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WRAITH

T he look in her eyes tells me it won’t be an issue. Raven reaches out with tentative fingers and touches the apadravya piercing.

I suck in a breath, letting her take a minute for curious exploration.

I’m no psychologist or sex therapist, but it occurs to me that this is the first time I’ve desired someone in a long time.

I’m not talking wanting sexual release but feeling real bone-deep longing.

For what, I have no fucking clue. But something about this woman crosses my wires.

Instead of letting her soft body ease mine, I should be packing up my shit and stomping across the hallway to Smoke’s room, the only one in the place with two beds. He won’t care if I’m in there, even if he’s busy fucking one of the club girls. He’s an exhibitionist who loves an audience.

Hell, I could watch, jerk off, and chase some sleep.

But I can’t walk away from whatever this is for tonight.

All I can hope is that the cold light of day will bring the logic I can’t find right now.

The barest of touches from her brings out a primal urge to mark her as mine. I slide my palm over her shoulder, down her arm, and back again.

“It looks beautiful. Does it hurt?” Her wide eyes look up at me.

“It did, when I first got it done. For a few months after.” I climb to my feet, shuck the pajama bottoms, and take my chance to pull a box of condoms out of the side table.

Maybe we’ll fuck; maybe she’ll just tug on the barbell crossing my dick a few more times and call it a night. But what I do know is that not even a gun to my head could make me leave, and it will still be a good time.

I climb back into bed and tug her body to me. She feels almost fragile in my arms. Might take a minute for her to take me, and I can’t wait to feel how she’s gonna choke my cock.

Skin soft as silk, thick, lush hair, and I swear she smells delicious. Citrus and warmth. Yet, I challenge myself to take it slow.

Not just for her, but for me.

“God, you feel good,” I say as she settles against me.

Lips trace a line of kisses along my pec.

The reason I never kissed anyone else on the lips was because I wanted to cling to the last kiss Hallie ever gave me. If I’d known it was going to be our last, I would have made it last longer instead of rushing out the door to get to the club. Yet, while I feel like a traitor for even considering kissing Raven again, I can’t stop myself. She’s so light in my arms; I shift her up my body easily enough.

And when my lips hit hers, when that soft moan leaves her mouth, I sink into her.

She lifts her thigh over mine, opening her pussy to me, and I run my fingers over the curve of her ass before seeking her wet warmth.

“Axel,” she says, rolling her cunt against my hand.

My cock seeks an out, desperate to slide into her. I’m glad he’s squeezed between the two of us while she rides my hand.

Her clit is firm beneath my touch, and I circle it roughly. I have no idea what this woman likes and dislikes yet, but I look forward to figuring it out.

You’re just fucking her out of your system.

I need that to be true, but…

My control dissolves as Raven kisses along my cheek, my jaw, and bites my earlobe, sending a shiver through me.

I roll her off me and onto her back, stroking my hand down between her breasts until my palm rests on her stomach. What little light the moon provides highlights the faded purple bruises on her ribs and I have to bank the anger I feel.

If I ever meet that fucking person who hurt her, I’ll give him a matching one.

Black hair spills across my pillow. She’s like one of the women in Arthurian legends…keeper of the fae or Lady of the Lake or some shit.

Taking my weight in my arms, I lower myself over her and kiss her. Settling between her thighs, I lose myself in the cradle of Raven.

In the warmth of her.

She’s too short for my cock to be snug against her pussy while I’m kissing her, but I grind it into the bed to ease the ache.

Raven wraps her legs around me, and I slide my palm beneath the curve of her ass.

Her hand slides into my hair, her nails tenderly dragging along my scalp.

“Axel, please,” she begs against my lips.

For half a heartbeat, guilt sneaks through me. This should feel wrong.

Like I’m letting my girls down.

I’m being weak.

But, fuck, I think I want to be weak with this woman.

I kiss the line of her jaw, the curve of her breast. I tug the taut nipple into my mouth and suck on it harder than I probably should.

There’s a dark need to bite her. To mark her as mine. I restrict myself to teasing her with my teeth.

Her breasts are small but perfectly shaped to fit in the curve of my palm. Didn’t know I had a size-difference kink until right this minute.

She’s sensitive, squirming beneath me as I tease her.

I peck the underside of her breast and continue my journey south down the plane of her stomach. I brush my lips over her bruise tenderly, before kissing above her pussy.

“This okay?” I ask. “Because I really want to devour you.”

“Yes, please.”

Somewhere between my brain telling me to be gentle and my tongue getting its first taste of her cream, everything gets lost in translation. Because there is nothing gentle, nothing slow, about the way I eat her.

It’s messy, fulfilling, primal.

I lick and suck and bite.

I leave a hickey right next to her clit.

I want there to be no mistake when she wakes in the morning that we collided tonight.

Raven grips my hair tighter than the reins on a runaway horse. She enjoys the pleasure I’m giving her with every part of her body. Her knees fold up by my ears, her tits jiggle, her chest rises and falls rapidly.

“Oh, God,” she cries.

There’s a tone of wonder.

I double down, lapping her and then sucking on her clit so hard I know she’s going to ache tomorrow.

It’s so fucking hot, I grind my cock into the mattress. It’s not enough to ease the steady throb of blood pulsing through it.

But it’s what it takes to get this woman to the edge and over.

She comes hard all over my tongue, and I lap it up.

I split the difference between bringing her down slowly and needing to feel my cock inside her.

I climb back up her body, biting and sucking on her skin as I go. “You gonna let me fuck you, Raven?” I ask before smashing my lips to hers.

After all this time of not kissing someone, now I feel desperate for it. I crave it like an addict getting a fix of something that isn’t good for them, and yet they can’t live another minute without it.

“Yes,” she manages to murmur as teeth and lips collide.

I lift my weight off her and roll on a condom faster than I ever have in my life. Using my arms, I lift both her legs and push them wide, back toward her chest.

It leaves her pussy open to my use.

A glance tells me she’s going to be tight. I inch one of my fingers inside her but it’s so fucking snug when I attempt to insert another, my patience reaches its breaking point. I want to be kind and gentle, but I can’t wait. I line my cock to her creaming entrance and push the head in an inch.

“Fuck.” The word comes out on a groan.

“You’re too big,” she gasps.

The piercing helps my head feel bigger, more engorged. “You can take me, Blue.”

Her cunt quakes around me. Small tremors.

I slide back a little, then nudge forward, sinking farther into her. A glance down between us shows me just how much I’m stretching her. Those perfect lips of hers are pulled tight around my cock.

We look so fucking good together, it’s a wonder I don’t come. And I pause for a second to let some of the intensity of it all subside.

Then I repeat the slide and nudge, sinking deeper every time.

“Axel,” she calls out, gripping the bedsheets.

A vulnerability etches her face that tugs at every part of me. Everything that’s been tempered and buried within me fights free. It would be a fucking miracle to wake up with a woman who looks at me like I’m the answer to her every prayer.

I lower my lips to hers at the same time I thrust my hips, forcing my cock deeper inside her. She gasps, and I inhale her breath, wanting something of her inside me too.

I release her legs, and they fall down by my thighs. Cupping the back of her neck, I simply kiss her for a moment. Balls deep inside her pussy, with her lips on mine, I could die a happy man.

She’s warmth and comfort as her small hands reach around my back, holding me close.

I scoop my hands beneath her ass, aching to be even closer to her.

There were no plans for how I would fuck her. And even now, I find it hard to make any beyond taking her just like this because it feels so good.

“Love the way you’re taking me, Blue,” I say against her lips.

“I feel so full,” she replies.

Her words fuel my ego. I roll the two of us so that I’m on my back and she’s on top.

“Axel,” she cries, placing her palms on my chest.

“Ride me, Raven. Show me how you want to fuck me.”

She leans forward a little, and I notice she’s biting down on her lower lip. Narrow concentration lines form between her eyes.

It tugs at my dominant side as she balances her fears with my needs.

“Hey.” I cup her face. “You can’t do this wrong. Whatever makes it feel good for you is enough for me.” I tug her lip from her teeth with my thumb.

“I’m out of practice,” she admits quietly.

Fuck, if I don’t want to just scoop her up and hold her tight. Instead, I glance between us. “Doesn’t feel like it to me.” I sit up and wiggle us both back so I’m up against the pillows. We’re so close, I feel her nipples against my chest.

I place my hands on her hips and take over her movements. She’s small, so it’s easy. Her face is so expressive, I can tell with every adjustment I make whether it works for her or not. Riding, no. Grinding, yes.

Her head falls back as it starts to feel good for her. The layer of control she clung to slips out of reach. Her hands sneak around the back of my neck, holding us so our lips touch as we fight for breath.

I run my thumbs over the dimples at the base of her spine, completely lost in this woman’s body. Unable to resist, I bite down on her shoulder hard.

And it’s enough to send Raven over the edge.

Her forehead drops to my shoulder as she cries out.

The feel of her cunt squeezing the life out of me is more than I can handle, and I come with her in desperate pulses. Each one more powerful than the last.

I don’t want them to end.

I don’t want this to end.

“Blue,” I bark hoarsely.

I rub my palms over her back, her ass, then squeeze her to me. Our bodies are drenched in sweat, but I don’t want to change that. I just want to hold her.

Our breaths slow, and the room grows cool.

My head spins, and I know my world just changed irrevocably.

“Hate to move you, sweetheart, because I like the way you’re sitting right now. But both of us need me to go deal with this condom.”

Raven lifts her head. She looks so cute and sexy. Almost fuck drunk. In a tender move, she kisses the very corner of my mouth, then lifts off me.

It takes a few minutes for us both to use the bathroom, but when we settle back in bed, I feel an overwhelming sense of peace.

Her body fits perfectly against me as she lays her head on my shoulder and I wrap my arms around her, and in minutes we’re both fast asleep.

But, in the cold light of day, as sunlight creeps in around the edges of the drapes, I can see what a selfish fuck I’ve been. Hallie doesn’t deserve me fucking away her memory in the bed we used to share. And Raven deserves better than some guy who used her in the moment, but in the morning is still thinking about the wife he loved.

And yet, there’s also a reason I’ve being lying here in the half-light with Raven in my arms. Because it feels so fucking good. As soon as I leave this bed, it’s over, and while I’m not ready for that, I know I need to move before she wakes.

So, I force myself to slip my arm from beneath Raven’s perfect body and quietly shift to the far side of the bed.

My head’s a mess of thoughts as I sneak from beneath the covers and silently collect clothes before disappearing into the bathroom. Once the lockdown ends, I’ll ask Smoke to give Raven a ride home.

That should draw a line underneath this.

As long as I warn him to keep his fucking hands off her first.