She laughed. “Jealous of your own shadows, eh? You really?—”
She stopped short the second I dropped my towel to the ground. She wasn’t looking at my shadows anymore.
“What was that?”
“I don’t remember.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through my chest.
“That’s what I thought. Now, since you did as I asked before Dipshit showed up, take your shorts off and come here; legs over the edge.”
She did as I asked then leaned back on her elbows for more comfort. I kneeled before her, running my hands up the back of her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs. She squirmed impatiently but said nothing. A part of me wondered how much teasing I would have to do until she begged for release. I’d find out eventually I was sure, but for now I was dying to watch her come apart.
I worked my way up her thigh until my tongue slid over her clit. She moaned, hands gripping the sheet. I hummed in approval.
“So responsive. I like that.”
I could see her sarcastic response forming, but I didn’t give her the chance to voice it. Instead, I closed my mouth over her, sucking lightly as I slid my middle finger into her. So responsive, so vocal, fuck I’d never get tired of hearing her pleasure. How was I supposed to do anything but this when she sounded, tasted, and felt so fucking good?
I continued running my tongue over her while I worked in another finger. I kept my pace steady, working my tongue andfingers together. She was practically vibrating by the time she finally tipped over the edge moaning my name. Fuck, that got me wound up again.
I kissed my way up her body, climbing onto the bed next to her. She lay with her eyes closed and a small smile on her face, breathing still recovering.
“I’ll concede that you are very good at that, but I don’t know that I’d describe it as god-tier. You’ll have to do better than that next time.”
“Those are dangerous words coming from a woman who still hasn’t recovered.” I kissed along her collarbone, tracing the tattoo on her chest with my finger.
“Sure, but I like danger and my recovery time is pretty quick.” Her smile grew, eyes still closed. “I bet I can go longer than you can.”
“Challenging me is not a smart move, Nightshade.”
“I have absolutely nothing to lose and everything to gain.” Her eyes fluttered open, so full of defiance as her gaze met mine.
“Last chance to back out.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her on top of me. “I won’t be as generous this time, you’ll have to beg me to come.”
“I’ll take my chances. I seem to remember you saying something about me coming first from now on. If you don’t let me finish, you don’t get to finish. We’ll see who begs who.”
Oh, she truly was a brat.
“I’m going to enjoy breaking you.”
“You can try, but you won’t succeed.”
25
THE VILLAIN
Everyone said I was a villain.That I was evil and heartless. That all I cared about was murder and revenge. It wasn’t true. Well, it wasmostlyuntrue. I was a villain, I did evil things, I did care more about murder and revenge than almost everything else, but that wasn’t all I cared about and I definitely wasn’t heartless.
But do you know who was evil and heartless? The woman cuddled up on my chest with a shit eating grin on her face. Thewoman who’d had enough energy to get out of bed, stroll down the hall, steal one of my t-shirts and bring me a pair of briefs from the backpack I’d stored here.
I was shot seven times less than eight hours ago, but it was 3 a.m. and she’d absolutely refused to tap out. No matter how long I edged her, no matter how much she shook and whimpered, she refused to beg.
In the end, I broke and I had a feeling I’d never hear the end of it. In my defence, I was exhausted from all the healing, not to mention creating all that ice from nothing. Next time, I’d make good on my threat. Next time, she would beg. Next time?—
“I thought you healed fully; you still have scars.” Violet broke me out of my train of thought by lightly tracing a scar on my abdomen.
“I do now. But any scars I got before I was Avalanche stayed.”
