All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,25

know me at all, except that we both would do anything to keep Harley safe and that’s why we’re stuck here in this little room together.

It hurts.

I can feel the second he tears through the barrier and sinks deep inside me, my breath squeezing out of my chest and choking me. I just sit there for a second, focusing on my breathing and trying not to panic, but Aodhan’s chest is heaving.

I don’t know if he’s trying not to move and jostle me or if he’s worried about hurting me, but he raises his hips just a little until I’m more secure in his lap and then he wrenches his arms until the restraints finally break.

I tense, sure that he’s going to throw me from his lap and rage the hell out, but he doesn’t. It’s almost worse than that. He lifts a large, scarred hand up to my face and cups my cheek, pulling my face into his lips.

“I’ll fucking gut him for this, Queenie,” he murmurs against my lips before he kisses me, cradling me close like I really am some precious girl to him. I refuse to get weepy about this situation, I’ve fought too hard for this to be about me making the smartest decisions here without emotions or worthless dreams.

“I told you, I decided what I wanted. I’m not going to cry about this.” My voice is a little rough but I tell myself it’s because of all of the screaming I did while the Jackal was cutting my feet up. It has nothing to do with his hands cradling my face and whispering to me like I’m something more than what I really am to him.

It feels weird to be talking like this, his dick is inside me and my blood is dripping down his legs, but his dick is still throbbing inside me and when I shift, he groans.

I huff and force a laugh. “Well? Are you going to make me do all of the work here?”

The challenge lights him up but he’s still fucking careful as he hooks his arms around my legs and lifts me, my arms winding around his neck to hold on as he slowly thrusts his hips.

“Fuck, fuck, tell me this is okay,” he grunts and I huff at him again.

I don’t want to admit how okay this really is.

I should not be enjoying this but now that the pain has subsided the thick length of his dick inside me feels good in all of the most unexpected ways and now that he’s onboard there not much that I have to do except take it and with the way he’s holding me all I can do is take it.

He grunts like he’s frustrated and my heart drops a little at the sound and then he lowers my legs back down until I’m straddling him again, one hand on my ass moving me how he wants and the other slipping between our bodies to my clit.

I thought guys were supposed to have more trouble finding it than that?

My breath catches in my throat as my pussy clenches around him at the feeling and I choke out, “I’m not supposed to enjoy it.”

He grunts and pulls me in closer with the hand on my ass. “Fuck what he wants. I’m not coming until you do.”

His mouth is hot and demanding on mine, nothing like the gentle and careful actions of his hands. He treats me like glass until a groan rips out of my throat.

He loses his head at the sound.

His hips surge up until my breath is knocked out of me, his fingers pressing and circling over my clit until I break apart, his mouth pressed against mine muffing the scream that tears out of me as I come apart in his arms.

His hands move to my hips and he pushes me down until he’s grinding up into me, desperate for me to take in every inch of him. I can’t catch my breath, my heart is racing and when hips jerk up into me one last time as he comes with a grunt, his hands grip my ass until I’m sure there’ll be bruises imprinted into my skin forever.

There was no condom so everything just feels… wet.

Somewhere, far off in my brain, I start to panic about that but mostly my brain is fixating on the hollow of Aodhan’s throat below the collar where I can see the vein there pulsing with his blood and I can measure