Page 176 of Savage Devotion
I’d always pushed it all away the best I could, but I knew I was a monster. It was for survival in many different ways. Emotional survival. Physical. Mental. Was it always right? No, but it was all I knew, and while it’s not an excuse, it’s all I had for one.
“Respectfully, Klaus, fuck those people,” she said softly before brushing her lips against mine. “It’s our story, not theirs. I’m sure they’re the same people judging you and me all while living in their own toxic, shitty relationships and giving useless losers second, third, fourth chances. Let them preach. They don’t need to understand us. Our story isn’t for everyone.”
“Fuck, I love you,” I said thickly, rolling her onto her back. “So fucking much, Rosalie. It eats at me that I was so awful?—”
“No one is an angel in our world, not even me,” she said, staring into my eyes. “To put us on a pedestal and expect sainthood is ridiculous, so again, respectfully, fuck those people.”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Mm, yeah. We fuck who we want to fuck, and we love who we want to love.”
I kissed her deeply before slowly moving in and out of her. Her nails dug into my back as I made love to her. Her soft moans when her pussy clamped around my cock made me come with her.
She was right.
Fuck what people said. They didn’t have to fuck us, marry us, live with us.
But damn, the echoing of their sentiments would always be with me, just like my past, haunting me like an old ghost.
I awokein the middle of the night next to Rosalie, the guys all piled in bed with us, minus Cole.
Carefully, I untangled myself from Ryder, who seemed to enjoy spooning because he was holding me around the waist, his giant cock pressed to my ass.
“Fucking let go of me,” I grumbled, trying to get him to let go of me.
“Stop fighting my love,” he mumbled back in his sleep.
I sighed and got him off me before I went to the bathroom. When I was done, I wandered into the living room to find Cole sitting on the couch in the dark, drinking with his shirt off.
Frowning, I went and sat in the chair across from the couch and stared at him.
“Why are you awake?” I asked.
“Cold,” he muttered before taking another drink of his whiskey.
I nodded, knowing it was bullshit and that what he really meant was he was lonely and felt like an outsider.
“It’s difficult, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice soft.
“What is?” He grunted.
“Not being in charge. Being on the outside and feeling left out.”
He snorted and shook his head but didn’t deny it.
“I’ll get a bigger bed if you wish to join us. It’s cramped in there right now.”
“You’ll need a bigger room,” he muttered. “For a bigger bed.”
I sighed. He was right. It was one of the reasons why we were here, aside from Rosalie. We were looking at houses.
He didn’t know that, though. Not even Rosalie knew we wanted to come back here to make it easier on her and Ellis so she could be with Cole more.
“We’re moving here,” I said.
He paused his glass halfway to his lips. “What?”
“We’re moving here. Rosalie doesn’t know it. We thought it was best so she and Ellis could be closer to you. We haven’ttold her yet, but I know she’ll be good with it. The travel will eventually become too much for her and Ellis. And then when the babies get here? It makes sense to just be here. Plus, she’s going back out on tour here soon. It’s a lot of stress and traveling. We thought it best for her to just be here since your work is here.”
