Chapter 30 #2
“And I want you, Crew. I really fucking want you right now.”
“That’s all I wanted.” He smiles. “Now I’m asking you to shut up.” Crew’s hand wraps around my jaw. “For once. Shut the hell up.”
I nod and push all my thoughts aside except one.
Fuck it.
Crew’s eyes widen as my lips crash against his, nearly taking my breath away.
His mouth opens, and I taste the sweet blend of us together—darkness and light in a perfect blend of beautiful smoke.
He groans as his tongue moves with mine, and I feel something shift between us.
No matter the hurt, the lies, the deceit, this is all that matters right now, and I make a promise to myself that I’ll never hurt this man again.
I see what he’s done for me, and I’m done hating him.
I move my hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer, desperate for more of him, and he lets me lead the way.
His weight presses against me as his hands travel all over my body, always ending up back on my breasts.
I move my hips as an ache settles into my core, and I moan into his mouth as he pushes me into the wall behind me.
Crew’s hips thrust against mine, and I feel another rush of desire, like I'm about to burst from this alone.
Crew lifts me up, wrapping my legs around him, as he spins and drops to his knees.
He lays me down where we started, and I feel the warm blood seep into my back.
Crew moves closer, his familiar weight pressing against me once more between my thighs.
I open my hips wider for him to move between them, silently cursing the clothes separating our bodies.
My breathing becomes more rapid, and he breaks our kiss to raise up slightly. Crew looks down at my body, my blood-stained face, and I glance at his, looking the same. A wild look flashes across his face, and without an ounce of pain pulsing through his system, he pulls his shirt over his head.
His toned stomach glistens in the dim apartment lighting, and I slowly look at each butterfly tracing his chest and abdomen to perfection.
My core turns molten, and I reach for him, desperate to feel the weight of his body on mine once again.
My fingers slide between each of the grooves of his stomach, and he catches my wrist.
“Do you want this?” Crew looms over me, waiting for my response. “After everything I’ve done, after everything you’ve done. This is what you want?”
I blink, letting the lust nearly drive me mad, and think for a second.
This is Crew.
I’ve loathed him—despised him—and only moments ago found out that he’s been lying to me. But I’ve done worse—I’ve been worse—and if he can forgive me after everything, I can forgive him for being hesitant to tell me about the Voids.
His blood flows through mine like a dark current, and in my soul, I know he’s not lying to me anymore. Everything has been aired out, and starting now, we can begin anew.
“Mara?” he repeats. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
I shake my head, unable to find the words in that moment. “No.”
“Tell me you want me, blood slinger.” His eyes darken.
I prop on my elbows and glare at him. An unsettling feeling moves across his face, like he just somehow fucked up again, and I grin.
“I want you, Crew.”
He hums.
“I need you,” I whisper.
Crew smiles wickedly.
“And if you don’t come back down here and fuck me, I will kill you.”
His eyes darken. “I don’t doubt that either.”
Crew falls back on top of me, pinning me to the ground, and I gasp as his lips slam against mine. He’s more frantic this time, as if he’s wanted this to happen for as long as he’s known me. His hands travel up my shirt, squeezing my aching breasts again, and I let my hands explore his hard body.
Crew is the taste of pure darkness, like poison that creeps through me as he works to explore every ounce of my mouth with his. He pulls back once more, and I snap in protest.
“Take off your shirt,” Crew demands. “I need your delicious nipples in my mouth.”
“You do it,” I reply. “Don’t be lazy, Bannermin.”
He laughs wildly, and I rise, letting him remove the tight black shirt from my body.
The cool air peaks my nipples, and Crew tosses the shirt to the far side of the room.
His gaze returns to me, and he stares at my bare chest. A deep lust dazes his eyes, and his arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me to sit on the loveseat.
Crew kneels before me, pressing his body between my legs, and grabs my tits firmly.
He leans in, his stare burning a hole through me, and I run my fingers through his thick, black hair.
The shock of his touch rattles my core as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
I tilt my head back, enjoying the vibrating sensation as Crew Bannermin kneels before me.
His tongue works in perfect rhythm to tease and pleasure me all at the same time.
With each stroke of his tongue, I swear I could—
Don’t come, Mara. Keep it together.
Another moan escapes my mouth, and I glance down to see a bit of fresh blood leak from the wound on his neck. He pauses, feeling my body tense, and touches the cut. His face comes in line with mine, and I hold him still to look.
“It will heal,” he says. “Please don’t worry about me right now.”
I lean forward, tilting his head toward my mouth and drag my tongue over the blood, licking the drip clean off his body before returning my gaze to him. Crew’s eyes are wild, and a slow smile spreads across his devilish face.
A surge of power rushes through me from his blood, and it is deliciously dark.
“Fucking Christ,” Crew rasps. “You little bloodthirsty thing.”
“You need to heal more,” I say.
He stares at me. “I can assure you that’s not what I need right now.”
“Then tell me what you need.” I lean down, licking the trickling blood again, and moan as the tingle numbs my tongue. “Tell me what you want right now.”
“You, Mara,” Crew nearly whimpers. “Only you.”
“I want to hear it leave your lips.”
He leans forward once more, our mouths nearly touching as his tongue moves across my lips, making my breath hitch.
“I need to fuck you right now. I need your blood running through my goddamn veins more than I need my own.” Crew bites my bottom lip. “And I desperately need that pretty little cunt of yours wrapped around my dick.”
I suck in a breath, and he moves over me once more, devouring me with his lips.
My core throbs, and I’m desperate to see what makes Crew so cocky.
I lower my hands to remove his pants, and he does the same.
We both work together to do what we can to make this happen faster.
Moving as if time is running out—like if we don’t fuck, we’ll explode.
All this pent-up frustration and anger are radiating off me, and I know Crew and I are going to have excellent sex.
“Crew,” I rasp. “Fuck me. Now.”
I unbutton his pants and slowly slide my hand down while he works to remove mine. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, lost in our lust, and moan. I bite his bottom lip, moments from wrapping my hand around his cock, and I freeze as a rattling sound echoes from the outside.
“Did you hear that?” I whisper.
A knock on the door sounds, and Crew jerks his gaze toward the barely functioning wood after I kicked it in.
There is a hole in the wall near the doorframe, the table is pushed out of the way, bloody towels line the floors in the bedroom and living room, and we’re both nearly naked with our faces stained with blood.
“Who the fuck is that?” Crew rages.
“How would I know!”
I quickly stand, rushing to the bedroom to throw Crew’s massive shirt over my head, all while Crew buttons his pants, leaving his chest on display. He doesn’t attempt to hide the towels or straighten up the apartment before ripping the door open with a force that nearly takes it off the hinges.
“What?” Crew’s voice echoes loudly into the darkness.
Damien stands on the other side of the door with a smile spread across his face. It doesn’t take him long to notice the towels, blood, and clothes on the ground before his eyes widen.
“Oh, hey?” He steps inside.
“What are you doing here?” Crew groans.
I emerge from the bedroom and offer him a sly smile as he puts two and two together.
Damien looks around. “Were you fighting or fucking?”
“Neither,” I groan.
Damien grumbles, “I’m confused?”
“Stay here,” Crew snaps to Damien. “I’ll be right back.”
Crew slams the door, grabs my hand, and pulls me back into the bedroom, pressing my back against the wall to keep me out of Damien’s view. His face moves inches from mine, and I can still see and smell the lust oozing from him. His hand wraps tightly around my jaw, and I nearly explode.
“This isn’t over, blood slinger. I am very far from done with you.
” He licks my neck, traveling up to bite my ear, and I’m wet all over again.
“Next chance I have, I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy until your throat is raw from screaming.
With my tongue first to taste how irresistible I know you are, then with my cock.
” His hand squeezes my jaw tighter. “I’m going to absolutely ruin you. ”
Holy hell.
“You are mine to torment, now. Mine.”
I swallow hard and grin, trying to act casual. “Whatever you say, Bannermin.”
He presses his lips against mine and quickly pulls back, taking my bottom lip with him. “Call me by my last name all you want, little angel, but when I’m done with you, I’ll make sure you are only screaming my first.”
He turns on his heels and walks around the doorframe. I remain frozen, thinking I may be the one who needs a cold shower with the water hose.
I hear Damien sigh. “What is it with me walking in on people having sex?”
“We weren’t,” Crew says. “Thanks to you.”
“So, things are going well?” Damien laughs, and I listen from around the corner. “I leave you alone for a few days, and I come back to this shit?”
“Why are you here a day early, Damien?” Crew asks. “What could you possibly want, other than to make me miserable right now?”
“It’s bad at home.” I hear Damien begin to pace. “The Orders are in a fucking panic. Griffin Kaa is dead.”