Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(93)

“You can have as much as you want,” I whimper. I clench around him, letting him feel me, and he groans loudly. “I’ll never stop wanting you like this. Watching you lose control is so fucking hot.”

“How could I help it with you?” he breathes. “When you’re so—”

He doesn’t get the word out, choking on a moan when I slam myself back down on his cock.

I can tell Priest is getting closer, turned on beyond measure and reaching the point of no return as his orgasm starts bearing down on him.

His fingers tighten on my hips, and he starts bucking up, losing control and fucking up into me. Our bodies slap together, the sound of skin on skin ringing out in his room. I don’t want him to have to move, because even though he’s so far gone now, I can see the pain in his face.

So I do all the work, pressing him back down and rising and falling faster and harder, riding him like I can’t get enough. I lift up and slam back down again and again, fucking myself hard on his cock.

“River!” He practically shouts my name, and he holds on to me for dear life, caught up in the pleasure of it.

I’m right there with him. Heat sparks through me, intense and all-consuming. All I can do is keep moving, chasing the feeling of desire that’s threatening to tip me right over the edge.

I love how Priest’s control snaps when he’s with me. All that pent up passion pouring out. It’s all over his face, clear in the way he moves, in the way he holds on to me like he might fall apart completely if he lets go.

It all builds to a frenzy, to a tipping point, and I almost scream his name when I come, the feeling of it hitting me like a ton of bricks. My pussy clenches around him, and that drags Priest’s orgasm out of him, sending him over the edge right after me.

My heart thunders in my chest, and I can feel the tremors wracking Priest’s body as we catch our breaths and start to come down. Every so often a jolt of pleasure will hit me, and I shiver each time, licking my lips and letting out a breath.

I settle down onto Priest’s chest, careful of his injuries, his cock still inside me.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, the sound vibrating against my ear as I tuck my head under his chin.

“For what?”

“For coming for me.” His hand finds my hair, stroking through the still-damp strands. “For saving me.”

Somehow, I know he’s not just talking about tonight. He’s talking about all of it, everything that’s happened between us since the day we met.

And the truth is, he saved me too.

“I always will,” I murmur. “I promise.”

He wraps his arms around me and lets out a soft sigh, and we fall asleep like that, our heartbeats syncing into a single rhythm.





39





River





The next morning, I wake up with Priest’s cum drying on my leg and his arms around me. He’s already awake, stroking his fingers through my hair lightly.

It’s so comfortable and soothing, and for a second, it’s hard to believe that the terror and anger of last night happened at all. There’s sunlight streaming through the blinds, bathing the room in a soft warmth, and when I lift my head, I can see it lighting up Priest’s face as well.

It glances off those sharp cheekbones and hits his icy pale eyes in a way that makes them seem to glow. The bruises and cuts are still on his face, proof of what he went through last night, but he looks content.

He looks like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than here with me right now, and that makes warmth well in my chest and spread all the way down to my fingers and toes.

“Good morning,” he murmurs, his voice husky and low from sleep.

It makes me shiver a little to hear it. My body is pleasantly sore from our fucking last night, and I have to agree with him. This a very good morning indeed.

“Morning,” I whisper back. I lean up so I can see his face more clearly, searching it for any signs of regret or pain.

There’s nothing there but open contentment, and I smile at him and dip my head to kiss him softly.

The hand in my hair tightens a little, and Priest kisses me back, murmuring my name against my lips. He pulls me back down, like he doesn’t want to let me go.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, just wanting to make sure. Just wanting to hear him say it.

He chuckles a little, his arms tightening around me.

“Maybe it’s strange to say this the day after being tortured, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve felt this good,” he tells me. “So yeah. I’m okay.”

He drops a kiss to the top of my head, and a soft, pleased sigh rustles through my hair.

I love that. I love feeling him so close to me, and I could stay here forever in this warmth. But unfortunately, we can’t. Not yet.

“We should get up,” I murmur after a while. “I want to get downstairs and check in with the others.”

“Good idea. There should be some news about the fallout from Julian’s death by now.”

Priest kisses me one more time for good measure, and then we get out of bed and throw on some clothes before heading down.

Everything seems different and brighter in the aftermath of Julian’s death. Having it done with, no longer hanging over our heads making everything tense and urgent just feels so good.