Page 52 of Hell on Wheels

Chapter 13

Lark finally had answers. Not all the ones she wanted, but a few. She bounced on her feet, excess energy vibrating from her in waves that jiggled her tits and drew my attention.

My mouth salivated at the thought of stripping her down and licking a pathway across her soft skin, mapping every curve and scar until they were imprinted on my brain forever.

We stood in our room as I pressed her up against the door, holding her arms against the wall as I leaned in, inhaling the sweet fragrance of my luscious, intoxicating blackbird. She was fierce. Unapologetic. A badass bitch.

My fucking ol’ lady.

Her scent did wicked things to my brain. Maybe it was the parts of Kane inside me that latched onto her musk and the pheromones. Or perhaps it was the lust that burned with emerald fire in her seductive gaze.

Long black lashes fluttered as my lips kissed a trail up her neck, peppering her jaw and stopping at the plump, pouty flesh of her mouth.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you,” I murmured, capturing her lips with a hunger that intensified the longer I felt her body against mine.

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I rasped, leaving her lips to taste her skin, licking at her neck before I nibbled with my teeth. Falling to my knees, I reached for the snap on her jeans, tugging the material down with her red thong until she stepped out of them.

My nostrils flared as I scented her core, diving my head between her legs.

Lark gasped as her fingers slid through my hair, gripping my head. “Oh, God. Flint. Yes!”

I lifted one of her legs, placing it on my shoulder so I could fully open her up to me, spreading that silky pussy wide so I could devour what was mine.

Mine.

All fucking mine.

The possessive feeling in my chest expanded, and I focused on Lark’s pleasure, teasing her clit with light flicks of my tongue. I had two fingers inside her tight channel, slowly gliding in and out, loving that she grew wetter with the motion.

Her hips began to roll as the friction increased. I pumped my fingers faster, deeper, tilting her hips to gain the best angle.

“Oh, shit,” she moaned, tugging on my hair.

I latched onto her clit, nibbling and sucking on the tender bundle of nerves, coaxing her orgasm, needing to watch her fall apart as she came.