In Peace Lies Havoc (Midnight Mayhem #1)(51)

“Really not necessary, King. I could have walked.”

He stops outside our RV and opens the door, carrying me inside and upstairs to his room. I don’t get a second to admire the kingdom because he’s tossing me onto his bed. My hair is everywhere, and I’m almost certain that the makeup I put on earlier is smudged all over my face, but thanks to liquid courage, I think I look like a ten. Okay, a six at best. Water.

“What are we doing, King?” He loosens his belt buckle and undoes his button. His hair is a mess all over his head, and his tanned cheeks are slightly flushed. Probably from carrying me. But then when I look over his muscles, I know that can’t be it. He obviously trains as a side hustle. I reach forward before I can stop myself, and my fingertip is connecting with the roses over his hip.

His hand instantly flies out and stops me as his other comes under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Don’t.”

“Well, what are we doing?” I ask again, licking my lips.

His eyes drop to my mouth, and he turns around, tugging on his hair. He turns back to face me, his eyes wild. “Fuck if I know, Dove. I don’t know anymore. You—you’re.”

The red streaks around his wrist catch my eye, and I shoot up off the bed, catching his wrist before he can move it. “Blood.”

He yanks it out of my hand, and before I can say anything, his mouth is on me, and he’s pushing me back onto the bed, his body falling on top of mine. I no longer care what we are doing because whatever this is feels right. At least it does right now.

My legs widen and he sinks into me further, his head moving to the side to gain more access on my mouth. He’s heavy, and his breath is brushing over my collarbone. All of these factors contribute to the flight of butterflies that are roaring in my belly. I think of that Halsey song, where she’s saying that sometimes the warning signs feel like butterflies, but those thoughts evaporate when he grinds against me. I’m sticky from the Texas heat and from running through the forest, but on top of that, we have the alcohol and the sexual tension that has been about to snap for far too long.

My hips raise up to meet his, rubbing against his swollen crotch.

He groans, and the deep sound vibrates over my mouth, sending shockwaves all the way down to my core. Reaching for the band of his jeans, I yank them down until I can run my nails over his ass cheeks. He bites down on my lip, so hard that I can taste the familiar tang of blood taint my mouth. “You wanna do this?” he asks, though his hands are gripping for my tank. “Speak now or forever hold your fucking peace, Little Bird.”

I do what any girl would do with Kingston Axton half naked on top of them, wanting to eat you alive.

I hold my fucking peace.

He tears off my tank top with his bare hands and cups one of my breasts in his hand. His mouth lowers, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. Warmth satiates throughout my body, tingles snarling all over my flesh.

I moan, pushing my chest into him, wanting more. Needing more. Something more. I reach down and unbutton my shorts, yanking them off and kicking them off the bed.

King stops, his breathing heavy, and his chest heaving. He slowly crawls off the bed, his eyes never moving from my body until he’s standing back where he started.

He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth as his hand dips beneath his jeans. Now the bulge that was there has doubled as he slowly moves up and down.

“Touch yourself.”

“What?” I whisper out, not wanting to touch myself. “Why, when you could do it?”

His jaw clenches. “Because I can’t have you, so I want to watch you have you.” He pulls his jeans down, and his cock springs free. My mouth waters at the sight. Tight skin around a thick shaft. There’s a piercing on the tip of his crown that goes from the top to the bottom. How did I miss that before?

“God.” My back arches off the bed like a hungry fucking lunatic.

“Touch yourself, Dovey. Show me what you do when you’re all alone.”

I chew on my bottom lip, and my eyes widen as I watch him slowly pump himself. The sight is traumatic. It’s like everything you’ve ever wanted, but being told you can’t have it.

Instead of doing what I usually do, ask too many questions, I go with it. I slide my palm over my nipples before slowly dragging them down my tight stomach. Everything is slick from both of our bodily fluids, so my hands slip and slide all over the place. When I find a spot below my belly button that’s a little more wet than others, I lean up on one elbow and see the smudge of blood.

His eyes turn to fire as they catch mine, and he watches with aching pain as I swipe my thumb through it and bring it to my mouth, sucking the blood off my thumb and making an extra effort to roll my lips over with the movement. It isn’t exactly hard, since my lips are one of the larger assets on my body.

He turns feral, and a deep growl vibrates through him. The atmosphere thickens around us, and I know I’ve hit something dark within him. Something untamed and violent. I don’t care. I want it. I want all of him. I run my hand back down my body until I’m cupping myself. I slowly sink my index finger inside of me, turning slightly, so he has the best view. Using my thumb, I rub my clit in circles and watch as he squeezes the tip of his dick.

“King,” I whisper, wanting him inside me. “I need you.”

“Fuck.” He exhales, stopping his movements. He leans forward and grabs my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth.