Page 67 of Soul Redeemed

His muscles damn near screamed when he slowed the pace of his hips to a lazy roll that produced a long droning moan from Ava.

She reached between her legs, fingers brushing over his balls, and the way she bounced into him told Calix her body craved fast and hard as much as he did, desperately searching for another orgasm.

As Calix drove into Ava from behind, he caught the curl of her fingers gripping tight to the sheets. Closing his eyes, he savored the stricture of her tight pussy, and groaned at the way she tilted her hips, taking him deeper. The silky walls welcomed his cock, while her ass bore the bruising clench of his fingers. Calix upped the pace again, and allowed himself to fall forward against her back. He gripped both of her wrists and held tight, locking her small frame in a cage beneath him as he pounded into her.

The beast inside of him broke free on a possessive growl, and Calix snarled with every glide. It wanted more. More. Faster. Harder.

The red clouded his eyes while he continued to rut against her, ignoring the mewling cries that died into the cotton of the pillow below her.

Take. Take more.

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Xander lay back on the bed in his chambers, arms crossed behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling.

What a fucking joke.

To think he’d have been anywhere near close to having Karinna—the only female he’d give up his fucking soul for. It must’ve been a moment of boredom for the gods. They must’ve been looking down on him with a blunt half hanging from their lips, stoking up the cruelest joke they could conjure by allowing him to find the Fallen so easily, giving him a brief moment of hope, before ripping it out of his hands.

He’d never have Karinna. Xander realized that after he’d lost the Fallen female, in a moment he could only describe as the split second that flushed his fucking dreams down the toilet.

The same moment he’d handed over those damn keys to Calix’s female.

“What the hell was I thinking?”

He’d been far too concerned with Calix’s wellbeing to take notice of his own shriveled up dick that would soon be firing his ass for new management.

Shifting his gaze down his body, he stared at his cock resting against his stomach, still hard after the throttling he’d given it moments ago. “Sorry, buddy. I failed both of us.”

Christ. He’d resorted to talking to his dick. Didn’t get much more pathetic than that. Next thing would be looking into getting a cat and joining one of those knitting clubs Anna liked to talk about.

At a buzz on the nightstand, Xander glanced over, and at Gavin’s number flashing across his cellphone screen, he lifted the phone to his ear.

“’Sup, Bossman?”

“I’m at the club. Just had a chat with our old friend, Lyric.”

Xander frowned at that. “Not following.”

“The female who took care of Zeke after the Enforcer had his fun with him.”

“Ah, yeah. Fallen chick. I remember her.” Cute girl, in a Mad Max Thunderdome sort of way. Probably a hellcat in the sack.

“She inquired about Zeke,” Gavin prattled on, interrupting his musings. “Was worried that he might’ve committed sudesxz, though I’ve assured her Zeke is just fine.”

“Forgive me, but what the fuck does this have to do with me?”

“It so happens, I spoke with Ava last night. She told me what happened down in the catacombs. It seems Lyric ran into Ava number two last night. East side.”

No shit. “She say where?”

“Faeria Club. Apparently, she went out for some fresh air and never returned.”

“Sounds like our girl.”

“Xander, the next time you decide to imprison a female at the compound, I’d ask that you run it by me, first.”

“Wasn’t my idea. Zayne brought her back here.”