I can’t wait to see the video.
I ran my hands over Saint’s chiselled chest, biting my lip as his eyes burned into me.
“If I find out this was you, you will severely regret it,” he warned and I looked up at him innocently while my heart fluttered.
“How could I have done it? I was right here.”
His gaze became razor sharp. “Because no one else would dare.”
“Clearly someone would,” I said with a shrug.
He stepped out of the shower with a grunt, marching out of the room in a towel and Blake appeared a second later in his boxers.
“Hey trouble,” he purred. His hair was all stuck to his forehead and I chuckled as he stepped into the shower and I picked a tampon out of it.
My heart beat wildly as I cleaned his tempting body, losing myself to the sculpted muscles on his frame, tracing them with my fingers long after I’d washed the syrup away.
“Wanna barricade the door and fuck me silly?” he asked casually and I slapped his chest.
“Get out, asshole. And send Kyan in.”
“He’s gone to use our shower,” Blake said as he exited, dropping his boxers so my eyes fell to his muscular ass before he wrapped a towel around his waist.
“Oh,” I breathed, my stomach twisting. Of course he did. He can’t stand me these days.I just wish that didn’t bother me so much.
When Blake left, Monroe arrived, kicking the door shut and smirking at me like a fucking wolf.
“You brilliant, glorious, perfect girl,” he growled as he stripped off and yep I was watching. His body was a work of art I wanted to admire for hours on end without judgement. He stripped down to his boxers and my throat thickened as he stepped into the shower with me. He’d already picked the tampons out of his hair and to be fair, we hadn’t been aiming at him as much, so he’d received less of them than the others.
“Woman,” I corrected with a smirk.
“Yeah,” he purred in agreement, the sound setting my veins alight. I reached up to scrub the syrup from his hair and he watched me with an intensity that brought a deep blush to my cheeks. “I’ve never met anyone like you, princess.” He stepped closer so my hands slid around the back of his head and my breathing hitched as the water cascaded over us.
I gazed up at him from under my lashes, no longer washing him as his eyes dipped to my mouth. His muscles were tight and the tattoos on his chest and arms made me ache to explore his flesh.
“Did you see their faces?” I asked, another laugh escaping me and a low one left him as he fought to keep his voice down.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to show the whole school their disgrace,” he murmured, inching closer again, my thoughts growing fuzzy.
My hands curled against his flesh, no longer washing him, but he didn’t draw away. He crowded me in against the back wall of the shower and my pulse thundered. What are we doing?
This was so wrong in the best, most twisted way possible. His chest brushed mine and I inhaled sharply, looking up at him in surprise.
“You make me want to break every rule I’ve ever vowed to abide by and destroy every contract I’ve ever signed, Tatum Rivers.”
Oh shit.
“Then why don’t you?” I dared, my tongue too heavy and my eyes unable to blink. If I looked away for even a millisecond, I was sure this moment wouldn’t last. That he’d walk away and never look back.
He pushed me back against the cool tiles and I sucked on my lower lip, desperate to taste him. He was the most delicious, off-limits thing I’d ever seen. And I needed to explore this urge in me to claim him.
“Or are you too afraid?” I whispered.
“I’m no coward,” he growled and I gasped as he caught my chin and pressed his lips to mine with a groan of need, his mouth moving slow and gentle like he wanted to soothe away every hurt inside me forever. I moaned, digging my nails into the back of his neck and he stopped being precious with me, forcing my lips apart with his tongue and grinding his body into mine so I could feel every inch of his solid shaft. Another moan escaped me but he swallowed it whole, his tongue chasing mine like he’d been hungering for this kiss for as long as I had.
His fingers dug into my arms, almost bruising, but I sensed he was holding back. I imagined he’d mark me everywhere if it wasn’t for the world beyond this room that would destroy him for it. He was the perfect combination of ecstasy and bad decisions. But it didn’t feel wrong like it should have, it felt like my soul was meant for his and his for mine. It felt like my knight in shining armour was meant to fight a war for me and win. We were willing to bleed for one another and I could almost taste his vengeance on his tongue, melding with mine until it became such a powerful energy that the Night Keepers should fear for the formidable force coming their way.
I’d ached for him in my dreams, imagined this kiss a thousand times, never sure if it would be too rough or too sweet. But it turned out, it was both. He was a weapon and a blanket of safety. A king, a god, a leviathan. I wanted the good and the bad, the harsh and the soft. I wanted him and no one else in that moment. Just the one man in this world who stood unshakably at my side and never faltered. I could rely on him for anything, even giving him my
