Page 64 of Beastly Armory
Nodding my reply, he scoops my lips into his again. Tingles erupt from my core, twinkling around my spine, and shoot through my legs and into my arms. Wrapping myself fully around him like moss on a tree, his cock works deep within me until there’s no inch to spare. He was made for me.
Moving my hips in rhythm with his, I hump him as much as he writhes against me. With one last shove, my being unravels, the elation trickling from my soul as the squeal I dampened earlier comes out like a raging beast. No thoughts stream through my mind; all I know is ecstasy.
Returning from the throes of pleasure, my fingers sense the thick strands on his head, his warm skin and my pussy clutched onto him, holding him down as if his cockis the flying buttress of support for the cathedral of my body. If he leaves, I’ll collapse into rubble. “Fuck! You have agripon me, foxy. I can’t pull out. I’m going to come inside you.”
His hot seed spews until I feel so full my womb could explode. My legs tremble around his waist, nails still stuck like pins into his back. Strong boulder biceps surround me, squeezing me, before he drops his head onto the pillow next to mine. Between gasps for air, a muffled moan breaks through his mouth, barely audible, covered by the layers of fabric.
A minute passes, and he lifts his head to give me a dazed look that returns to laser focus as his chest stops huffing breaths. “We need to get the fuck out of here,” he says, as if suddenly realizing the danger we just put ourselves in.
I make some type of affirmative sound. Max leaps off the bed and tosses me my clothes while quickly dressing, and I do the same. Both of us look guilty as fuck, covered in Gabriel’s blood from head to toe. At least our clothes only have a few spots. Max shoves his knife back in his waistband and grabs a pistol from Gabriel’s pants lying on the floor. Gripping my hand, he leads us into the hall, putting his body in front of mine.
Wails of pleasure and pain echo throughout the building as we hasten to the exit. Before I know what’s happening, Max pulls my body tight to his chest, his arm engulfing me as his sports coat surrounds my face. He turns us sideways while raising the gun, firing two shots into the guards on either side of the entrance,dead between their eyes. Burying my face into his corded chest, muffled screams greet my ears and resound off the walls in the reception area. As I peek up from his protective embrace, I watch several patrons scramble in panicked chaos around the room.
“Move, foxy.” Reaching into my pocket, I rub my charm three times, counting while running out the door with Max, his warm hand still intertwined with mine.
Once we reach the Barracuda, Max throws me over his shoulder, and tosses me into the passenger seat before sliding across the car’s hood on one hip like a vigilante. He swiftly jumps in and takes off with a full press on the gas, and as we motor away, he punches the ceiling of the car. “Fuck yeah! Woo!”
The intensity we just had breaks, and I smile with a small laugh at his exhilaration. “Great shots. Fantastic aim.”
Grasping my hand under his, he uses our laced fingers to shift gears. “Yeah, glad I went to the range.” His eyes scan the rearview mirror, checking for any followers. Turning, I watch behind us to keep an eye out for any danger. No one’s there.
“We could be in real trouble, Max. They know us.”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “I know.” Lifting our hands, he kisses my knuckles, then lowers them to the gear stick and shifts into fifth. “He wasn’t going to take what was mine. And you are, Livia. You’re mine. Tell me you understand that now.”
“I do.” And I do. I am his. Probably always have been, and I know that. The problem is, being his doesn’t meanI’m safe. It doesn’t mean I can trust him. And once he finds out how damaged I am…he’ll probably toss me away or kill me.
Lifting a corner of his lips, he smirks while monitoring the road. “I told you I’d take it.”
I purse my lips at his arrogance, but still can’t help the grin threatening to escape. “You did.”
Max points us to the highway. “Uh, do you think…” His deep-set eyes glance toward my abdomen.
“What?”
“Is there a chance you could get pregnant?” There’s that look again that he got in the hotel room. Almost as if he’d win a second round tonight if I answered him affirmatively.
“No.”
His brow furrows as he turns to me with something like disappointment. “I thought you said you weren’t on birth control!”
“No, I didn’t answer, and you just assumed I wasn’t.”
“Oh.” Max focuses on the road, going quiet.
I try to pull my hand back, but he won’t loosen his grip. “Sooosorry you won’t get your preciousheirfrom me.” Letting the sarcasm fly heavily, I swivel my hips away from him in my seat.
“What thefuckdid you just say?”
Jutting my chin out, I crack out the words I’ve wanted to say for a long time. “Is that what you thought? Thought you’d impregnate me for your legacy? I’m worth?—”
“Let’s get one thing straight, foxy. I want you. Let merephrase. I wantyou. I have since we were kids.Fuck!How could you not see that? I mean, yeah, I’d love to knock you up, get an heir, but that’s not why I want to be with you.” Squeezing my fingers tighter, he shakes his head. “You’re fucking ferocious, you know that? You’re more a bear than me. No one else could… I think we make an amazing team, and I want you on my side. Not kicking my shins in.”
Snorting, I huff a loud breath. “How was the Crimson Angel?” All the talk about being his. What a crock of shit.
Max drops his head against the back of the seat. “Echoes tell you I was there?”
“Does it matter?”