Page 108 of Blood of the Saints


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Why do I feel so comfortable sharing a bed with one of the men who kidnapped me? Am I that fucking nuts?

Wiggling my body, I try to get closer to him. He’s a drug I can’t get enough of, and I haven’t even had the slightest taste yet. My cheeks rub against the smoothness of his skin, feeling the warmth radiating off him.

Moving my body once again, I notice my leg is thrown over his, with my knee resting on something hard. Adjusting my leg so it moves back and forth, I’m able to get a better feel. A low rumble sounds below my ear as Theon moans. “Just like that, princess.”

My eyes open as I turn my head a little, looking down at the huge bulge below my knee. I’m dying to see what’s hiding beneath the black material. From the view I had last night of his boxers tenting, it’s got to be pretty damn big. With my smile widening, I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as I move my hand down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers.

I pause for a minute to see if he’s going to wake up. When he doesn’t, I slip my fingers under the elastic material of his boxers and take his cock in my hand.

Fuck, I can’t even close my hand around this thing. Squeezing, I move my grip up and down his length, causing a groan to escape him. “Fuck, princess. Take my cock in those pretty hands of yours.” His eyes are still closed, but I’m pretty sure he’s not fully asleep at this point. His words encourage me to keep going and I stroke him harder.

His hard, velvety erection twitches under my touch, sending a rush of arousal through my body. My core instinctively grinds against his hip hitting me in the right spot, causing me to moan.

God, maybe we can get a good fuck in before we’re interrupted.

Theon’s eyes snap open and his hand grabs the one I have around his dick, stopping me from moving. He’s going to end this because that’s how he is; he doesn’t want to risk being vulnerable like that. Looking up into his beautiful hazel eyes, I see nothing but lust and confusion.

“Stop,” he croaks in a raspy whisper that doesn’t sound very convincing. He doesn’t know what he wants. On one hand, he wants to touch me, kiss me, and fuck me. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to betray Ace.

I’m finally getting close to Theon, and I won’t allow Ace to ruin my plans to take them down from the inside. If that’s even still my plan anymore.

“But you were telling me to keep going?” I give him my best version of doe eyes, hoping he’ll crack and give me a few orgasms.

“I thought it was a dream, princess,” he growls, pulling my hand out from his boxers. “Hands off.”

As sad as I am, I can’t help but smirk. “You were dreaming about me, Theon?” He doesn’t say anything, just grunts. “How often have you been dreaming about me?” I cup his chin, turning his head toward me. “What do I do in those dreams?”

Our lips are so close together I’d only have to twitch mine for them to press against his. My thumb softly rubs across his cheek, feeling the stubble that lines his jaw. He doesn’t answer my question, but the look in his eyes tells me this isn’t the first night he’s dreamed of me.

Grabbing my thigh, Theon pulls me on top so I’m straddling him. My head doesn’t move so my lips are still close to his, feeling like they’re magnetized to his.

Fuck it, I want this. My mouth crashes into his, the warmth of his lips surrounding mine. Everything about this man is big, even his lips. He doesn’t reciprocate at first, but when he finally does, it’s magnificent.

His soft, plump lips dominate mine as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, trying to take control. He grips the hair at the base of my head, pulling me closer to him. His kiss is demonically passionate, possessing my mind, making me crave for more.

This is the first time I’ve kissed any of them. Fucking is one thing, but kissing is personal to me. Kissing is much more than just using someone for an orgasm. It’s intimate and sensual. Something you feel with desire and need.

Grabbing my bottom lip between his, he sucks the life out of it, causing me to wiggle my core against his erection. He moves both hands down to my ass, grabbing it hard and moving me against his hard cock. The pressure against my clit and the almost unbearable friction make me jerk under his touch.

I can just imagine the positions this big, strong man can put me in. He’d probably throw me around like a ragdoll and not even break a sweat.

“Theon,” I whimper, begging for more. He flips us over and rips my panties down my thighs. I still have my shirt on, but with the way he’s looking at me like my pussy is the most decadent thing he’s ever seen, I’ve never felt so bare in my life. He pulls himself lower down the bed, lying on his stomach in front of me.

Hooking his hands around my thighs, he shifts my body to where my glistening pussy is perfectly aligned with his mouth. His tongue teases my entrance a little before he slowly makes his way up to my clit. As soon as the warmth hits my sensitive bud, my back arches off the bed. Circling his tongue around my clit, he finds the perfect rhythm that makes me go crazy. I twitch beneath his mouth, but he doesn’t stop, instead working up the explosion building in my core.

After a few minutes, he switches it up, using a perfect combination of his tongue and lips. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever had a man eat my pussy like this. It’s like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have and he refuses to waste one bite. It’s fucking paradise. I might be a little dramatic, but he could be planning to kill me after this, and I wouldn’t care as long as he made me come with his beautiful mouth.

“Fuck, Theon. That feels so good,” I groan, feeling him smirk against my slick core.

A loud pounding on the door stops Theon in his tracks, just as I felt the pressure getting ready to rupture. “Meeting in the dining room in ten,” Ace yells from the other side.

What a fucking cockblock.

Theon stays still as Ace retreats down the hall. Fuck, no, no, no. I know Ace well enough to calculate that he probably heard us and wanted to fuck it up because he knows Theon’s dedication to him.

We lie here for a minute, Theon not moving a muscle. His body is tense, and I can tell he’s trying to figure out what to do.

“Theon,” I say cautiously. He sighs, looking up at me finally.

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