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“I fucking want my whole body inside you,” I growl. His tongue is drenching my finger in saliva, sucking it like a fucking pro.

Unable to wait any longer, I pull my hand back and plunge the slick finger inside him all the way to the knuckle. Sari gasps, pulling at my dreads as I start to work him.

“Look at me when I fuck you open,” I demand, grabbing his cheek hard, forcing those pools to mine. Jesus motherfucking Christ, the face he makes while getting fucked is the living embodiment of lust.

“Uri, Uri, Uri.” My name on his lips is like a prayer.

I’m going to consume him whole, leave no fucking crumbs of him. I’m inebriated by him, struggling to stop myself before there’s nothing left.

“Show me those nipples,” I order him as my finger keeps pumping inside his wet heat. “Pull that sweater up and hold it in your mouth. Bite on it.”

So fucking sexy, that birthmark under his right nipple. I grunt, and pushing his body up, I suck on it before moving to the bud. My free hand alternates slaps and pinches on the other nipple while Sari writhes under me so fucking beautifully.

Shit, I’m so hard for him. I need to be inside him. I remove my finger and open my jeans with quick movements before lining up the leaking crown of my cock and forcing the whole length inside him.

His cry is muffled by the fabric in his mouth as he bites hard on it. His glazed eyes go wide as I rapidly bottom out. I growl all my animal satisfaction at taking what’s mine, of filling him deep, stretching him. He’s full of cock. My long, thick, pierced cock. His hole throbbing around it.

He’s twitching and sucking my dick, so fucking hungry for it. I don’t give him time to get used to my thickness and start pounding, giving him more of the sting he so eagerly demanded before. His lean torso arches as I grip hard on his waist, leaving my fingerprints on his pale skin.

“Yes. Yes. Hurt me,” I think he begs around the sweater in his mouth.

“You’re so good at taking it raw.” I grunt, letting the bare pleasure spread all over my body.

Sari can’t stop broken, wanton moans from leaving his mouth with every thrust I give him.He’s clinging to my body, his hands roaming all over my back before finally stopping on my ass to pull me deeper inside him.

“You feel how deep I am? I’m going to wreck you from the inside out.” I want to get where no one will ever reach inside of him.

His lips let go of the sweater. “Rip me to pieces. Own my body. Take my soul. I’ll give it all to you,” he cries out, completely lost to the bliss. He feels so fucking amazing, custom-made for me and only me.

“I’ll take it without asking. It’s all mine. Never fucking doubt it.” I grab his wrists and yank them up over his head against the tree trunk. Keeping him pinned under me, at my mercy. What a fucking vision.

“Don’t let me forget then. Leave your marks on me. Punish me for pushing you away. Do it, Uri!”

I give his side two spanks before letting my nails trail down to his thigh. His mouth opens in a silent moan as I see the orgasm about to explode inside him. Oh, but not yet. I grip his dripping cock hard, halting the detonation. My thumb moves on the slit, making Sari scream.

“You deserve every bruise, every bite, every mark I make on your beautiful body. You’ll never say no to me again,” I growl darkly.

“But I will,” he gasps out. “Aren’t you afraid…I’ll leave…again?”

What the fuck did he say? I let my obsession run free. “Then I’ll make fucking sure you can’t walk!”

I piston roughly inside of him; my thumb is still plugging his dick, making it impossible for him to come.

Sari is thrashing against the tree, offering his slender neck to me.

I let go of his wrists to pull his hair to one side, and I strike down like a damn snake, sinking my teeth deep.

The taste of his sweet blood turns my desire raw, while Sari screams out all his unfathomable pleasure.

“Tell me I’m yours. Only me.” His voice breaks as tears start falling.

“Mine. Nobody else’s. I will fuck you until I have eradicated all your doubts.”

He’s pulling my anger apart with every tight clench, every wet kiss, and every erotic moan.

I move my thumb away, and he suddenly throws his head back, neck stretched in ecstasy, his hair a wild mane around his trembling shoulders as cum shoots out and trails down his belly. I wrap my hand around his mouth to silence his moans, which seems to heighten his pleasure.

He clenches around me so hard he forces the jizz out of my dick. And I bellow in bliss as I thrust hard and come deep within him. He shudders against me while I ride out wave after wave of pure ecstasy. In this moment Sari, my Sari, fills my entire being.

I hear both our harsh, ragged breathing in the silent forest. Sari’s small hands caress the broad expanse of my chest. Damn, my body refuses to pull away from him.

His flushed skin and sated, affectionate smile, the way his long eyelashes form shadows on those red cheeks.

The taste of his throat under my tongue, sweet and iron-like from the skin I broke before.

My cock is still buried deep, and the heat and pliancy of his body makes it twitch. It feels like I’ll never go fully soft. It’s always like this with him. I could stay inside him all day, fucking into him lazily, and the moment my dick hardened enough I could go again. And again. And again.

I lift my head and take his mouth, sipping his taste. When I let go, Sari’s sweet lips are curved into the most brilliant of smiles. I imprint it on my brain to remain there forever.

Hours later, we are back at the base. We stopped at a clinic to get a CT scan and an MRI to see if there were signs of concussion—Sari insisted I got checked too.

Once the doctor cleared us—he told us to rest and to come back if we felt dizzy or nauseated—we left.

A little bribe assured us his total discretion.

I won’t take it easy, though. Fuck that! I’ll give it my worst.

Trent the fucker is in the FUNS room, naked, lying on a table. Hands and feet tied by a chain. Usually I like to keep my donors on a chair, but the fucker here is a special case. The revenge kind. My very first. And after what Rami and Rague found at the cottage, the perfect donor.

They discovered several pictures of naked men bruised and tied up.

After a quick check, Serena let us know that every single man in those photos had gone missing or been found dead in Chicago and the surrounding areas in the last four years.

Nine men in total. Hunter is collaborating with the police on a case about one of those men.

“We have a serial killer in the base!” Lori declares.

“Whoo! We haven’t had a revenge one since I met you, Raph.” Michael is looking at Trent with curiosity.

“And you almost died,” Raph retorts, not showing the same sentiment, keeping his back to the FUNS room.

“You were the one who got kidnapped and almost strangled. I saved you,” his husband counters vehemently. He saved him? My perfect aim did.

“Should we recall the shooting part?” Rami reminds him. I was awesome as always. Michael…not so much.

I tune their conversation out, glancing at Trent the fucker first, before my gaze stops on Sari.

He surely fought tooth and nail, judging by the cuts, broken bones, and bruises he left on the fucker.

A sense of pride fills my chest as I smirk at my gorgeous, astonishing partner.

My dick agrees as it twitches, wanting more of him.

He’s been cuddled by everyone since we came back from the clinic—well Raph bumped his shoulder in something that passed for a pat.

Lori and Ollie are doing a weird celebratory-cleansing dance around him, now flailing their arms and skipping like drunk idiots.

“The Suri get-together plan worked! Cough it up, boys.” Lori stops in front of Gabe with a gloating expression.

My brother sighs. “You’ll have casual Friday at work with Mexican or Chinese food takeaways.”

“Did you really think I’d lose?” He taps Gabe’s cheek. “Hooking two handsome guys together, puh-leeze, my work was basically done for me. I just set it up and walked away.”

Is he talking about me and Sari?

“So, you’re a pimp,” Ollie taunts him.

“No. I’m the sass master.” Lori winks at Sari.

“Who won the Uri-will-fuck-it-up bet, though?” Michael asks. He hates those bets!

“What the fuck! I didn’t!” I growl. Is this the wager Linda was talking about?

“Oh, you did.” Ollie sniffs.

“Ren won,” Raph replies. “He chose today.”

“Bunch of idiots,” I mutter. They’re lucky I’m busy preparing myself for Trent the fucker. I want to focus all of my twisted thoughts on him.

“Where’s Hunter?” Sari asks Ollie. His voice is weak, slightly raspy.

“With the triplets. They went on one of their animal liberation missions.”

Ezra comes out of the lab—he’s been inspecting it for the last thirty minutes—and stops near me. I told him I want answers, so with the others, we decided to bring him here.

Rague and Rami are on their way back from the cottage. They had to stay behind to make sure the flames didn’t reach the forest.

“Is nobody going to talk about the doppelg?nger elephant in the room?” Lori suddenly asks. “I mean, there’s two of them now! My hot-twins fantasy would be alive if they weren’t both Uri, ugh.”

“I’m not Uri,” Ezra states as I send a glare Lori’s way.

He pouts, patting his curls as he salaciously says, “So, doppelg?nger, tell us about yourself. Every scandalous detail.”

“That’ll take a lifetime to recount.”

“Ah! Thought all psychos were ornery.” Lori’s hand waves in Raph’s direction.

“Gabe, you can do much better.” Raph’s taunt earns him a flipped finger.

The gremlin turns to Sari, who’s writing something on a notepad. “A little suggestion. Ass grabbing is an important part of every relationship. Who needs a love letter when you can just smack it and say’ I ’ m happy this beauty is fucking mine .’”

Gabe suddenly spanks his fiancé’s ass.

“ Hey!” Lori lets out.