Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,43
honesty there.
"Need to move."
He grips my throat and starts undulating. Lifting my hips to match his movement, I can't help the noises leaving my mouth in fervor. He's so fucking huge, and I feel as if I'm splitting. With his other hand, he circles the head of my cock.
I watch in fascination as a string of his spit travels down my length. He hisses as I squeeze him, the anticipation of him tugging me making me impatient.
His hand rubs his saliva all over, wetting me entirely. A little hiss of air leaves me as he fists my length, working me over and rutting into me at the same time. He goes with the pace of his cock inside me, making me feel every fuck, while hitting my prostate with each rotation of his hips.
"Jordan." I gasp as my balls tighten. "Need to come."
Our glazed gazes catch, and he fucks into me harder. "Say my name, Lux. Give me your come." He picks up his pace, and a tingling sensation goes up my balls to my spine, and I roar his name as milky spurts leave me. With each ribbon, I clench around him, and soon after everything leaves me, he's grunting my name, bucking into me with abandon.
He lets my throat go, and the lack of oxygen actually has me lightheaded. Practically falling on top of me, his lips meet mine passionately. Our sweat mingles, and my body hums with satisfaction.
"Fuck," he says sedately.
"Next time, I want to try blood play," I mutter shamelessly.
He rolls to his side, looking at me with intention. "Only if it's your blood."
"Is that a bet?"
"It's a I'm not a vampire, but want to try everything with you bet."
Hope festers inside me. "Does that mean you're not going to fuck her and produce heirs?"
His face falls as if everything he'd hoped for just crashed into the ocean from the cliff he resided on. Then he looks at me with a fight I watched melt away from him.
"You're mine now, Lux. You and Colt, you're worth fighting for."
I stare at the guy I'd spent most of the last year and a half hating, seeing him for the first time. "If you touch her, I'll fuck you up," I muster, not wanting to stare at his face too long.
Catching feelings before they're offered is a toxic trait I've always had. With him, I'm not ready to dive deep.
"Someone's possessive," he mocks.
Predatory jealousy slams into me, pushing me to tug his throat to the side, exposing it. I lick and suck, lick and suck, and when he's grinding into me, I know I've worked him up enough to fool around again.
But what's the best part of it all is the mark I've left on his throat for all to see. He's mine, and if I have to put a new one on his skin every goddamn day so everyone understands it, I will.
Fucking in secret is hard.
Fucking in secret while being a founder’s kid is harder.
Fucking in secret as someone with my bloodline and with someone who's marrying another is deadly.
I hope we know what game we're playing because either way, we're in for hell.
"Mine," I rumble, kissing him once more. "Better hurry and shower. They're going to flip their shit when they see us on the feeds tonight.” When he cringes, I laugh. "Don't act like you don't enjoy watching everyone fuck Colt. Even I do, and I hate most of these dicks."
"Don't want them to fuck you," he enunciates, hauling me in for another heated makeout session. "I mean it."
"Not even Justice?" I taunt, thinking of his lips and how they felt. Fuck, he's a good kisser too.
"Especially not him," he growls, his face morphing into one of protectiveness. "I don't trust him."
"Me either," I agree.
Almost silently, we head to the shower and hope no random visitors catch us. We're playing a stupid, stupid game.
Either one of us dies, or we both do. There's no way to rig the game where we both win.
Chapter Sixteen
Colt
Who announces a wedding at a school function? There's something about the fucking Arcadia families that grate on my soul, gnawing like a bunch of hungry rats in an alley.
When my feet hit the stage, my stomach drops, and I feel miserable and empty with realization. They picked me for some bullshit foundational lie, an internship. Not only is it one I never signed up for, I don't even know what it entails, and that alone is a terrifying thought.