Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(65)

Next, I coat my cock and his ass with more lube. The moment he turns to look at me, I press the tip against his entrance. I slowly push into him, and a gasp escapes me. His ass is definitely a virgin. He’s so fucking tight.

“Jesus—” he deeply breathes, reaching behind his back to grip my thigh, digging his fingertips into my skin.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, becoming still.

“No,” he shoots back.

With that, I sink into him further, stretching him wide. He feels incredible. As much as I want to fully lose control, and fuck him hard, I hold myself back. Thrusting forward, I push into him deeper, and his ass grips me tight.

“Fuck, Micah,” he lets out between clenched teeth, reaching between his legs to stroke his cock. “Yes…fuck—”

“Yeah?” I groan, slightly pulling back before driving into him harder.

“Fuck,” he grunts, pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts. “Yes. Fucking yes.”

Hitting just the right spot, I feel his body tense against me.

“More,” he encourages.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment, for so long,” I confess, now fucking him ruthlessly, covered in sweat. Thrust, after thrust, I drive into him forcefully, burying my straining cock in his ass. The feeling of my imminent orgasm builds rapidly inside of me. As I quicken my pace, he strokes his cock faster, breathing heavily. “Being inside of you. Filling you with my cum.”

Suddenly, I explode inside of him, smacking my hips against his ass cheeks with loud claps. I cry out in amazement. Pure disbelief.

The intensity literally blows my mind.

I haven’t fucked a man in almost a year. But I never, in my wildest dreams, imagined losing myself in Jensen. Him finally coming to his senses.

Yet, here he is, groaning ferally, coming all over the bedsheets as he claims his release.

He plops down onto his stomach, and I collapse onto the mattress beside him. Besides the sound of our uneven breaths, the room is quiet. I stare up at the ceiling and shut my eyes, giving in to exhaustion.

“That was…” his voice trails off. “Insanely good.”

“Fuck,” I laugh, trying to catch my breath.

“So, we’re okay?”

“Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

Unexpectedly, something lightly brushes against my lower abdomen. When I gain the strength to open my eyes, my gaze drifts down to the thick scar beneath Jensen’s fingertips.

The scar we both have, in nearly an identical location.

Damien included.

The mark of the Order.

And for a brief moment, a flashback of my initiation swallows me whole.

A searing ache radiates in my lower abdomen. I pull out the blade from my flesh and observe the bloody tip of the knife as my blood begins to spill. Crimson red drips onto the dead leaves and dirt beneath me.

Struggling to my feet, I clench my stomach with my hand as the pain receptors in my body surge. Suddenly, there’s a furious, burning heat raging inside of me.

A heat like no other.

A severe, electric shock fires through my abdomen with each step forward.

Collapsing onto my knees, I hunch forward, willing myself to get back up.

The Order awaits…





CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX





QUINN





Opening my eyes, I wake up to the heavenly aroma of fresh coffee. The sheets fall to my waist as I sit upright, searching the room for Damien. He’s nowhere in sight.

Tiredly rubbing my heavy eyelids, I play back everything that’s happened between the four of us over the course of just a few days. Even though I first met them on Halloween night, I feel so deeply connected to them. Like I’ve been searching for them my whole life.

Suddenly, Damien steps through the doorway with a mug in his grasp. He crookedly grins, and those sexy dimples of his appear.

His gaze travels down my naked body as he approaches the bed. “How did you sleep, princess?”

“Great,” I reply, feeling a warmth rise on my cheeks.

Sitting down beside me, he hands me the cup. “Careful,” he warns, eying me cautiously as I take it from his grasp. His eyes are so blue, drawing me in. There’s an endless depth within them. It’s hypnotizing. “It’s really hot,” he states. And he lets out a soft, seductive chuckle, the most beautiful melody. “Yet, between you and the steaming coffee, there’s no competition.”

Rolling my eyes, I laugh, lightly blowing on the scorching-hot liquid to cool it down. “Thank you,” I say.

Within seconds, his eyes darken with lust. I instantly lose my breath, clenching the mug tight. The way he’s staring at me is so primal. It sends a chill down my spine, and goosebumps rise on my skin.

He looks over what feels like every visible inch of me. Every part of my body that’s not hidden beneath the blue silk sheets.

“Damien,” I murmur, flustered. A little bit self-conscious, as well. I lift the sheets with my free hand, in a rushed attempt to cover myself.

Until he reaches out, and traces my lips with the tip of his thumb. “You are so stunning, Quinn,” he softly says. He pulls the covers down and gently cups my breasts. My nipples harden beneath his gentle touch, and I find myself melting beneath his brooding gaze, unable to say a single word. “Don’t feel like you ever need to hide from us,” he says, pressing a tender kiss on my shoulder. “Your body is a work of art, and your soul is as pure as they come. You’re flawless, baby.”