Page 16 of Desecrated Saints
“Please don’t look at me like that.”
His brows furrow with confusion.
“I don’t want you to see inside of me anymore. It’s pretty fucking dark in here, Eli. Too dark even for you to handle. I’m scared of losing myself again.”
Lips skating down the expanse of my throat, he answers me in featherlight kisses, reaching the swell of my breasts. Teeth tugging on my hard nipple, heat gathers in my core. I can feel his dick beneath me. Wriggling on his lap, I can almost get in the right position to—
A loud bang on the door has us jumping like guilty teenagers.
“Fuck off,” I shout.
“Family meeting!” Hudson hits the door again.
“We’re busy, you wanker.”
“Stop canoodling and get your asses out here. It’s an order, not a fucking invitation.”
Eli’s forehead falls to my chest, his curls tickling my skin.
“We should go before he breaks the door down.”
Running a hand over my freshly shorn head, Eli nods reluctantly. We stand and face the foggy mirror together. With the moisture wiped aside, I gape at my new look.
“Well… you left some hair.”
Eli studies my short, platinum-blonde pixie cut, hair shaved high on the sides with the top section left messy. He turns me around, tucking a wet strand behind my ear while his raspy voice threatens to stop my heart for good.
“Beautiful.”
I scoff. “Hardly.”
“Y-Yes.”
I twirl my arms around his neck, bringing our lips together for a kiss. “I wondered why I made it out alive. I understand now. It was so I could hear that perfect voice every day for the rest of my life.”
Eli’s lips twitch, an almost smile.
I grab my towel and flee before he can argue back. We dry off and get dressed in matching Highly Suspect t-shirts from his collection, exchanging grins before heading for the kitchen. The entire group has gathered in tense silence, Two and Five included.
Hudson spots me first, lingering in the kitchen with another beer in hand. His lips part on a sharp inhale as he takes in my new look. He’s staring at me like he’s a starving man and I’m his dinner. The thought of him fucking me against the countertop while everyone watches briefly crosses my mind.
“Damn, blackbird.”
At his words, the other two turn and their mouths fall open.
“Looking good, firecracker.”
Kade grins. “Agreed.”
“I needed a change.”
I steal Hudson’s half-empty beer and deposit myself in one of the armchairs. Sadie spares me a look as I pass, but doesn’t say a word. I’m still fuming after our argument about Seven. Curled up on the nearby plaid sofa, Two and Five are clutching each other tight.
I meet Five’s timid gaze, offering her a nod of greeting. Her mousy-brown hair is so long, it must brush her butt. She’s pretty, beneath the emaciation and bruises. Meanwhile, Two’s hair has been buzzed to the scalp, showing off the misshapen lumps of her skull.
“Thank you for getting us out, Eight.”
The guys all scowl at the use of that name.