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I pressed my mouth to his, lips parting to give him access. Our tongues tangled, teeth clashing as the urgency built.

Carrying me to the workbench, he swiped his hand out and knocked all the tools to the floor, tossing me down on top of it.

Flipped onto my stomach, shivering in anticipation, he dragged my jeans and panties down, spanking my ass right where he marked me the night before.

My pussy clenched, a soft groan unfurling from my throat. His zipper went down and one hand wrapped around the back of my neck, pinning my face against the metal our blooded tools had sat on seconds ago.

His smooth head rubbed up and down my pussy before moving to my ass. Feeling his hand pumping it had another wave of arousal washing over me.

Grabbing hold of my right globe, he spread it wide and lined his cock up with my sensitive hole.

With no foreplay or whispered words, he flexed his hips forward, fully burying his cock inside my ass, making me scream and tears jump to my eyes.

He withdrew and came back in, causing an intense burn, soothed when his bloodied fingers found their way to my clit. With us both still partially wearing our bottoms my legs only had so much room to spread, making for a tighter fit.

The bench wacked into the wall with his every thrust, his fingers found their way inside my greedy pussy, and he forced me to arch further so that he could claim my mouth.

Every hole was full of him.

I felt and tasted him everywhere.

Hand snaking up into my hair, he grabbed a fistful.

He proceeded to fuck my ass until my legs gave out, and my pussy clenched around his digits.

He came all over my back with an animalistic growl when he was done, swirling some into my skin and bringing the rest to my mouth to suck off his fingers. Our taste combined was sweet and salty, something I would happily consume.

Gentle as ever, he held me from behind for a few minutes, trailing kisses across my bare shoulder to my jaw line, laughing as softly as my body continued to shudder.

We were sweaty, bloody, and all around filthy. These we were the good times we grabbed hold of in the midst of the bad. It would always be wrong to some people, but for us it felt incredibly right.

We were both made up of jagged edges and empty spaces, tragically perfect for one another.

I wasn’t entirely sure why Zane and I were required at this meeting, but Nyx wanted me here and so did her Dad, so here I was.

Zane and Addy were on my left, the asshole was being somewhat respectful and not feeling her up in front of her father.

Luce, Ice, and Cam were there too. So was some small brunette I had never seen before. Demon was here too, sitting beside Addie’s sister, which was fitting since both of them were like a pair of fucking Zombies these days. Neither would talk about what happened.

Zane and I were giving Demon space, letting him work through it in his head and then come to us when he was ready.

It was still hard seeing him like this. He was always a lively kid who carried a dark side like the rest of us. That liveliness was gone, leaving a darkness I was well acquainted with behind. Not to mention I had my own shit to work through still.

I hadn’t dealt with losing Trix yet, or that Greer was missing along with Darrian. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to fucking process she was gone, that Greer could end up like Ace, or that Darrian was another Gwen. So for the time being I ignored it, focused on other shit.

Like the current discussion.

Listening to the first generation speak, I began to get an inkling of where they were going with this.

“There are too many variables we don’t know,” Cobra voiced, eyeing each of us.

The man looked put together for a man who had to be going through hell inside. That may have had more to do with the Blue haired woman holding his hand.

“That’s an understatement,” Addy scoffed, earning a look from her mom.

I smothered a laugh and tried to follow along when Romero started to speak.

“Until we know exactly what is going on with this A.R.C faction and what part they play in all of this, what the status of the Stags are and what the fuck Sam thinks he’s doing, we’ve decided collectively it would be best for you all to get away from here for a bit.”

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