Chapter 10
Violet
The cabin feels different when we walk back in.
Quieter.
He locks the door behind us without looking at me.
I slide out of my coat and hang it by the door. My fingers fumble with the zipper for a second before I still them. Boots next. I toe them off and leave them by the wall.
My phone buzzes before I can say anything.
Lyla.
I answer immediately.
“I’m home,” she says. Her voice is tired but steady. “Tank dropped me off. Made sure I got inside.”
Relief hits hard enough that I have to lean against the wall.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be.” A pause. “You came.”
“Always,” I say, before I think about it.
Silence stretches between us.
“I’m really sorry about last night,” she says quietly.
“I know.”
We don’t get into it.
“Lock your doors,” I say.
“I already did.”
We hang up.
I turn around.
Blade is watching me from the living room, leaning against the arm of the couch.
When I end the call, he pushes off and crosses the room in three steps.
I don’t brace.
I don’t step back.
His hands come up slower this time. Careful. Like I might crack if he moves too fast.
He cups my face.
“You’re shaking,” he says quietly.
“I’m not.”
A lie.
His thumbs brush beneath my eyes, not wiping tears, just checking. Making sure.
“You did good,” he says.
The words hit harder than the gunshots did.
My breath stutters.
“I was scared,” I whisper.
His mouth curves faintly. “I was scared too.”
That undoes me.
He lowers his forehead to mine.
“I will burn this whole world down before I let anyone touch you again,” he says, voice low. Certain. Not a threat. A fact.
Something inside me gives.
I don’t answer.
I grab his shirt and pull him down.
His hand slides into my hair, gripping, anchoring me as his mouth takes mine like he’s been holding back all night. Like the second he let himself feel anything, it would’ve cracked him open.
I kiss him harder.
He makes a low sound against my mouth that goes straight through me.
His other hand drops to my waist, pulling me flush against him. No space. No hesitation.
His body is a wall of heat and muscle against mine, the leather of his cut rough under my palms as I clutch at him.
I can feel the steady thrum of his heart through his shirt, matching the wild beat of mine.
He breaks away first, breath hot on my skin. Those dark eyes bore into me, intense, like he's memorizing every inch.
“You don’t even know what you do to me.”
His hand tightens in my hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
I don't speak. I can't.
Instead, I pull at his cut, peeling it off his broad shoulders. He shrugs out of it, letting it drop to the floor with a heavy thud.
Underneath, his shirt clings to his muscled chest, tattoos peeking at the collar. My fingers fumble with the hem, pulling it up and over his head.
He watches me, a low growl building in his throat as I trace the ridges of his abs, feeling the power coiled there.
Then his hands are on me, large and callused, gripping the bottom of my shirt. He strips it off in one swift motion, unclips my bra, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My nipples harden instantly, and he stares, hunger flashing in his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, cupping one breast, thumb circling the peak roughly.
I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping. His jeans press against my thigh, the bulge there unmistakable, straining against the denim. But he doesn't rush.
Instead, he hooks his fingers into my pants and shoves them down, taking my panties with them. I step out, kicking them aside, fully bare now, my eyes locked on his as vulnerability mixes with want.
He strips next, efficient, like everything he does.
Jeans shoved down. Black briefs clinging to thick thighs. His cock tents the fabric, hard and ready. He kicks them off, stepping out of everything.
He guides me back toward the couch, but doesn't let me sit. Instead, he sinks to his knees on the rug, pulling me down with him until I'm perched on the edge, legs spread wide.
The couch cushions my back as he positions himself between my thighs, hands gripping my hips, thumbs digging in just enough to bruise.
“Let me take care of you first, love,” he says, voice low and commanding.
His breath fans over my pussy, already slick with arousal. I nod, threading my fingers through his short-cropped hair, feeling the faint scar near his temple under my touch.
He dives in without warning, mouth hot and insistent. His tongue flattens against my folds, licking a long, slow stripe from entrance to clit. I gasp, hips bucking, the sensation electric—wet, warm pressure that makes my toes curl.
He growls against me, the vibration shooting straight to my core, as he laps at my juices, tasting me like he's starved.
One hand slides up my thigh, spreading me wider, while the other kneads the soft flesh of my ass.
His tongue circles my clit, teasing the nub before sucking it between his lips—hard, pulling a cry from my throat.
I'm curvy, full, and he handles me like he loves every inch, rough edges of his beard scraping my inner thighs. He slides his tongue inside me, shallow thrusts that make me writhe.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening.
Then two fingers join, thick and scarred, sliding into my wetness. He curls them, hitting that spot deep inside, pumping in rhythm with his tongue flicking my clit.
Pressure builds fast, coiling tight in my belly. My breaths come in pants, my hair sticking to my sweat-damp skin.
“Please... oh god,” I whimper, legs trembling.
“Come for me,” he demands, voice muffled against my pussy, sucking harder. His fingers thrust deeper, faster, the wet sounds filling the living room.
I shatter, crying out his name as waves crash over me, pussy clenching around his fingers, release soaking his hand and mouth. He doesn't stop, licking me through it, drawing out every pulse until I'm boneless, slumped against the couch.
He moves closer to me then, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, cock throbbing untouched.
His eyes burn with need, but there's tenderness too as he leans down, kissing me softly, letting me taste myself on his lips.
“You're mine now, love” he whispers, rough hand stroking my cheek. “And I'll make sure you never doubt it.”
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, mixing with the aftershocks still trembling in my limbs.
I trace the scar near his temple with my fingertip, feeling the rough texture under my touch. His dark eyes soften for a split second, but the hunger doesn't fade. It's there, raw and possessive, as he pulls me closer on the couch.
“I want you. All of you.”
“All of me, huh?” he murmurs, a smirk tugging at his lips, but his voice is thick with desire.
He shifts us in one motion. I’m flat on the rug now, hair splayed around me.
He kneels between my thighs, and hooks my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half, exposing my pussy completely.
“Gonna take you right here, love,” he growls.
The tip of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing the slick folds still sensitive from his mouth. I whimper, arching up, needing more.
“Please,” I breathe, fingers clutching the rug beneath me.
He doesn't make me wait long. With a deep grunt, he thrusts forward, burying half his length inside me in one go. The stretch burns deliciously, my walls clenching around him, still tender from before.
“Fuck, so tight,” he hisses through gritted teeth, holding still for a beat to let me adjust.
His hair is damp with sweat, falling slightly over his forehead. I reach up, tangling my fingers in it, pulling him down for a messy kiss.
Our tongues clash, tasting of me and him, as he rocks his hips, sinking deeper until he's fully seated, balls pressed against my ass.
He starts slowly, each thrust grinding against that spot inside me. His hands roam, one pinning my wrist above my head, the other squeezing my breast, rolling the nipple between rough fingers.
“Harder,” I gasp against his mouth, the plea spilling out unbidden.
The possessiveness in his eyes flares, and he obliges, pounding into me with raw force. The slap of his hips against mine echoes off the walls, his cock dragging along my walls, filling me completely.
He shifts, dropping my legs to wrap them around his waist, leaning over me to cage me in.
His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking hard, teeth nipping as he marks me.
“Mine,” he growls, the word vibrating through my skin.
I cry out, nails raking down his back. The rug burns against my shoulders from the friction, but the pleasure overrides it, building fast in my core.
His pace turns brutal, hips snapping, cock pistoning in and out with wet sounds.
I feel him everywhere, stretching me, hitting deep, the veins pulsing against my inner walls.
“Come on, love, squeeze me,” he demands, free hand slipping between us to thumb my clit, rough circles that make me see stars.
It's too much.
The coil snaps, and I shatter around him, pussy spasming, milking his cock as I scream, body convulsing on the rug.
He follows with a roar, thrusting deep one last time, cock throbbing as hot jets flood my pussy, spilling out around us onto the fibers below.
We collapse in a tangle, his weight pressing me into the rug, but he rolls us so I'm on top, arms banded around my back.
His lips find mine in a soft kiss, tender now, the storm easing.
“You're mine,” he whispers, hand stroking my hair.
“Always.” I nod, burying my face in his neck, feeling utterly claimed, protected, and whole.