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As soon as she rounds the corner, I pull the clip out of my hair and fling it at the wall. Bending over, I shake it out and run my fingers through it. Flipping back up, I smile at them.

“That's better,” I moan, then narrow my glare on Thorn.

“You. Left. Me. To. Her.” I snarl. He backs up, his hands in the air. He grins at me, his eyes filled with laughter.

“Run,” I warn him. Jax shakes his head and slips past, kissing my cheek on the way.

“See you in a bit, baby. Try not to kill him.”

I nod but don’t take my eyes off Thorn as he spins and starts jogging away.

I stare after him, hunting him. When I get hold of him…

I let him have a head start before I chase him through the halls, my eyes on his back as he manages to stay just ahead of me.

I ignore the looks we are getting, and slip and slide around people and corners, intent on getting him.

Rounding a corner, I am flung into the wall.

Thorn peers at me, his grin in place as he holds me there, his muscles not even straining as he pins my lower body with his.

“I’ve caught you, so now what shall I do with you?” he asks silky, his eyes heating as I watch.

“Thorn,” I warn. He darts in and kisses me before pulling back and looking around.

Spotting whatever he’s looking for, he twines our hands and pulls me with him.

Opening a random door, he shoves me through and follows behind me.

I don't even get to turn before he spins me around, his hands on my ass, lifting me until I wrap my legs around his waist, and his mouth devours mine.

I give as good as I get, hungrily chasing him as my back meets a wall.

I rub myself on him, loving the feel of him hardening between my legs.

He pulls away, his eyes wild as he pants.

I lean back against the wall and watch him, my nipples hardening.

I lick my lips to swallow his taste, and he watches me with a pained groan.

“I need you, babygirl. ”

“I’m yours.”

He watches me before grabbing me again and striding across the room.

He drops me down to my feet, and before I can groan at losing the feel of him between my legs, he pushes me on the chest, making me fall into a table with a bang.

He lifts me onto the hard surface, my legs spread wide to accommodate his size.

“Hands up,” he growls. I lift my hands and he yanks my top over my head, my bra soon follows, flung over his shoulder. My nipples could cut glass right now, my desire fed by the stark hunger on his face. He looks beautiful and dangerous, and I can’t wait for him to be inside me.

“Lay down and grip the table above you,” he grumbles out, as he undoes my trousers, watching me as I do as I am told.

I grip the edge of the table, my arms straining above me, arching my neglected chest in the air.

I watch, licking my lips as he pulls my trousers and panties off.

When I am lying naked and needy, he stops and runs his eyes over my prone form.

His fingers follow his eyes, trailing over my skin, leaving fire in his wake.

I am about to groan in frustration when his hands span my hips and dig in, squeezing in warning.

“I’m going to do to you what I have wanted to do since the moment I met you.

You try to fight me and I will punish you.

” I arch my eyebrow as he grins at me, before lowering his mouth to my centre, his eyes on me the whole time.

My head falls back with a moan as he devours my pussy like he did my mouth.

“Look at me,” he demands, his voice vibrating against me. I lift my eyes, and when they meet his, he licks my pussy from top to bottom. His hands grip me tighter, holding me still, as he licks me like his favourite dessert, avoiding where I need him the most.

“Thorn,” I groan out. I feel him grin against me as he sucks my clit. I nearly come off the table, but he holds me tight to his mouth as he nips and sucks until I’m screaming, riding his mouth as much as I can.

When I ride out the end of my orgasm, I lay lax against the table. He watches me from between my thighs, an evil smile on his face.

“Fuck,” I pant as one of his fingers stretches me, before he adds another. He doesn’t give me time to adjust before scissoring them and rubbing inside me. I can finally lift my hips and I start fucking myself on him as he watches.

“Please,” I beg, my need already mounting back up, my pussy clenching around him, needing so much more. He fucks me harder, faster, still watching me, as I feel myself winding higher, so close. I cry out when his fingers leave me, feeling empty and so close to coming again.

He stands up between my parted thighs, somehow having lost his pants. His cock stands tall and proud between his legs, longer than Maxen and thicker than Drax. It’s a monster, and my mouth waters and my pussy clenches.

“Thorn, either get the fuck inside me or finish me off,” I demand. He laughs as he steps closer, his hands stilling my shaking legs. He rubs his cock along my pussy, making me bite my lower lip.

“Anything you want, I’m all yours.” He thrusts into me on the last word, stretching me, filling me so deep I cry out and writhe beneath him.

He doesn’t give me time to adjust before pulling out and ramming back into me.

His thrusts are brutal, hard, perfect. All I can do is hold on to the table as he fucks me.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, so fucking tight,” he groans out.

He lifts my legs until they are over his shoulders, hitting a new angle and making me moan.

One of his hands holds me to him as he pummels into me, the other moves up my body, flicking my clit before moving to my breast. He twists and flicks my nipple, making me tighten around him as I pant.

He grins, but it’s strained and his thrusts are more erratic.

“I can’t wait for you to come on me. Fuck, babygirl you are so beautiful when you let go,” Thorn groans.

His hand wanders again, moving lower and I clench in anticipation, making him growl.

His hand cups my arse for a moment before running along the crack.

I narrow my eyes at him as he grins. He bends over, trapping me as he fucks me deeper.

I cry out as I start to reach my peak, his finger lightly rims my other hole before dipping in slightly.

The pressure of his finger, coupled with his cock, has me coming with a scream, my hands rushing to his shoulders, cutting into them in my haze to keep him deep inside of me.

He thrusts in deeper than before and I feel him explode. He grunts before stilling on top of me, both of us panting and slick with sweat.

“Sands below,” I gasp. His head falls into the crook of my shoulder.

“You have ruined me, babygirl,” he whispers as he pants into my skin.

We both groaned when he pulled out of me, my body turning cold and empty, but it didn't last for long.

He found something to clean us both up with, then gently lifted me and laid us down on the floor next to the table, him on his back and me resting on his chest. Of course, he is a cuddler, I smile at the thought.

“I know about Drax and Jax, and even Maxen has told me about his past. But I don't know how you met them, will you tell me?” I ask curiously.

Drawing circles on his chest where my head rests, the difference between our skin colours is amazing.

We look good together. My pale creamy skin light against his dark smooth one.

I should get up, we have things to prepare before we leave, but I don't want to leave his arms.

“You remember how they said I was born up here?”

I nod, my fingers still drawing circles. His hand comes up and he laces his fingers with mine, stilling my movement. Lifting my head, I rest my chin on his chest, looking into this face.

“Yes?”

Thorn leans forward and kisses me before laying his head back, his satisfied eyes on the ceiling.

“You don’t have to tell me,” I say softly. He squeezes me and sighs, his face stricken and his body rigid against me.

“I want to, it’s just I haven't ever told anyone the full story. Even Maxen only knows parts and he’s my brother.

” I rub my chin on his chest, trying to give him my strength and comfort.

“It’s strange, it’s been coming back to me since we arrived in The Rim.

I guess I repressed some of it after we escaped to the cities. ”

“Escaped?” I ask softly.

“Fuck, babygirl, I’m not telling this right.

Let me try again.” He takes a deep breath, his chest moving beneath me.

“I was born up North and we didn’t leave when it all started to go to shit.

It wasn't until my father was killed by a looter that my mum decided to try and get somewhere safer with me and my sister.

We made it over halfway, but my sister got sick.

She was only a little girl. So tiny, I had promised my dad I would protect them both, but I couldn't. We got split up, we were near where the old coast used to be and a wave came in. The waves, the ones that never retreated. I had to fight just to stay afloat, and when I smashed into a tree and broke my ribs, I managed to climb it. I waited there for days until I realized the water wouldn't be receding. I ended up climbing down and trying to swim through it, that’s where I got the scar.” I lean up and stroke my finger across the wicked looking scar which runs through his left eyebrow, he closes his eyes as I do.

“I hardly ever notice it, it’s just part of you. It’s Thorn.” He smiles at me.

“A piece of something hit me in the face. I remember I could hardly see as blood dripped down my face, but I managed to fight my way to land again. I searched for them for days, but I was getting weaker and I passed out. When I woke up, I was tied to a bit of wood and covered up. A man, he saved me. He treated my wounds and fed me, and got me to the cities. He stayed with me there, telling me how his son had died early on and he wanted to be able to save as many as he could. God, I hated him at first for taking me away. I would have kept looking for them until I died. All I saw for years when I closed my eyes was my sister’s tiny little hand clutching mine as she cried, only for it to be snatched away as the water took her.

It’s something I have to live with, knowing I failed them.

It was probably for the best I didn't find them, I think I would have curled up and died if I saw their bodies.”

“You don’t think they made it?” I ask softly.

“No, babygirl. It was a miracle I did, and they were ill and weak. No, for my own sanity, I can't think about them being alive.”

“I’m so sorry. But you wouldn't have, you would have kept fighting. It’s who you are. We are your family now. I know it can't replace the one you lost, but you have us.” He smiles that breathtaking smile at me. He cups my cheek, his heat seeping into me as his eyes turn serious.

“I know, babygirl, and I am so fucking lucky. You are my everything, Tazanna Worth.”