Page 64 of Wild Heart
That was extreme,but fuck me, I loved it.
The cut on his forehead still leaked, and when the next stream of blood touched his skin, it also touched mine. The pads of my fingers were stained red, and I pressed them to the corner of his mouth, smearing the blood across his lips like paint.
And then we were kissing.
Papa invaded my mouth with an energy that knocked all the breath from my lungs. I felt the sharpness of his teeth against my bottom lip, and then I savored the taste of our blood as it mixed on my tongue. Currents of electricity raced down my spine, and my cock started to throb with need.
He wasn’t just kissing me.
He was claiming me, and he did it with an instinct that was so primal and so wild, I struggled to keep up.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He demanded.
“You.”
“That’s fucking right.” He gripped my chin. “Try to escape from me right now, and I swear to God I will put you on fucking leash.”
“Why would I want to escape?”
I licked across his lips, shivering against the ache in my jaw as he forced it open. Spitting into my mouth, he waited until I swallowed and then pointed a dire grin in my direction. “You belong to me, Solnyshko, and those eyes that looked for you… the ones thatscaredyou, I will crush them in the palm of my hand.”
“Ivan.” My stomach turned inside out. “Did you…find him? The wolf?”
“Ben is going to show you a picture, baby, and I need you to confirm if you’ve seen him before.”
Mr. Thomas stood over Ivan’s shoulder, a single photo pinched between his fingers. My heart raced, and the muscles in my hands weakened even as I dug my nails into Ivan’s neck. Breath trapped in my lungs, my gaze fixed on a smile I hadn’t seen in years.
It was just as wicked as it was then, and I could almost see his lips move,hearthem call out my name while his eyes searched through shadows for me.
Maaaaarcos.
“That’s him,” I whispered. “That’s The Wolf.”
Ivan made a dangerous sound, growling against my ear, but somehow I knew his anger was restrained. His lips opened, then closed, and he let go of my jaw to tug on the collar of his shirt, exposing a sliver of skin beneath the curve of his shoulder. A jagged circle was embedded within his skin—an old bullet wound he ran his finger over, tapping it twice.
“This was him.”
I stared at that scar, unblinking and quiet.
A torrent of anger gusted through me, and for all the hatred I’d kept for that man, it was nothing compared to the rage I felt staring at the mark he’d put on my papa. The impulse to tear it off Ivan’s skin was all-consuming, but I sank my teeth into it instead, replacing that vapid stamp with one of my own.
“What’s his name?”
“Solnyshko—”
“What’s. His. Name?”
“Dominic Delgado,” he spat, but his rage had bowed down to mine. Angry tears dampened my lashes, and he wiped them away with a bruised knuckle. “Delgado started a fight eight years ago, and we’ve been waiting to finish it.”
“We’ve been looking for the same person?”
He nodded and palmed my cheek. “I’m going to take care of him, baby. I promise.”
I believed him.
Of course I did.
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