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“That's what I fucking thought,” I thrust hard, pushing deep into her,
“Oh fuck, Fynn...you're really deep!”
“Good! I want to consume every fucking inch of you...fuck into you deeper than anyone ever has, and I want to cause you that sweet pain that comes with it all.”
“God, yes!” she cries out when I bite that sensitive spot where her shoulder meets her neck.
I don't release her until the metallic taste of her blood reaches my tongue. I made her bleed just like I told her I would, and now I'm not only addicted to her sweet cunt, but my obsession now extends to her kiss and her very essence. I need more of it. I won't stop until I can touch her fucking soul.
Pulling out, I spin her around and lift her by her ass, making her wrap her legs around my waist as I impale her back onto my cock. Pressing her back to the door, I lean back, so I can watch my cock take what is mine. Her cunt sucks me in every time I pull back out. It's taking me everything not to come just yet.
When I look back up, I notice the small stream of blood tricking down her neck and soaking into her shirt from the bite I gave her. Like a bloodsucking vampire, I dip my head and take more of her in. Sucking and licking at my bite, I've marked her as mine, and I will never let her go.
Pulling back, her eyes widen at the sight of her blood smeared around my mouth, and I do the only thing my mind tells me to do...I possess her mouth like I have her body. Holding her ass with one hand, I grip her jaw with the other and crush her lips with mine. She fights me for a few seconds before opening and letting me into her mouth.
Saint's arms tighten around my neck as she pulls me in closer. Her kiss is now desperate, and she ends up biting my lip, causing me to bleed. The fact that her blood is now mixed with mine, and I have her essence running through me is too much, and I slam into her two more times before I yank my mouth away and roar, “FUCK!!” as I release my load.
My friends come running, “What the fuck, Fynn?” Oakley stops, panting from the pain of running to see what is wrong.
Saint's cunt clenches around me, and she cries out her own orgasm, so I wait until she's finished before kissing her forehead and turning us toward my friends, “Take her...”
“What?” Jett asks but comes forward anyway.
“Just fucking take her and get her cleaned up. Bandage that bite mark...”
I see the hurt in her eyes, but I can't. I need to get away from her for a little bit. I need to be by myself so I can come to terms with what the hell just took place. I pull out of her and wish more than anything that I could enjoy watching my cum drip from her beautiful cunt, but I have to go.
Tucking myself back into my jeans, I turn and walk upstairs. All three of them call out to me, but I don't respond to any of them, “Fuck you, Fynn!” I hear my Little Saint yell angrily at my back.
I've hurt her, but I can't do anything about it, not yet anyway. I knew I was falling for our girl, but I never realized how deep it went. I will make it up to her if she allows me to, but for now, I need to get my head straight and accept this new revelation.
I've been locked inmy room for two days, living off beef sticks, chips, beer, and my favorite smoke. I'm not being useless, though. I've been studying all our information about the Lords of the past, and it's just not making sense. We need that fucking video! Whatever is on it must be able to tell us more, but where the fuck is it?
I grab my phone and dial the number saved in it, “Fynn? What's wrong?”
“I need to see you...alone.” I don't have beef with this person, but I know I would piss someone off if they knew I was talking to them.
Silence meets me, but I know they haven't hung up. Finally, a sigh, and they answer, “Where and when are you thinking?”
“Let's say in an hour, and it needs to be secure. Meaning, no cameras or listening devices.”
Again, there is silence, but it doesn't last as long, “Do you remember that spot by the lake you used to swim at?”
“Yeah...”
“Meet me at the little hunting shack at the edge of the lake...you know the one.”
“Okay, see you then.” I hang up and sit back against my headboard.
Photos and papers are spread out all over my bed, and I begin gathering them, returning them to their respective folders. Once I'm done, I am tempted to light up once more before I have to sneak out of the house and drive the twenty minutes to the lake, but I decide against it. I hate to say it, but if I don't get any kind of answers that will be helpful, God help anyone in my path because we have come to a standstill in our investigation, and we can't have that. I'm ready to kill anything and anyone in my way at this point.
I hear music and voices coming from Jett's room. A female giggling goes straight to my dick as it recognizes my Little Saint. I'll talk to her tomorrow and try to explain what the fuck happened the other day, even though I'm still not finished figuring it out myself.
The house is dark when I get to the bottom step. Not a soul is around, which I find weird, but I don't have time to think about it. Suddenly, as I walk through the living room toward the front door, a lamp turns on, and my best friend sits there.
“Jesus, Oak!”
“Where are you sneaking off to?” His angry expression disappears when I put my finger to my lips and jerk my head for him to join me.
