Chapter Thirty
I move swiftly, grabbing Avery’s wrist and spinning her around. Her back slams against my chest, bringing the fight in her surging to the surface. She’s all fire, thrashing against me, her wild energy crackling in the air. I feel her pulse hammering under my grip on her wrists, her soft curves colliding with my hard lines. She’s resisting, but I can see through it. The way her body responds, the way her breaths hitch.
“You don’t want to fight, Angel,” I repeat beside her ear. “You want to feel justified in your anger. Spoiler alert, you’re not.”
Her body stiffens as I snake an arm around her waist, hauling her backward with me. She thrashes harder, but it’s no use. Her heat, her scent, her rage. It all fuels me, sharpening the edge of my control until it’s a thin, taut thread.
Avery’s lost sight of what matters, what’s real. Just because she is pissed at Huxley doesn’t mean she gets to punish him. It’s not our place to judge our chosen family, which is why I tend to walk away and let them figure out their mistakes for themselves. Then afterward, I swoop in and fix the fuckups they’ve made along the way.
Reaching the mirrored wall, I spin and press against the glass, the cold shock biting her skin through her thin T-shirt.
“Let me go,” she snarls, although her voice lacks conviction. I let the corner of my mouth curl into a smirk as I lean in, my breath brushing her lips .
“Not until you’ve come hard enough to see stars,” I mutter against her neck, punctuating the words with sloppy kisses. “And when you can barely stand, I’m going to march your spanked ass upstairs to apologize to Huxley.”
Stopping at the point where her neck meets her shoulder, I let my teeth graze at her soft skin, tasting the salt of her sweat. I savor the shudder that ripples through her as I bite down, just enough to leave a mark.
She tenses, defiance flashing in her dark eyes when I meet them. I can see her guilt buried beneath the layers of anger and stubborn pride, and I seize on it. My thumb brushes the corner of her jaw, tilting her face so she can’t look away.
“We’re all doing our best here,” I say softer now. “You were too hard on him. Don’t you agree, Angel?” She doesn’t immediately answer, too wrapped up in the way my fingers trail downwards, ghosting the fabric pulled tight over her breasts. Her body shudders beneath me, every nerve alight with anticipation. Finally, she nods.
“Good girl,” I rasp before crushing my mouth to hers.
Avery instantly falls victim to our fierce clash of teeth and tongue, of pent-up anger and raw, unfiltered desire. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be able to both calm and infuriate her like this, have her like putty in my hands. Gripping her hair, my body presses her harder against the wall. In return, she fists my T-shirt, yanking me closer and not letting go.
“Wyatt,” she gasps against my mouth, but it’s not a protest. It’s a plea. She’s finally surrendering. I growl low in my throat, gripping her hips to lift her. Those long, toned legs automatically wrap around my waist as I stride toward the weight bench. Lowering her down, I follow, my body caging hers, my lips never leaving hers.
Deft fingers sink into my hair, tugging sharply to open my mouth wider. Then her tongue is sweeping inside with the same possessive hunger I feel. I adjust her on the bench, ensuring she feels every inch of my cock pressing against her core. There’s no denying our connection anymore, and there’s no use being coy about craving it. Avery has let me in, and it’s only fair that I do the same for her.
“Look at you,” I murmur, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips swollen and parted, her chest rising and falling in frantic rhythm. “So desperate and willing.” I let my thumb brush the underside of her sports bra, teasing her and watching her shudder. “If I’d known I was doing you such a service, I wouldn’t have let you beat on Huxley for so long.”
Her glare is weak at best, out of habit rather than heat, but I don’t give her a chance to retort. My hands slide beneath her shirt, her skin hot and smooth under my palms. Her back arches, pressing her tighter against me, and I drink in the sound she makes, a desperate little gasp that goes straight to my cock.
I dip my head, dragging my teeth along her neck, pausing to suck and bite until those hands in my hair are tugging harder. She moans over and over, each one spurring me on, driving me deeper into the haze of this need that demands to be fulfilled. Now that I’ve started to learn Avery’s body, I can’t stop. I can’t take back the scratch marks imprinted in my back or unhear the way she cries my name when she clenches around me. There’s no going back.
I lift my face from her neck, swallowing to get a handle on myself. Focus Wyatt. Lesson first, reward after. Withdrawing my mouth, hands, and body from Avery, she blinks up through her haze, the image of wanton desire. I wish I could freeze-frame her like this, chest heaving and reaching for me. Gripping her thighs, I spin her around, steadying her with a flat back on the center of her back.
Avery gasps when I tug down her panties and leggings, leaving them coiled around her knees. She’s in prime position, bent over and bared to me. I inhale her sweet scent, my mouth going dry. My hands roam over her hips and ass, gripping and kneading, occasionally skating my fingertips over her cunt.
“I can’t believe I resisted this for so long,” I mutter to myself, letting my hunger bleed into every stroke, every squeeze. She’s stunning when she’s being submissive.
“Yeah, you truly deserve a medal,” Avery grunts, and I swear I can hear her eyes roll. My cock twitches. Scratch that, she’s irresistable when she’s being a fucking brat.
The sharp sting of my palm meeting her ass is immediate, and the yelp she lets out is music to my ears. I deliver another spank, this one harder and faster. Her shocked cry is infused with a moan, doing unknown things to me. Being with her, pleasuring her, short-circuits my brain. She wipes anyone who came before from existence, erases the rest of the world, and leaves me reeling. It’s just us and the feel of my palm soothing her reddened skin. When my fingers dip back towards her center, my brows shoot up, and I bite down on my free fist to hold back a groan.
“Soaking wet for me already?” I taunt, my voice thick with satisfaction as I tease my fingers through her slick heat, circling her clit with slow, deliberate movements. Her hips rise instinctively to meet my touch, a silent plea for more, and the way her body responds so openly makes a tremor run through me.
“I’m always wet for you, Wyatt,” Avery breathes, igniting something primal inside me. I wanted to resist, to make this last, but her soft moans filling the gym give my fingers a life of their own.
Pushing inside of her, I become enthralled by her tightness all over again. My free hand braces on her thigh, holding her wide open for me as I thrust deeper, curling my fingers to hit that perfect spot. Her back arches, her hands clutching at the bench, nails biting into the leather. She’s pure fire in my hands, and I can feel her unraveling with every movement.
Her soft, broken moans reverberate throughout the empty gym, filling the space and wrapping around me. I cannot resist her, especially when she's like this.
“Fuck it.” I pull my fingers back, earning a whimper of protest, until I sink down and thrust my tongue into her. A muffled groan escapes me at her irresistible taste. The sound is raw, feral, and she answers with a moan that leaves me undone. I grip her cheeks wide, spreading her for me. Swirling my tongue, I drag the wetness out of her, the taste both intoxicating and addictive.
Avery cries out. Holding her steady, my tongue flicks and circles, teasing her clit before diving back into her heat. Her thighs tremble around my head.
“Wyatt, please. I—” she mumbles. “I want you to fuck me.” I laugh against her cunt; the vibration causes her to shudder again. I glance across the room, catching sight of her in the mirror. Her flushed face, her eyes rolled back, her lips parted in ecstasy. The sight is enough to make me ache, and I press my tongue harder against her, determined to drive her higher .
She starts to tighten around my tongue and the fingers that have rejoined the party, slowly fucking her into the abyss. Her hips are bucking, and suddenly, she’s coming undone around me. Even then, I don’t stop. I devour her, piece by piece. Tear her apart with pleasure until her cries echo through the gym, and I feel her release flood over me, her body quaking.
I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, my chest heaving as I watch her. She looks utterly wrecked, her hair wild, her lips swollen, her eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
“Look at you,” I murmur, rounding her side to lean in and brush my lips against hers, letting her taste herself on me. “Completely ruined for anyone else.” Through her glassy stare and her pinkened lips, Avery slowly comes back to herself. A slow, small smile carves across her face.
“Garrett does it better.” A shock of laughter bursts out of me. Damn her, but her insolence just serves to make my dick that much harder.
Gripping her jaw, I drag her from the bench whilst tugging at my shorts. Freeing myself, Avery’s eyes widen greedily, but I jerk her up to face me at the last second.
“No teeth,” I growl just before I feed her my cock.