Page 111 of Lawless Rivals

The ache coils tighter and tighter in my belly, pushing me right to the edge.

“Show me who you come for,” he growls against my lips, voice breaking with the force of his own need. “Soak my hand and let me hear my name cry out of this pretty little mouth.”

That’s all it takes.

The orgasm charges through me. I shatter hard, my inner walls pulsating around his fingers.

My whole body convulses, legs shaking as he holds me up with nothing but his hand on my throat and his fingers buried inside me.

I’m panting, lost in the aftershocks when his phone rings from inside his jacket.

Saint freezes, fingers still knuckle-deep, forehead close to mine. For one suspended second, he doesn’t move as if he’s fighting every instinct to ignore the world and keep ruining me.

The phone doesn’t stop ringing.

We both know it’s news about Sera.

He lets out a muttered curse, but he doesn’t pull his fingers out. They stayed put while he unhands my neck and pulls the phone out of his pocket.

“Talk,” he says, locking eyes with me as he listens.

My scalp tingles. His nostrils flare.

“Understood.”

When he ends the call, he takes his hand back, lifts it to his mouth, and sucks his middle finger.

“Well?” I say, still breathless. “Did they find her?”

Chapter 29

Keira

Stones spit from the tires as the convoy pushes through the gates. The first vehicle brakes hard under the floodlights near the main house.

Sera climbs out of the passenger seat and plants her hand against the door to steady herself. Mud streaks her clothes in dark, drying smears, and dirt marks one side of her face.

Shay is there in an instant, his hand reaching for her arm until she brushes him off with a slight shirk.

She straightens, one shoulder held tighter than the other, her hand pressed low against her ribs.

My stomach drops as I take her in.

Rafe slams out of the Ford parked behind them, the door shutting loud enough to turn heads. The ferocious expression he wears cuts through everything else before he even reaches me.

He comes straight for me, closing the distance fast.

“Take a good fuckin look at what your brother did to her.”

The accusation hits, but I don’t believe it. My gaze cuts back to Sera, to the split in her lip, to the way she holds herself, hunched and guarded in a way that doesn’t match the woman from earlier.

It’s always Riley who did that stuff.

Not Fionn.

Rafe’s hand catches my elbow, and he yanks me into him, his grip hard enough that I lose my footing, his other hand already coming up, close enough that I brace before I can stop it.

His grip tightens, and then it’s gone.