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“Sorry, beautiful," I rasp, losing my hold. “It’s just taking everything in me not to strip you bare and take this sweet little cunt right now in front of his body. A big fuck you to the asshole who caused you pain.”

“Do it,” she pleads with a soft whimper.

“Bunny,” I groan. This girl. This fucking girl. She’s perfect.

“Please, Maverick. Fuck me. Show him who I belong to,” She begs me.

Something inside me snaps. With a snarl, I spin her around to face me and crash my lips down onto hers. “You are mine,” I growl against her lips, kissing her again until we’re both breathless. “And I’m yours.”

She moans, her hands clawing at my shirt. I grab at hers, pulling it off over her head. Chest heaving, I take a step back and stare down at her bare chest. I groan as her nipples grow taut, forming into hard peaks.

There’s this feral look in her eyes that has my cock jerking. She steps forward, grips my dress shirt and rips it open. Her hands roam my chest, feeling every inch of me, and it drives me crazy.

I capture her lips again, kissing her hungrily as I make quick work of her pants while she does the same to mine.

As soon we are both naked, I lower her to the ground. I stare down at her, her cheeks flushed, eyes filled with need and her breasts rising and falling with every heavy breath she takes.

“You look so fucking perfect beneath me.” I grab her wrists and pin them above her head.

She whimpers, arching her back and lifting her chest toward me, needy and desperate for my cock. I grin down at her, chuckling. “Look at you, aching for my cock while we lay in a pool of your ex’s blood."

Her eyes widen and she looks around her, realizing we are, in fact, lying in some of his blood.

She doesn’t freak out, though, just widens her legs more for me, showing me her pretty, dripping pussy.

“Christ, Cove,” I groan. “Such a dirty girl.”

With my free hand, I pull her closer, line my cock up with her entrance and thrust forward. She cries out, head tossed back, eyes rolling as I fill her up with my thick cock.

Watching her pussy stretch around my length has me moaning. “That's it, baby, scream for me.” I pull all the way out then thrust back in. I do it over and over again until I’m fucking her so fast, so roughly, my head spins.

“He will never hurt you again,” I promise, my hips snapping forward. “You will never feel pain unless it’s what you ask for.” Thrust. “We will love you.” Thrust. “Protect you.” Thrust. “Fucking die for you.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

“You own us, Cove,” I growl, my orgasm rising to the surface with speed. “Forever. Fucking always.”

“Maverick!” she screams my name, her own orgasm crashing into her. Her pussy clamps around my cock like a vise, making me hiss.

Her body shakes as her release takes hold. I can feel her juices gushing free, coating my cock. It’s too much. It’s fucking perfect.

I give in to my own release, and bury my cock as far as it can go inside her. I explode, sending powerful jets of cum coating her inner walls, filling her up, marking her as mine.

“You are going to have your happily ever after.” I breathe heavily as I lean down and I press a kiss to her swollen lips. “And he’s going to rot in hell for all eternity.”

She whimpers, her pussy clenching around me, milking me for every drop of cum I have inside my body.

I press my forehead to hers. “Thank you,” she whispers.

“It was our pleasure.”

And we’d do it again and again. No one is safe when it comes to our Cove.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Cove

I wake up some time in the middle of the night, frowning when I get up to pee and find that I’m alone in my bed.

It’s not unusual for one of the guys to be missing. Sometimes, Maverick can’t sleep, so he will go down to the gym for a late-night workout. Other times, Saint will venture down to the living room to watch TV. It’s Shepherd who always stays, loving his sleep just as much as I do.