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When I get her to the side of the bed, I tug her top up her ribs and toss it to the floor. Next, I undo her pants and shove them down her thighs. “I need you naked, Laine.”
“What? Now?”
I ignore the surprise in her voice and reach around her to get rid of her bra. “Aye, right now. I know you told Kelvin you’re all right, but I need to see it for myself. Marco didn’t hurt you in any other way, did he?”
My voice is strangled as I ask, but I have to be sure. She said they haven’t been a couple in a very long time but did him finding out she moved on anger him? Did he take that anger out on her?”
Gentle hands cup both sides of my face and she forces me to focus on her. “You know the whole story. I’m fine, see?”
She steps back and rests her bare bottom on the edge of the mattress. She’s naked, and she is, indeed, whole and seemingly unharmed.
I drop to the floor between her legs and the impact jars my side and my vision fritzes. I don’t fucking care. The beast inside me is raging that my woman was almost taken from me, and I need to assure myself she’s safe.
Pressing a firm hand against her navel, I push her back enough to get my mouth on her core.
She lets off a feminine sound, but doesn’t fight me. “You don’t have to. I really am…”
I suck her clit into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves as I slide two fingers into her sweet pussy.
“…fine.”
The muscles inside her grab hold, throbbing around the pumping of my digits and I reach deeper, curling my finger against her G-spot.
“Tag!” she pants, her voice shredded as she grinds against my mouth.
Normally, I take great pleasure in drawing out her release and building her up over and over again.
Tonight, that’s not what I need.
After the violence of the night and knowing another man laid hands on her, I need to hear her cry out in pleasure. “Come for me, wildcat. I need to feast on your pleasure.”
Her breathing hitches and a rush of warmth wets my lips. I give her a moment to ride out her pleasure and then I stand, unzip my pants, and smile down at her flopped back on my bed.
Swiping my hand first over my face and then through the moisture at her entrance, I slick my cock. Lifting her knees, I pull her bottom back to the edge of the bed and sink into her in one strong thrust.
We both cry out from the invasion.
“I won’t last long,” I grunt, pushing inside her as far as our joined bodies will allow. “I just need to be inside you—to feel you milking my cock.”
She groans and though I’m likely ripping open my stitches, I feel nothing but the ecstasy of Laine’s heat and the rightness of marking my female. Even though she assured me Marco would never come between us, now that I’ve ended that possibility forever, I’m feeling more than a little possessive.
“Tell me you’re mine, wildcat.”
“I’m yours, Tag. All yours.”
“Forever,” I breathe.
“Forever.”
My hips thrust forward, and I tip my head back, grunting through the pleasure/pain of filling her with my cum.
All mine. Forever.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Laine
The Quinn family takes the weekend to rest and recover, and though Tag has another scar to add to the evidence of a violent life, the bullet hole through his side is dedicated to me and his willingness to die to protect me.
