Page 160 of Knox Academy Omnibus
Without waiting for permission, I begin to rock back and forth on his cock. I whimper when his fingers leave my clit, but he returns his grip to my hip and steadies me, able to make my jerky desperate motions smoother. Pleasure floods me, but greedy bitch that I am, I want more.
“More,” I grunt, rolling forward onto my front and dragging Slate with me. He straddles my ass, still inside me, and pushes my hips down into the mattress, grinding into me with a force that steals my breath away.
Sex with Slate has never been like this, but damn is it good.
He increases his speed, pinning me so tight that I can’t move beneath him. The only thing I can do is curl my toes in pleasure and cry into my pillow. I clamp down around him in a desperate attempt to come, but he controls the pace and my orgasm.
“Slate, please—” I beg.
The shrill ring of a phone breaks the magic and he pulls out of me with a snarl. I turn my head to the side to watch his retreating form as he scrambles to find his phone. As he disappears into my bathroom and I admire how fine his ass is – honestly it could give his twin’s a run for its money – I sit bolt upright with a sickening jerk.
Slate’s back is scar free. And there’s no sign of the mysterious knot tattoo which has been driving me crazy. Dread claws at my stomach and a cold sweat breaks out over my entire body.
“Slate?” I whisper.
He pops his head around the door, off the phone already. Or maybe he missed the call? I don’t know. My eyes fall to his waist where he’s still naked and the dark black outline of the Celtic tattoo is clearly visible for me to see on his left hip.
Onyx.
“Fuck.” All colour drains from my face and he grins coldly at me. “You…asshole!” I hiss, knowing that my insult doesn’t even begin to hit the mark. He laughs cruelly at me.
“What’s the matter, baby?”
“I am not your baby!” I seethe.
“Argh!” I scream and my bedroom door flies open.
I dive to pull the covers up over me when I see Sawyer standing in the doorway.
“What the hell’s going on?” he demands.
“Your brother is a total fucking bastard!” I cry.
“What did he do?” Sawyer’s gaze flits to his brother’s. Without a care in the world, Onyx strolls to the bedroom door and reaches past Sawyer, grabbing a small pile of clothes up off the floor. What the hell? He pulls on a pair of light grey sweats – commando – followed by a white T-shirt.
“It’s not my fault you can’t tell us apart,” he says, finally turning to face me, that ‘fuck you’ smirk firmly still in place.
“I was drunk, you creep!”
“Well, you’re not drunk now, so what’s your excuse?” He laughs.
In fury, I drop the duvet and launch myself at Onyx, but I’m caught mid-air by Sawyer’s strong arms. He pulls me against his chest and gives Onyx a hard look. He’s not nearly as pissed off as I want him to be though.
“Bro, I think you need to get going. You have a breakfast date with the family.”
“What about you?” Onyx challenges.
“I have a breakfast date with Amelie. We’ll see you later at the course.”
I groan. How could I have forgotten that that’s today? Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have drank last night. Hell, I shouldn’t have gone to the party at all. I need to be at the top of my game for this stupid bloody obstacle course race today, not hanging out of my ass.
“Well, if you’re looking for a breakfast recommendation, I’d suggest the step-sister. She’s delicious,” Onyx goads.
“Get out!” I yell, swinging like crazy to try to get to him once more.
“Amelie, stop,” Sawyer says. But I ignore him, the red mist coming down and clouding all of my senses and judgement.
“Amelie! Stop!”
