Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(47)

“Oh, gods,” I groaned, an orgasm hinting just from that.

“Been called worse.” Warwick slid his mouth down my neck, tugging my prison uniform top and sports bra over my head and tossing them on the ground, his mouth claiming my breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue.

“Warwick...” My back arched.

His hands dragged down the curves of my body as he went to his knees, tugging at my stained pants.

“No.” I grabbed his hand with a whisper. “I feel so disgusting and dirty. I’m covered in sweat, dirt, and blood.”

“I don’t care.” His penetrating gaze lifted to mine with a feral lift of his lip. “I need to fucking taste you now.” He yanked down my pants, along with my underwear. He didn’t need to, but it made him feel even more real as he blew against my folds. A low growl vibrated against my inner thigh as he tugged my leg over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Brexley...”

My lungs faltered, my body sparking and tingling as I felt his mouth slide up my inner thigh. My nails dug into the wall, my breath shallow, my hips already pushing toward him, begging for him.

His tongue sliced through me, my body practically convulsing at the onslaught, a cry tearing from my chest. I no longer cared where we were or who could hear us. Pleasure was so fleeting and rare; you took it where you could in this world.

Plus, the more we “bonded,” the stronger it became.

“Fuuucck.” He groaned loudly against me, only making me whimper and claw at the back of his head, pushing him harder into me. “Fuck, I forgot how good you taste.” He spread me wider, his fingers rubbing through me.

Energy danced around us, the flutter of ghosts, the shifting of people, soft groans of pleasure, the bulbs flickering down the passage.

Heat was already racing through my veins, my hips rocking against him while his lips, teeth, and tongue devoured me.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” I was already hurtling toward the ledge. Maybe I was strung so tight, it wouldn’t have taken much to get me off.

Nope. It was all Warwick.

He didn’t kiss; he consumed.

He didn’t fuck; he claimed like a mythological warrior.

He fought, killed, pillaged, and declared ownership of anything he desired.

“Warwick.” I threaded my fingers through his hair, yanking his head back. He growled, looking up at me, his mouth glistening and puffy.

“Now.” I dug my nails deeper into his head, making his eyes spark. He rose to his feet, yanking down his pants.

Fuck.

Seeing his massive cock, pulsing and hard, had me dripping. He grabbed my leg, propping it up on the bars and opening my hips. Clutching my thigh, he dragged himself through me, hinting at my opening.

Whimpering, I bit down on my lip until I tasted blood.

Warwick’s chest vibrated, one hand grabbing my head, his mouth taking mine as he thrust inside me.

I moaned so loudly it echoed down the hall, feeling myself stretching, trying to adjust to his size.

A string of curse words came from Warwick’s cell, reminding me this wasn’t even the real thing. I seemed to always forget how authentic this felt. To an outsider, we were alone, in two different cells. But the man in front of me was becoming more vivid. I could feel the vein in his cock rubbing against my walls, causing my toes to curl and my head to spin.

Warwick’s shade drove in again, rough and needy. His hand grabbed mine, threading it through the bars until I felt Warwick’s real hand grasp mine.

“Oh, shit!” I cried. His touch multiplied everything until my body was trembling.

I was suddenly in his cell, my spine grating against the stone as he fucked me deeper.

“Fucking hell, Brexley...” Warwick grunted, his hips crashing against me, pounding and unrelenting, the grip between our hands so tight the bones in my fingers popped. But nothing mattered.

Gasps and moans filled the cells, everyone feeling our energy, taking away all pain and trauma for a moment.

A spark of white light.

A gust of wind.

A rumble of thunder.

His thumb rolled over my core, hurling me completely over, ripping my vision from me.

“Warwick!” I heard myself scream.

“Sotet démonom,” he hissed, pounding harder, as I felt his hot cum explode inside me, tearing me from the present.

Fire crackled; wind howled. I was hit with a vision of us at night on a field of bodies, our boots saturated with blood, gore and wounds covering us as we walked together, like we were death itself.

The Grey.

The Wolf.

The flash was only for a moment before I was flung back to earth, gasping and wheezing for air, my bones shaking vehemently.

Our fingers still locked together, we both took a while to speak or move. His shadow kissed me deep, then he was gone. The bond between us was now strong, and the energy we created together thrummed in my ears and wound around me like a web.

I heard someone sigh dreamily from a few cells down. “What the hell was that?”

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” Warwick mumbled, causing me to laugh.

We let go of each other, my fingers aching and bruised, but damn, it was worth it.

“Did it help, Kovacs?” He exhaled deeply, sliding down the wall.

“Is that how you keep me from flipping out?” I frowned at the disgusting clothes I had to pull back on again.