Page 45 of Bloody Quarter

Pulling out, he flipped me over. My boobs pressed into the cold mud, and the air was pushed out of my lungs as he slid into me. Pinning me by the back of the neck, my face was pressed deep enough that mud covered my right nostril, and I couldn’t open my eye. Yet when I screamed, it was because I couldn’t get enough and arched my ass up in time to his powerful thrusts.

“That’s it, Doll. Fuck my cock, show me how much you hate me. Kill me with your pussy,” he said, his breath hot against my skin. I yelled and bucked under him as he bit my ear, the sharp pain bringing on the climax in a rush. The sound I made was feral as I came, and black spots dotted and danced behind my eyes.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me, Doll. Fuck me.” Greyson snarled like an animal before he bit the base of my neck hard enough to draw blood. Even as I rode out the intense pleasure—and the continuing climax that I never wanted to end—I could feel his tongue lapping up the blood.

I was reduced to wailing and moaning as he pounded me harder. My pussy loved the rough fuck and the sound of him grunting as his body slapped into mine.

“You’re mine,” his voice rumbled against my skin with his teeth still firmly lodged. “Say the fucking words, Doll,” he snarled.

“I’m yours,” I yelled.

“Yes, you fucking are,” he said. Rearing up, his cock pushed me toward a second peak. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, and I could feel him coming, pushing me over the edge. “Yes. You. Fucking. Are.” With each thrust, his cock twitched as he came, and another convulsion ripped through my body.

Panting, Greyson pulled me up out of the muck and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look over my shoulder. He captured my mouth, and I could taste my blood and the earth on his lips. I ate him up as he devoured me while our tongues danced. His fingers slipped between my legs to pinch my clit, drawing out the last of my orgasm on his fingers as I moaned.

Spent, I collapsed against him as he wrapped his arms around my body and cradled me to his chest.

I had no idea where he got the strength, but he stood and walked to the house with me in his arms. My mind was fuzzy, like an out-of-focus movie that I couldn’t be bothered getting up and fixing. A warm spray of water hit us, and I looked up, instantly drowning in the icy blue of his eyes. Eyes that would chill me to the bone as much as they lit my soul on fire.

“I am yours,” I said softly, my throat raw from all the screaming.

“And I am yours,” he said, kissing my forehead.

Greyson

I let Alora sleep as I processed how much I enjoyed laying beside her for the first time. She was curled in a ball, her back pressing into me as she gripped my hand to her chest. It had been a long time since I slept in bed with a girl. The only other times had been because I was too intoxicated to give a fuck and passed out. I’d also never fucked anyone without a condom, which explained where my mind and emotions were sitting. Lennox would call me a fucking idiot, but there were only two things I craved in this world, death, and my doll. I wasn’t giving either of them up.

Kissing her cheek, I untangled my arm from her tight grasp and pulled on a pair of sweatpants before heading downstairs. I only had a few hours before I needed to head out for the party I was hosting. It was a combination graduation and demonstration as four more dogs had passed the program. Rodney had already made the arrangements to show off their skills. Grabbing a pot, I put the grits in to boil while I mixed the biscuit dough from memory. My mom loved making them and taught me how before I could talk. As soon as they were rolled out, cut, and tossed in the oven, I got to work on the meat. I twirled the panhandles before sitting them on the stove.

“Those are pretty fancy cooking skills,” Alora said, and I smiled as I turned to see her walking toward me. She was wearing one of my T-shirts while her hair fell around her shoulders in unruly waves, and a blush dusted across her cheeks. She didn’t look worried as I picked her up and placed her on the counter.

“Well, hello, breakfast.”

She smiled, and it was the first time I’d seen her truly smile for anything or anyone. If she didn’t already own my soul, she would’ve captured it then.

“Hi back.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, Alora kissed me as I ran my fingers through her hair.

“I’m tempted to turn everything off and just lay you out on the table.”

“I think I’ve laid on that table enough for at least a year,” she said teasingly.

“Trust me, there is never too much of you spread eagle on a table. That is a vision I never want to forget.”

“Okay, but could we do it without the pesky nose tube and catheter this time?” I burst out laughing and kissed her again before leaning over and pouring her a cup of coffee.

“You not going to ask how I take my coffee?”

I smirked. “You take your coffee black or with a splash of milk. Am I correct?”

“You are. I should’ve known you would already know the answer.”

“You’re right. You should’ve known. I take in everything.” I stared into her eyes and poured in a bit of milk. “Especially when it has to do with you. Here you go.” I nibbled at her neck, loving that she giggled, all of her walls down. “Wanna go for another chase today,” I asked as I walked to the stove and then looked back to see Alora staring at me with wide eyes. “I’m joking.” She relaxed and took a sip of her coffee. “Next time, it’ll be at the cemetery,” I said as she started to choke.

“Do you need any help?”

“If you wouldn’t mind manning the toast,” I said, putting a massive T-bone in one pan and some bacon and andouille in the other.

“That sounds difficult. I don’t know if I can manage that complicated task,” she sassed.