Page 101 of Vendetta

“Clear the garage and lock it down. No one in or out until I say so.” Nico’s voice was an inhuman growl, holding onto the last thread of control.

My fingers dropped to the waist of Ollie’s pants, wrestling them down his hips. His cock thrummed with heat as it nestled between my thighs.

Slick pulsed from his cock, running down the length of his piercings as he slid it over my glossy folds. The metallic ladder ground against my clit, dragging a gasp from my lungs.

“Do you like that, baby?” Ollie’s words trailed over my neck.

I lifted my hips, adjusting his angle to notch against my entrance. “Yes, Ollie, do it. I want you to.”

As soon as I asked, he surged forward, his hips driving into me. His piercings ratcheted up the pleasure with every careful thrust. I arched under him, wanting everything. Every inch, every kiss, every breath. His lips dropped to my throat, teeth dragging lower, over my collarbone, then to the swell of my breasts. “I want to mark you right here.” He murmured against my aching nipple.

My orgasm teased, that dark precipice just out of reach. My pussy fluttered around his solid length. It was right there, waiting. Desperate. “Yes,” I gasped.

His teeth circled my nipple, sucking it deep, and then broke the skin. The pain was a whisper next to the crash of pleasure that exploded from the sting of his bite. I cried out, my belly clenching as waves of ecstasy rolled over me.

He pulled his bloody mouth from me, licking the wound clean and sending tiny sparks of pleasure mixed with pain firing up my spine. I moaned as a torrent of aftershocks ignited under my skin.

Ollie banded an arm around my waist and rolled us so he was on top. His head rested on the car door, and my legs were pressed on either side of his hips. I had to duck so I wouldn’t hit my head, but he was still hard and thick inside me. He guided my hips, rocking them slowly, but his eyes were fixed on the raw, red wound perfectly circling my nipple. It was beautiful, almost like art. My eyes misted over. Not from pain, but from happiness.

“I can feel you,” Oliver murmured, mystified.

He flexed his hips, driving up into me while holding me still with his hands. I moved with him, pleasure flooding over me. When I let loose a long, keening moan, his soul-deep groan reached into my core.

I rocked my hips, careful of his injured leg, but his grip tightened, and he pulled me down onto him harder and faster.

“I’m gonna come again,” I panted, looking down into his half-lidded eyes.

“You feel so good, baby. Mark me. Make me yours.” Oliver’s fingers dug into my hips, guiding me to new heights.

As I balanced on the edge of oblivion, my lips dropped to his throat, opening around the muscle between his neck and shoulder. My teeth ached with the rightness of it and then sank in. As soon as the flavor of his French toast scent hit my taste buds, a tether snapped into place. I could feel the slick, tight slide of my pussy driving him to his peak and the warmth of emotion swirling in his chest. It was almost too much combined with my own, and I shattered, screaming as a hot flood of his seed erupted inside me.

The car swerved, jostling me above Ollie, but he caught me and held me to his chest. “Do you feel it?” he asked into my hair.

I felt every lingering wave of pleasure looping between us. I mumbled a reply that sounded vaguely affirmative, but I’m not sure anyone understood.

The lights outside the car changed from the dark night sky and flashes of streetlights to dull concrete. The car shut off, and the doors banged open, then shut. I wasn’t ready to move, but the back doors opened and calloused hands lifted me off Oliver. We both muttered protests until the scent of our alphas rolled over us. Cruz scooped me into his arms, and I buried my face in his neck, the memory of biting Oliver fresh in my mind. I nipped at his throat, and he chuckled.

“Not yet, hellcat. I want to be inside you.”

That sounded incredible, and my body flushed with the promise of what was to come. Nico had his arm around a naked Ollie, steadying him as he limped, following behind.

Being stuck in an elevator drowning in my scent match’s pheromones was torture. The chime dinged almost instantly, and we were moving again. Black velvet walls passed in a blur, and the scent of French toast soared as we passed through a black door and hurried through a darkened living space into a room with acoustic tiles covering the walls.

Cruz laid me on a massive bed, piled with fuzzy blankets and soft, charcoal-colored jersey sheets. No windows. The rest of the pack stripped off their clothes and crawled into the nest.

Nico propped himself in the corner, green eyes watching over us. I could feel the heat of his gaze on my bare skin.

Oliver’s contentment washed over me as he lowered himself into the blankets beside Nico. The thick silence intensified the nerves fluttering in my belly.

I glanced behind me, and Cruz crawled in after us. The low lighting rippled over his dark skin like a panther stalking through shadows. Instinctively, I inched back, but he caught my ankle and pulled me to him.

Cruz

“No more lies. No more games, hellcat. Can you handle that?” I growled as I prowled over her until she was caged beneath me.

She whimpered, blinking those pretty blue eyes up at me and nodding.

“Good.” My lips dropped to hers, prying them open and delving inside with a soul-destroying kiss. I poured all the hurt and worry that I’d refused to voice into it.