Page 117 of Lawless Rivals

“I think about tying you to my bed and eating this pussy for hours, then fucking ya stupid until the only thing left in that pretty head is my name and how deep I’m buried inside you.”

The pressure inside me builds fast and mean.

I thrust up to meet her, chasing that edge.

She clenches around me with a broken cry, and that’s all it takes. I growl low against her neck and come hard, pulsing deep inside her while I hold her down on me, chest to chest, not letting her move an inch.

For a few rough breaths, I just hold her there.

Morning’s for talking. Tonight she’s all mine, and I’m nowhere near done with her.

The sky has lightened a little when I wake, that raw, bruised hour where night still clings and morning hasn’t found its strength yet.

I lie there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, letting the peacefulness of her breathing settle into me.

She’s still asleep beside me, and fuck, I could go at her all day if I didn’t have the weight of everything on my shoulders.

After a beat, I sit, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and stand on the cold floor.

I rub a hand over my face, stretch my stiff legs, and leave the bedroom without flipping a switch.

In the bathroom, I stand under the hot water and shower off every trace of what I did to her until she had nothing left to give.

Eventually, I dry off and pull on my clothes piece by piece—clean boxers, jeans, a shirt, and gun holster.

When I’m at the front door, I stuff my feet into boots, throw on a sherpa jacket and cover my damp hair with a baseball cap, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the icy wind, welcoming the brisk chill.

The sharp sting hits me as I head to the yard and make my way to the main house.

I reposition my cap and keep walking, eyes fixed on the stretch of fields beyond and the kitchen light glowing in the distance.

The deal’s close, and the pressure we’ve put on Alasdair has hit a nerve. Maybe we don’t need Keira here to finish it.

It would be cleaner without her. Less chance of us getting caught by Crowley. I could let her go and find another way.

I stop at the fence, boots planted, staring out at the land that I’ve protected all my life.

Would she leave Black Heath for good if I let her walk?

My fists flex at my sides. Then I turn toward the house and push the mess I’ve made aside.

The only conversation I need to have right now is how to destroy the men who hurt my sister. After that…I’ll figure out how to make Keira mine for good.

I don’t bother to take off my jacket when I enter the kitchen. This won’t take long, and the woman in my bed needs breakfast.

Rafe leans back in his chair at the table, cigarette burning between his fingers, eyes locking on me as I join them.

Dane’s at the counter pouring coffee, and Sera sits next to Ma with a full mug in front of her, staring at nothing.

Ma holds the head of the table like always, smoking while she watches her family come together.

I drop into the empty chair, take the coffee Dane slides my way, and drink it black.

“Did you sleep much, Sera?” I ask.

“Like a baby,” she says, her tone flat.

Rafe flicks ash into the tray. “How do we deal with this? I want every fucker who did that to her six-feet under.”