Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
The moonlight casts a shadow in the shape of my blade over his face.
I reach down and unbutton my pants on my own, moving to shove them off along with the rest of my clothes.
“I need to come,” I tell him, my voice low and steady.
“So come, then. Not my fucking problem.”
I sigh as my hand closes around my own cock.
I do what he says.
I don’t touch him.
Instead, I just stay straddled above him, one of my hands pushed down onto the mattress on the left of his head, the other on my dick.
I stroke my cock as I look down at him, and I watch his eyes widen, just a little.
I expect he might shove me out of bed.
Maybe pull my own knife out of that wood and try to hold it on me.
But instead I watch as Rayne bites down on his lower lip, then reaches to pull his cock out, taking it in his fist.
Oh, you desperately need to get off, too?
What a goddamn surprise.
The hail outside has lessened but now there’s a steady rain, constantly pattering on the window as my breath quickens.
“Is this what you wanted out of me?” he says in a low tone. “Pretend you’re protecting me, then get in my bed?”
I grip the base of my dick, squeezing it tight and then moving up into a steady stroke.
“Not pretending to protect you. I am going to protect you, no matter how cocky or ungrateful you act about it.”
He narrows his eyes. “I think you just finally have a place to put your bloodlust.”
“Can’t it be both? I can hurt someone who deserves it and help you at the same time. Win win.”
Suddenly he moves to press his palm down on my throat, and I can’t help but laugh as I feel his pressure on my neck.
“What happened to your whole no-touchies rule?” I say, my voice coming out a little different as he pushes down on my windpipe.
He looks so good when he’s like this.
When I get under his skin.
Rayne Colson always looks so sweet, but when I piss him off, a slow fire burns within him and makes him look a little more like a wolf. More like me than like a loyal puppy dog.
Loyal to my brother… but you come alive with me.
He drags his hand down a moment later, releasing my throat, and I miss it instantly.
“I hate you,” he utters.
“But you like this. Admit it.”
“Fuck off.”
“Say it, Colson.”
His words come out breathy and broken because he’s pumping his cock hard, now.
“I like knowing that you’re touching yourself because you can’t help yourself around me,” he tells me. “Onyx is my world. You aren’t going to change that.”
“I’ve already changed it. Claimed you as mine. My brother had no clue what was going on under that table. Or what you did for me in the library.”
He moans, but he won’t admit he wants that again, too.
When Rayne looks at me like this, it’s hard not to want to come.
“I’ll never be yours,” he says.
But he’s quickening his pace on his cock now, too.
“Want to watch you come,” I say, ignoring what he’s saying. “I know you’re going to come for me. Look me in the eye.”
His breathing is heavier now. He’s looking at me like he wants to stuff a gag into my mouth.
He reaches up and grips my ass, hard.
As he squeezes me, breaking his rule all over again, his eyelids drop a little.
“I’m going to come,” he says, his voice quiet now.
“Good boy, Rayne. Keep breaking your rules for me. I’m not forcing you. You want to.”
Watching him lose control is enough to make me lose it too.
He curses under his breath as he comes, and he shoots far, all the way up to the center of his chest. White streaks cover up the light red mark that the back of my knife left on his skin.
Tension coils under the base of my cock and I let go, coming along his stomach and chest.
And he almost looks as good covered in it as he did swallowing it.
I’m breathing heavy.
I know I own him, yet somehow I still want more.
He looks utterly used now, his face flushed and his hair all fucked up.
“Never happening again,” he utters.
I breathe in deep.
“Say that once you’re not covered in our cum.”
“Fuck.”
“Your voice sounds hot when it’s all ragged. Do you always like being called a good boy? You want me to do that next time, too?”
“I told you, it’s not happening again.”
“Keep telling yourself that—”
I’m cut off by a loud knocking at the door.
Rayne visibly tenses up at the sound, his half-lidded eyes going wider.
Someone is in the hallway.
“Rayne,” I hear a deep voice call out from behind the door.
I can’t help but smile when I realize it’s Weston’s voice.
My brother is right there in the hall.