Reaching up for the back of his neck, I dragged his lips back to mine for another spine-tingling kiss, and he thankfully followed suit. This time, I had a bit more life in me and gave as good as I got when it came to this unspoken battle for the upper hand. Damn all these alpha males in my life; I must definitely have a type.
My hands slid around to the front of his shirt, and instead of bothering with buttons, I simply ripped the fabric in two and shoved it down off his arms while he shifted to straddle my waist, I allowed my hands to roam the hard, chiseled planes of his now shirtless torso, soaking up magic with every heated touch.
Austin pulled back briefly from my lips, sitting up and swiping a thumb over my stomach to check my stab wound. Thankfully, it was sealing back together and no longer bleeding freely. It was more like a week old scar now, giving me faith that the rest of my injuries would soon follow.
“This is much slower than usual,” Austin commented sounding concerned again, still trailing his fingers through the slick red on my belly and frowning.
“Because I have about twelve broken ribs and some hectic internal bleeding to fix as well as everything you see,” I explained, deliberately trying to sound casual. “Also, I was already drained as fuck when he grabbed me from the party.”
Austin didn’t look up, but I saw a frown pull at his brow. “Shit, Princess. I never should have let you walk out of that study alone and drained of magic. This is all my fault. I was just so shocked to see Peyton that I wasn’t thinking.”
His fingertip drew a bright red line down the edge of my ribcage where it was purpling with bruising, and I shivered under his touch. Not because it hurt, which it fucking did, but because it was turning me on so damn bad. Something about being with Austin like this, so damaged and bloodied, it was perfect. And I wanted more.
Fucking hell, I was seriously starting to sound like a twisted bitch with thoughts like that, but I was hanging on by a thread. Doing this, with Austin, simply felt right.
“The whole world doesn’t fucking revolve around you, Austin,” I snapped, biting back at him in the only way we really knew how to communicate with one another. Through insults. “Now, are you going to keep crying about the past, or are you going to help me heal?”
And by “help me heal” I really did mean, “fuck me like I’ve been wanting you to for goddamn months.”
His eyes narrowed at me, glittering dangerously. “Oh, you want to be careful what you fucking wish for, baby girl,” he warned in a deadly quiet voice that would give Cole a run for his money in the menacing stakes. “Last chance to beg out and wait for the guys to get here.”
“Why?” I challenged, “You scared you’ll like it?”
I deliberately threw his own words back in his face, and he didn’t miss the reference. With a furious growl, he dove back down, grabbing my face within his bloodied hands and mashing his lips to mine.
Our lips opened to one another almost instantly, our teeth clicking together as we fought for positioning, and my fingernails clutched at the muscles of his back. Closer. I needed him closer. My back arched up from the bed, pressing my naked breasts to his chest and earning a rough moan from him as our skin sizzled and tingled with magic everywhere it touched. Relief flooded through me, and I honestly couldn’t have picked which was stronger—relief from pain or from the pent up sexual frustration the two of us had been dancing around for months.
Breathing ragged and wet, I knew my ribs were still broken and digging into my lungs, but I’d dealt with worse. It’d sort itself out when it was good and ready. Already I could feel the injuries to my stomach, thighs, and feet lessening, the pain transforming from the sharp searing heat to a low, dull ache.
My hands slipped down Austin’s back, clutching at his sides, and then when it still wasn’t enough, I flipped us both so that I was on top. My near-naked body was sprawled across the length of his colorful skin, and I pulled back a fraction to admire the view.
Even coated as he was in my blood, his tattoos were a sight to behold, covering his whole torso and disappearing under the waistband of his tuxedo pants. Sucking my lip between my teeth, I stared hungrily at that line of fabric interrupting my view, and I knew, without a doubt, I needed to see what was underneath.
“Maybe you should take a picture; it’d last longer,” Austin snarked, dragging my attention back up from his waistband to his face. His lips slightly swollen, he watched me with ravenous, lust-filled eyes, and I glared at him, fighting back a grin. He spoke my language fluently.
“Oh please,” I scoffed. “As if you haven’t been practically begging to get in my pants for weeks.”
“What pants?” he replied, looping his fingers into the side of my dental floss thong and tearing it clean off my body, leaving me exposed and halfway straddling him. “I see no pants to get into. Now mine on the other hand—”
“Jesus Christ do you ever shut up?” I groaned, taking matters into my own hands and kissing him hard, putting his sassy fucking mouth to better use than arguing with me over who wanted whom more. Suffice to say, as hard as his dick was straining against his tuxedo pants, he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him.
Austin threaded a hand back into my hair and flipped us again so that I was on my back—thankfully my ribs were almost fully healed—with him on his side, allowing him full access to my body with the hand he trailed down from my neck. Pausing at my chest, he cupped a handful of my breast, squeezing firmly and pinching my nipple hard enough to make me yelp against his mouth.
He chuckled a dark sound against my lips because he knew full well that I fucking loved it, as was evident by the way my back arched, pushing my chest harder into his hand. Fingers leaving my breast, he ran them down the bruised and aching line of my ribs and over the slick red of my stomach where my knife wound had all but disappeared, then danced lightly over my naked public bone.
“Oh God,” I groaned dramatically. “Don’t tell me after all that tension you’re going to turn out to be a damn tease.”
“A tease?” he repeated, pulling back from my lips and looking down at me with eyes narrowed in anger. “You of all fucking people want to talk to me about being a fucking tease?”
“Yeah, Austin, I do. What of it?” I challenged, my hands making quick and deliberate work of his belt and fly, freeing his rock hard shaft and palming it.
“You must be fucking kidding me, Princess. You’ve done nothing but fucking tease me since the moment we goddamn met.” His voice came out in a low growl of fury, but he did nothing to stop my hand as I stroked up the length of his cock and fiddled with the piercing through the tip. In fact, his hips bucked a little harder into my grip, and his breath came in short puffs as a wet bead of pre-cum slicked over his tip.
Of course Austin has his dick pierced. I’m not even surprised… but good god I’m as wet as hell wondering what it’s going to feel like inside me.