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“You sure as fuck are.” His voice was strained, and the soft sounds he was making were the sexiest noises I’d ever heard. His body paused for a moment before he muttered, “Fuck it.”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but I found out fairly quickly when his pace increased and his tempo altered. He leaned over my back again, forcing me on my hands and knees. Vincent on a normal day couldn’t care less, but Vincent on the verge of combustion was reckless and raw. His movements were deliciously painful, his touch blazing, and right when I thought I couldn’t take the bruising assault of pleasure anymore, he flicked my clit just right and my body lost it.
I was floating. I was grounded. I was lost in between this dimension and the next. My body had never felt so hot, my core never so cold. Everything in me was conflicted, wanting more, begging for less. The intensity was too much. But how? How could it be too much when it wasn’t enough?
He buried his nose in my neck, and inside me, the animal that paced back and forth, refusing to surface, howled and screamed. She wanted him to bite her. She was begging for it, itching to feel his teeth sink into her neck and claim her as his own. His teeth grazed against my skin, the sharp scrape making the orgasm that much more intense, and just when I thought he was going to cave, when I thought his teeth were going to sink into my skin, he pulled back. His fist tightened in my hair as he slowed, his hips pumping sporadically, while his cock pulsed, spilling into me.
We came down from the high together, each of us panting, our chests heaving as we tried to catch our breaths. My limbs were shaking, my whole body so sensitive that even the leaves scratching against my palms were too much.
When our heartbeats leveled out, he scooped me in his arms. “Well, looks like I won that bet.”
The smug look on his face made me equally want to punch him and kiss him. I pushed at his shoulders and squirmed. “Put me down.”
“Nope.” He shook his head, already walking toward the house.
“Vincent, I said put me down.”
He swallowed hard, the strangest look crossing his face. “I can’t and I won’t.”
I didn’t challenge him more because I knew it would do absolutely no good. He wouldn’t put me down, even if I kicked and screamed and begged. And why would I? Why would I go to that extent when I loved the feel of his bare skin against my own? I loved the tender side to the normally rough man, and there was no mistake about it—Vincent was rough. Rough with words, rough with his job, rough with the way he used his body. But even so, with his hands on me now, the way he cradled me close, he was the gentlest of men.
The door to the house had been left open, and when he walked through the door, he kicked it closed, then headed straight for the bathroom. He turned on the water, waiting for it to warm up before stepping into the stream, and it was then that he gingerly sat me down. Without speaking a word, he grabbed a bar of soap and lathered it, running it over the dirt and grime that coated my skin, being careful as he washed away the debris from my bruised and battered knees.
“I should have been more careful,” he mumbled to himself, and I snorted. He paused, looking up at me. “What?”
“Nothing.”
He stood up, his body looming over mine. “No, tell me, baby.”
“Nothing.” I licked my lips, and his eyes followed. “It’s just with you, careful was the last thing I wanted.”
He hummed his approval at that before leaning down and kissing me, then he proceeded to show me just how careful a man like Vincent—a gruff, tattooed, rebellious man—could be.
Chapter 28
BOYCE
My body hurt.My mind was exhausted. I reeked of the coppery smell of blood. I swear it permeated the air around us. I tried to breathe in, tried to breathe through my nose, but it was nearly impossible.
“Is that the last one?”
I blinked a few times, not even realizing I was staring at the unrecognizable body of a what used to be a sorry excuse for a human. I didn’t regret it. Never would. When I first joined up with my subpack, I’d stayed awake at night, worried that I couldn’t do the job that was required of me. But now? Now I could do it in my sleep with no regrets. With those bastards being so close to Bella’s location…well, that had only fueled my desire to see their lives end.
“The last one I see,” I replied to Silas.
“Good.” He cleared his throat. “Their vehicles are being left in the woods that line the bay just next to the town over. We’ll toss half their bodies in the water.”
“The other half?”
“Wolf attack. Position them to look like they was attacked during a camping trip.”
“Fucking vicious wolves,” I said with a smirk. Though it had been a rough day, it didn’t stop the corner of Silas’ lips from curling up. The men whose bodies filled the back of the truck had actually put up a good fight. Not good enough, of course, but if we hadn’t enlisted the help of the town on this one, we never would have made it.
“You driving or passengering?”
My brows pulled together. “Is that even a thing?”
He shot me a look of annoyance. “Are you driving? Co-piloting? What are you doing? We need to get a move on so we can get back to—” He stopped himself. “What are you doing?”