Page 88 of Queen Of Clubs

“But what if I didn’t?” he asks through gritted teeth.

“Nope. We don’t play the what if game. It only leads to endless reasons to beat ourselves up over and over. I won't allow that.”

“I failed you. Again,” he growls. “I promised you I would come back. I told you I loved you and promised you the world. And I fucking failed you.”

He’s not talking about tonight and my heart breaks. Tears sting the back of my eyes, but I hold them back, refusing to let the past control me.

“We might not know what happened and where everything went wrong, but I believe you three when you say you didn’t want to leave me behind. I believe you when you say you spent years trying to find me. And I’m so fucking sorry that I knew where you were all along while I hid. I let the hurt of your rejection keep me away. I was a broken-hearted teenage girl. I convinced myself that I hated you instead of tracking you down and giving you a piece of my mind.” I weakly smile.

“We can keep going around in circles on this, but the bottom line is, no one failed anyone except whoever worked so hard to keep us apart.”

“I plan on finding out who's fucking responsible for that. And when I do, I’ll fucking kill them,” he snarls, his body going tense.

“Down, boy.” I chuckle. “You’ve almost committed a few murders tonight, don’t go making my panties wet by becoming one of those sexy serial killers. But if you do, let's upgrade our game to include some masks. Maybe I’ll even let you chase me a bit before you fuck me too.” I wiggle my eyebrows. I might sound like I’m joking, but I wouldn’t be opposed to it.

“Fucking hell, Tiny,” Everett groans. I look over to see him lying back in the bed still watching us. Griffin is too, but he’s on his side, head propped up on his hand, eyes lidded with need. “You really are a naughty little thing, aren't you?”

“You have no clue.” I grin.

“How are you not afraid?” Zane asks, bringing my attention back to him. “I almost lost control. I almost took someone's life. How are you not calling me a monster and running away screaming?”

“Wanna know a secret?” I murmur, leaning in to brush my lips against his. He lets out a low groan as his hands tighten on my hips. “I was so damn turned on... watching you defend me, going absolutely feral to protect me. I’ve never felt more safe than in that moment. I’m not afraid of you, Zane, I’m in awe of you. You might have a dark side, but I know deep in my heart you would never use that against me or the guys. You would rather die than hurt us. And that's why I love you.”

His eye's flare, breath hitching. “Say it again,” he rumbles.

A smirk twitches on my lips as I bring them to Zane's. “I. Love. You,” I murmur, and as soon as I press the softest of kisses to his lips, he snaps.

I gasp as he flips me over onto my back and pins me to the bed, shoving my hands above my head.

“Tell me you're mine,” he demands with a hint of desperation.

My pupils dilate and my lips part as my breaths begin coming out in quick pants. “I don’t know,” I sass back. “Maybe I want to feel out my options.”

His lips peel back, and he snarls. “Don’t test me, Trouble. I will fucking spank that bratty ass ‘til it’s red. I’m just barely holding on.”

“Then don’t,” I tell him.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t hold back. Let go. I’m here, Zane. I’m yours. Give it all to me. We’re home now. Just... let go.”

He lets out a pained sound, like everything he’s been suppressing is coming to the surface. His lips crash down onto mine, and I moan as he pries my lips open, shoving his tongue between them.

His kisses are rough and intense, just like him, sending sparks of heat right down to my soul.

I lift my hips, my needy pussy desperate for him. He chuckles against my mouth as he pulls back. We’re both heaving in breaths as he looks down at me, eyes wild. “Are you needy for me, omega?” he asks, his husky voice making my pussy throb.

“Yes,” I whine, trying to lift my hips again. But he shoves my hips down and grabs my knee, pushing my legs apart.

He’s still holding my hands above my head, and I wish he weren’t because I want to claw them down his back as he shoves his fat alpha cock inside me.

I’ve never been so damn horny in my life.

Zane leans back far enough to look down at my bare pussy. “Fuck, Trouble, you're dripping. A little puddle of slick is soaking into the bed,” he groans.

My clit pulses, my pussy clenching around nothing as more slick gushes out of me at his words.

“Is all this for me?” he asks, running his fingers along my sensitive folds.