Page 6 of Devour

I push a third finger inside myself and rock my body on the desk, fucking them. I’m so full and so close. My muffled sounds are getting louder, and his hand presses harder against my mouth. I’m so fucking close.

“You think any of those men I’ve killed could satisfy you like I can? Not a fucking chance. They don’t know how to take care of my pussy.” He presses his forehead against my temple. “Come for me, little heathen. Come on your fingers so I can finally taste what’s mine.”

I come so hard, my nails dig into the edge of the desk, and my thighs clamp against his hips. My pussy is clenching around my own fingers, and I’m screaming into the underwear. My hips are grinding against my hand because I can’t stop. His hand doesn’t move from my mouth. He keeps every sound I make for himself and watches the whole thing with those beautiful blue eyes. His jaw locks, and his chest rises and falls from how hard he’s breathing.

When it’s over, I’m shaking. My hand is still between my legs. My fingers are still inside my cunt. Dylan’s phone buzzes in his pocket across the room. Somebody is calling a dead man, and I just came three feet away from his body. I’d almost forgotten about him.

Axl pulls the panties out of my mouth. I gasp for more air after the intensity of that orgasm.

“Give me your hand.”

I pull my fingers out of myself and hold them up. They’re slick and shining.

He wraps his fingers around my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth. His tongue drags between my fingers, licking me clean, tasting what he just made me do. He sucks each one until there’s nothing left while his eyes stay on mine the entire time.

He can’t fuck me. He can’t put his mouth between my legs and clean my pussy. But he just got me on his tongue without breaking a single one of their rules. And the look on his face tells me he’s going to be thinking about how I taste for the next three weeks.

Good. Because the fucker deserves to suffer. He’s got me so worked up and needing to fuck him, and I have a feeling that he’s going to make these next few weeks hell for me too.

All I’m going to be able to think about is how fast I just gave him exactly what he wanted. And how badly I want to do it again. That’s the part that should fucking scare me.

CHAPTER 4

AXL

All I can taste is my girl on my tongue. The piercings in my cock press so hard against my jeans that the pain is making me want to risk whatever they’d do to me and fuck her wet cunt. Death would be worth it just to have her.

Fuck. Not yet. And right at this moment, I hate the fucking Ravens. Now I know what that pure sugar between her thighs tastes like, and I have to walk out of this room and not fuck her for three more weeks.

She’s watching me. Her skirt is still bunched at her waist, and her thighs are still wet. She’s got that look on her face like she thinks she’s won something.

I might not be able to fuck her yet. But I always fucking win, and she’s going to be my pretty little prize. I’m about to mark my fucking territory and paint her skin with my cum. This is why I shouldn’t have played with her yet. I already can’t stop obsessing about her.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and see the name on the screen. Every part of me that was still thinking about her pussy has to be shoved aside when this man calls.

“Sir.”

“I need you and Priest at an address in an hour.” Dane Sinclair’s voice is on the other end of the phone. He gets right to fucking business. He’s a member of the Council and controls the Talons. He’s one of the most powerful Ravens—one I’ve got a great deal of respect for in the way that he protects what’s his—and no one gets to tell him no. “Wear your masks. I’ll send the details. Justin Carter will meet you there.”

My jaw tightens. “Justin?”

“My brother?” Saylor asks, obviously listening to my fucking conversation. I point at her to silence her.

“Is that going to be a problem?” Dane asks in my ear.

Fuck yes, it’s a fucking problem. The last time I worked with Justin Carter, I ended up sidelined for three weeks because that piece of shit can’t be trusted to do his fucking job. The time before that, he pulled bullshit there too. I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if he’s just that shitty at his job. Either way, I don’t want to fucking work with him.

But I can’t refuse Dane Sinclair. The man controls us, and he’s been like a father to me. Or what I think a father should be like. Mine mostly just talks about his companies and stays out of my way.

“No, sir.” It’s the only acceptable response.

“Good. Be there within the hour.”

“I might need a bit more time.” I glance at Dylan’s body on the floor, staring at the bent angle of his neck. I grin at the dead fuck. “I have something to deal with first.”

The line goes quiet for a second.

“What the fuck did you do?”