Page 68 of Marked By Myth

There was something off with his delivery. He wasn’t meeting my eyes, and that wasn’t like him.

“He was bad, huh?”

“We won’t blame him for it.”

“You do already,” I said. “How bad was it, Levi?”

He sighed, his eyes finally landing on mine. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters. The rest can wait until tomorrow.”

I nodded, pulling him down to hug me. “He’s a brute, but he’d be lost without you, Levi.”

He tensed at my words, but soon he moved into the hug. It felt good, I couldn’t argue with that, but I knew if Myth saw me hugging him, something else would crack. We parted and I sat on the bike, waiting. Everything hurt. The cuts on my skin, the bruises all over, and my feet for some weird reason were aching.

“Rox?”

We both turned to see Myth heading toward me, putting his weapon in the waistband of his jeans at the back, and closing the distance between us. He pulled me up into his arms and held me tight. It was almost too tight, but I liked it.

He pulled back just enough to look at my face, smoothing my blood-soaked hair out of my eyes. “Are you all right?”

“I am. I might need a couple of days to heal, but I didn’t let them break me.”

“I knew you wouldn’t.”

His lips were on mine then, soft and tender, but claiming in a way that could have broken me if I let it.

“Prez?”

We broke apart. Destroyer was standing there, waiting for instructions. So were the rest of the boys.

“Burn it down,” he commanded, before he kissed me again, and leaned his head on mine. “Let’s go home, baby.”

Myth

Rox rode me like I was her favourite fucking bronco, and I was loving every minute of it. Her tits were bouncing along with her as she fucked me for the third time this morning. Ever since the hospital cleared her for any infection or long-lasting effects of the ordeal, she’d been fucking me like I was her medicine.

I didn’t dare complain. This was my favourite type of morning, watching my girl climax over and over on my cock.

She was avoiding the issues from her capture, I knew that, we all knew that, but I also knew if you pushed her, she would retreat and I couldn’t risk that.

Her pussy fluttered around my cock and her nails dug into my chest, just as I felt my balls pull. We came together, me filling her core with my cum, and her screaming her release.

She fell to the side of me, both of us panting in the cool air of the room.

“I’ve gotta get up and go to work, baby.”

“I know,” she said, turning on her side. “How’s Fang?”

“Still not talking to me.”

“How bad was it?”

“I don’t know, Rox. I don’t know why he took it so personally.”

“Talk to him.”

I sighed. “He can come talk to me. I’m his president.”

“Fuck you’re so stubborn, the both of you.”