder, so hard the pain feels like a slice to the skin.

I would know because I’ve felt it.

“Ahhhh!” I cry out, but clamp my mouth shut in surprise.

The sound of chatter drifts in the distance, but it isn’t coming from the front door. I can’t even see anyone.

“Time’s ticking…” He pauses. “You got about thirty seconds.”

Crayton plunges his fingers in and out of me so hard I can barely stand on my two feet, my thighs trembling as another unfamiliar sensation seeps up from my gut.

It’s as if butterfly wings are swarming my insides.

Oh my God.

I feel myself tightening around him as the male voices grow louder, my moans rising along with it.

“Fifteen seconds,” he grits out, agitation laced in his words. I wonder if it’s because he’s worried I’m right. He can’t accomplish the impossible.

“Wait…oh yes…” I’ve gone completely other dimensional as the flutters intense. “Fuck…Crayton.” My hand slaps the hood of the car, unaware of when Crayton released my wrists, and the butterfly’s shoot straight for the area he’s assaulting with violent strokes.

I’ve never in all my experiments have ever imagined a world where I would want to feel…powerless.

The idea thrills me, so much there’s a dip in my stomach, like right before the drop of a rollercoaster, and then my insides erupt on his hand in a rush. A wave of pleasure engulfs me as the coaster descends, my thighs twitching as I cry out helplessly from the first time high.

But not for long, because a palm covering my mouth muffles the sound.

I’m so drunk with euphoria, I don’t even realize it’s Crayton’s hand until he pulls the both of them from me.

My chest heaves as I turn on shaky legs to face him, finding his fingers wrapped tight around his lips.

Crayton Shaw is tasting my first orgasm. After nearly ripping it out of me.

Maybe I do need a priest. Or an exorcism.

“I thought you wanted me to scream.” I lift my chin, trying to come off confident, eyeing the hand he used to silence me.

Crayton takes a daring step toward me, his cock still bulging by the thigh of his jeans as he reaches past me to wipe what’s left of his messy hand on the car.

Dick.

“I said you were going to scream for me.” He corrects me, just as the guys appear behind the same corner he did. I watch Levi hold Riggs in a headlock as Crayton adds, “I said nothing about allowing you to scream forthem.”

“You’re certifiable!” I hiss as the boys approach him from behind.

“Oh, I can sense the tension around my Benz.” Riggs chuckles as Levi releases him.

This is Riggs’s car? And Crayton just wiped…?

Riggs’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “Did you piss off Cray Cray again, gorgeous?”

The twitch is back in Crayton’s eye, and I’ve been watching him enough to know it means he’s angry.

At what? The world, perhaps.

“I was just leaving.” I glare at the bane of my existence, trying my hardest not to show the effect he has on me.