I told Roman about Aspen. About Knox’s obsession. About how she could be the ultimate weakness.
And then I kissed him.
“Meet me tomorrow,” he whispered against my lips. “Right before sunset.”
The next day, I snuck out when the guys went to set traps. Met Roman again.
He fucked me against a tree like he was claiming the first piece of the war, and just like that, our plan was born.
The missing ammo. The map. The chaos we fed into their safehouse. It was perfect. If Roman’s men hadn’t let Aspen escape…
But now? Now I have the base. The control.
Soon, the BloodHawks will be dead.
Aspen… I’ll try to make her see the vision. Join me. But if she doesn’t,
“Roman!” I whimper, caught off guard as his fingers thrust into me hard.
“Round two, princess.” He snarls darkly.
He rolls on top of me, eyes burning. One hand around my throat, the other spreading my thighs wide.
His cock is thick and angry again, dragging along my soaked folds as he smirks down at me.
“Are you thinking you can manipulate me, Bryn? Huh?”
I grin. “I know I can.”
He slams into me, no warning, no tenderness, just brutal, possessive force that knocks the air from my lungs.
I cry out, nails digging into his back as he pounds into me.
“Manipulate this,” he growls.
And fuck, maybe I’ll kill him.
Maybe I won’t.
But I’m going to let him fuck me until I can’t walk.
Ryker
“Two rabbits won’t be enough,” Max growls, and I can’t stop the laugh that bursts out of me.
He’s not the biggest out of us, but he eats more than Knox and Dante combined.
“We’ve got fruits. And whatever that weird shit Aspen found.” I shake my head, nudging the bag.
The air’s colder than it should be for this time of year. Summer’s supposed to be close, but it feels like the forest is holding its breath.
“I need more than a salad,” Max mutters, glancing around like a rabbit might magically appear if he scowlshard enough.
“You think Knox has forgiven Aspen yet?” I ask, changing the subject before he starts ranting about food again.
He exhales hard. “I fucking hope so.” He shakes his head. “He likes her. A lot. He,”
Max stops mid-sentence.
