Traded (Blood Ties Book 5)

Carven looked down at me, naked and splayed out on the bed.

“You good?” he asked, his voice quiet and careful…but the question wasn’t aimed at me, it was for his brother, Colt.

I glanced at my silent protector and shoved upwards. “Colt?” I called as I slid out from under his twin and moved toward him. Fear surged inside me at his silence. But there wasn’t a spark of jealousy or anger in his deep blue eyes. There was just relief.

“He’ll protect you now.” He slowly shifted his gaze from me to his brother. “He’ll keep you safe.”

I caught Carven’s flinch as the words hit home, like he hadn’t understood the true implications of what we’d just done, and now he did. But before either of us could speak, Colt headed for the open door. I shoved forward to head after him.

“Don’t.” Carven stopped me as he slowly glanced toward the empty doorway. “Let him go. He’ll come to us when he’s ready.”

I hated the anguish between us. I’d thought that once we were together, somehow our connection would be strong enough to insulate us from anything. I just hadn’t counted on the pain from within. But the horror out there still waited, even more ravenous than it’d been before. Only this time it wasn’t after its pound of flesh.

Now it was after my heart…and it was sharpening its teeth.

Carven stepped backward and turned his attention to me. He bent slowly, snatched my nightie from the floor, and held it up. “You won’t be needing this.”

He fisted the garment and surged forward, but that unflinching stare didn’t move from mine as he grabbed me around the waist and lifted. My legs went around him and my hands slid over his strong shoulders. He didn’t speak, just carried me from his brother’s room.

The dull bathroom light spilled into the hallway and the low hiss of the shower caught my attention. I wanted to go to him, but Carven was right. He needed to come to us. To trust us. To let us in…

Still, Colt’s haunted stare stayed with me as Carven strode to his bedroom, stepped inside, and kicked the door closed. I wanted to know what had happened to Colt tonight because, whatever it was, it had been bad.

That empty stare stayed with me as I took in Carven’s darkened room. I hadn’t ever been in here, not because I hadn’t wanted to, but because I hadn’t been welcome. Everything about this brother had been off-limits. He’d made that abundantly clear…until now.

He’ll protect you now.

Those words echoed as I took in the guns and knives scattered across his bed and cabinets. But he was gentle as he shoved aside handguns and a machete to lay me in the middle of the bed. He didn’t speak, just looked down at me as he stepped backward.

Bright light spilled from a small refrigerator in the corner of his room as he cracked open the door and reached inside. He grabbed two bottles of water, came back, and handed me one. I took it and watched him carefully as he removed the lid of his and drank.

Those piercing blue eyes didn’t waver, just stayed fixed on mine.

Feeling awkward, I opened my water and drank some. He gave a nod when I stopped, urging me to keep going. I did until the cold water spread through my belly and sloshed. Only then did he take it from my hand and placed both of them on the dresser before he slowly turned back.

Prey…

That’s what I felt like.

And he was the predator as he stalked forward to stop in front of me.

One who gripped me around the waist and turned me over. Only this time he was gentle. I let him move me while I stared at the gleaming edge of the blade in front of me. A tender touch came against my ass and made my breath catch.

“You scared of me now, Wildcat?”

His hand trailed over the swell of my cheek, then slipped between my thighs.

“No,” I forced the word.

“No?” he repeated softly, as if he wanted to double check.

I closed my eyes as he reached between my thighs and spread the slick remnants of his cum along the crease of my ass. “No,” I repeated. “I’m not scared of you, Carven.”

That touch pressed against the ring of muscle and drove the slick inside. “Maybe you should be. London is right, Wildcat. I will fuck you raw…and you’ll enjoy every fucking moment of it, won’t you?”

I fisted the sheets at the invasion and held on. “Yes. Jesus Christ, yes.”

“I won’t hold your hand.” He thrust in, then eased out before he slowly pushed in two fingers until the muscle burned with the stretch, then slipped free again. “I won’t buy you flowers. But what I will do.” He turned to press his face against my pussy, and licked. “Is bring you the hands of every motherfucker who hurt you.”

I closed my eyes as he drove in again, my body stretching under the intrusion.

“That is the one thing I’m good at. So tonight, Wildcat, it’s this. Then in the morning, I want names and faces. You think you can do that?”

I splayed my knees wider, swept away by the softness of his tongue and the deadly implications of his promise. “Yes.”

“Good.” He pushed his fingers all the way inside, then spread them. “That’s real good.”

Splat.

He unleashed a cheekful of saliva that dribbled between his fingers onto my skin. I pushed back against him. This was what it meant to be cared for by this son. I wasn’t just protected.

I was going to be avenged.

“Kill them.” The memory of their cruel hands invaded. “Kill them all.”

“Oh, I plan on it, Wildcat.” He slid his fingers from my ass and gave it a sharp slap!

I bucked as panic tore free.

Memories of London’s spanking flooded my mind.

But this assault wasn’t in anger, nor was it a surprise. I trembled and my pussy fluttered as his demanding grip clenched around the flesh of my ass and then eased.

The slick trail of his saliva came again and trickled against the searing heat of my body. I fisted the sheets as the thick head of his cock pressed against the ring of muscle and pulled away as he invaded. But he wrapped one strong arm around my waist and held me in place.

“Say it,” he demanded as he pushed…pushed…and pushed. “Say stop.”

I shook my head and clenched the sheets tighter. “Harder,” I moaned.

He was so fucking big…too big. I wasn’t going to be able to take him, not like this…not like…

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “I’m going to fucking use you, fuck your pussy every chance I get and stretch this ass until you’re begging me to fill it. Then I’m going to wrap my hand around your throat and watch you choke on my cock.”

Then he eased back out. I panted and focused on the burn as he slowly pushed in again, just past the thick head. His arm tightened around me. “Just until you…get…used to it,” he groaned as he held me in place and slowly thrust his cock all the way in.

I whimpered, my breaths panting.

“My good little whore,” he moaned, and pulled me back against him. “Such a good whore.”

Panic boomed as it fought a battle inside me. I both wanted that thing out of my ass…and it in deeper. “Oh, God.” I released the bedding and reached around to grab his waist instead.

“That’s the way,” he grunted as he thrust so hard it made me buck. “Hold on to me.”

I dug in my nails, which only made him growl in response. His thrusts picked up until my pussy throbbed. But before I could climax, he unleashed a grunt and then stilled, deep inside.

“Oh…fuck…fuck!”

His cock pulsed as it sent warmth deep inside me.

“Wildcat…” he started.

I slid my hands from his waist. “It’s okay.”

He pulled free from me. “What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t matter that I didn’t climax.”

His chest pressed against my back. “Yet.”

I looked over my shoulder and found that icy stare, which was very much unspent.

“On your back,” he ordered. “We’re only done when I say we’re done…”

I couldn’t think, only obeyed, lowered myself, and turned over.

“That’s the way,” he praised. “Look how obliging you are. Spread your legs, Wildcat. I want to take a good look at what I’m about to eat.”

I could barely lift my legs. When I did, he rose above me like some ravenous, bloodthirsty god and caught my trembling leg in one hand before he sank down.

“I’m gonna use you, Wildcat,” he murmured throatily as he spread me wide before he dragged his teeth over my clit.

I twitched and bucked at the sensation. It took all my strength to lift my head and watch as he nipped that plump and swollen hood, then spread my pussy open with those calloused hands.

Hands I knew would be bathed in the blood of my enemies tomorrow.

The thought of that turned me on.

“You’ll kill them all, won’t you?”

He lifted his head until that icy stare met mine. “I’ll do more than kill them, Wildcat. I’ll wipe their fucking existences from the face of the Earth.”

My arm was heavy, but I managed to cup the back of his head and gently pushed him back down. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, you will.”

His mouth covered my pussy and he sucked slowly, then drove that tongue deep inside.

My hips rolled, desperate for the friction.

Yes, he used me…

But I used him, too.

Driving his face harder where I needed it the most.

And he obliged greedily.

Until the low, drugging waves slammed brutally into me. I came hard, my hand fisted in that white-blond hair until slowly, the son lifted his head, his mouth glistening.

My hands fell back down to the sheets, my legs still spread wide. I couldn’t have fought him even if I’d wanted to. “If you want to fuck again, help yourself,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. “I need to sleep.”

I floated, rising and falling, but surfaced when he lifted me higher in his bed and eased my head against the pillows. The clatter of guns and knives came until darkness stole me away and pulled me all the way down.

“I’ll be back soon,” he whispered as he slid from the bed. “Just going to shower.”

I woke sometime later as hands gently rolled me over and spread my legs, making me crack open my eyelids.

In the darkness, I found him.

“Not gonna hurt you,” he assured me, his voice laden with sleep. “I just need to feel you one more time.”

I said nothing as he slid inside and thrust slowly. Drops from his wet hair hit my back. I felt the tickle at my side as his cock filled me.

“You truly were made for me,” he murmured.

My body jolted with his thrusts, so I opened my legs wider. “Yes,” I whispered. “As you were made for me.”