Page 5 of Chains and Vows

"Spread your legs," I tell her, my voice comin' out rough.

She does, shiftin' her feet apart until the panties go tight between her knees. The lace is soaked through, a dark spot where her wetness has seeped into it.

I run my fingers along her pussy from behind, feelin' how fuckin' wet she is. I play in it for a moment. Just letting it pool and get sloppy. Then I slide two fingers inside her, and she's so wet they go in easy. I curl them up, pressin' against that spot that makes her push back against my hand.

"Fuck, you're drippin'," I growl, pullin' my fingers out and spreadin' her wetness over her ass cheeks, watchin' the way her skin glistens with it. "You like bendin' over for me that much, baby? Like knowin' I can see everything?"

"God, yes," she moans, pushin' her ass back toward me. "I love when you look at me. When you touch me. I need your fingers back inside me."

"Where exactly do you need them?" I tease, tracing circles on her ass with her own wetness. "Tell me."

"In my pussy," she says without hesitation. "Deep. Then your cock. Want you to fill me up."

I smile, surprised again by how freely she talks dirty with me. How she just says what she wants without blushin' or hidin'.

No shame or embarrassment.

Savannah Ashby, Montana royalty, beggin' for my fingers and my cock like she needs them to breathe.

I spread her ass cheeks with both hands, leanin' in close to breathe against her. Then I lick a long, slow stripe from her clit all the way up to her asshole. She jerks forward with a gasp, but I hold her in place, keepin' her spread for me as I lick her again, deeper this time.

Her taste fills my mouth, earthy and sweet and perfect. The only flavor I ever want on my tongue for the rest of my life.

This is it. This is the only thing in the whole fuckin' world that matters. Me on my knees behind Savannah Ashby, tastin' her, hearin' her moan my name, knowin' she's mine.

All those years in prison. All those bodies in the clay. All the deals with men like Mike. None of it matters when I'm here with her.

My time with Savannah Ashby is the only goddamn thing in this life worth havin'.

CHAPTER 2

I shudder against Legion's mouth, my spine archin’ without permission as his tongue traces up from my clit. I'm spread open across my own bed—just his hands on my ass, spreading me wide while he tastes me like I'm something worth savorin’.

I push back against his face, greedy for more of that delicious pressure. God, the years we wasted. All that time he was locked away in Whitefall while I pretended to be happy with Marcus's calculated touches. Three years I'll never get back.

But that's done now. I shake the thought away, refusin’ to give those lost days any more power.

I know what he is. What he's done. I've always known. Thirty-six bodies in the Montana clay and the blood of every man who crossed him stains his hands.

But he's still good.

Not pure—pure is boring, and sheltered, and everythin’ I was raised to be. Legion is good in the ways that actually matter. The demons on his back won't win because I won't let them.

"You taste so fuckin' perfect," he growls against my skin, his fingers finding my entrance. "This pussy gets so wet for me."

The crude words send heat rushin’ through me. I moan as he slides two fingers inside, curling them up to find that spot that makes my vision blur.

Then they pump inside me in a slow, torturous rhythm while his other hand spreads me wider. I can feel how wet I am, how my arousal is coating his palm and runnin’ down my thighs.

It should be embarrassing—I used to think it was, back when I faked orgasms for college boys who thought jackhammering was foreplay—but with Legion, it just feels real.

"I wanna feel you come on my fingers, baby," he says, his breath hot against my ass. "Wanna feel you squeeze around me. You gonna give me that?"

His thumb circles my clit, pressin’ down with the perfect pressure. I'm so close, balanced on that perfect edge where pleasure almost becomes too much.

"Yes," I pant, my fingers clutchin’ at the bedspread. "Don't stop, please don't⁠—"

The orgasm hits me in waves, my entire body clenchin’ as I come undone for him. I feel myself gush against his hand, my wetness coating his fingers as he keeps working them inside me, drawin’ out every last tremor.