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I whimper as he takes my bleeding finger and presses it to his open cut.

“Now your blood runs through me,” he growls, then hands the knife over to Saint.

Saint does the same thing, cutting himself over his heart, and using a different finger, he makes a little cut and presses it to his. “Now your blood runs through me.”

My lower lip quivers, this moment so damn monumental.

Saint hands the blade over to Maverick, and he joins his brothers. “Now your blood runs through me,” he murmurs, pressing my bloody finger to mix with his.

As Shepherd hooks my wrist back up, Saint takes the knife back, blood dripping down the blade. He brings it up to my chest, right above my heart. “Your heart–” he taps the tip of the blade to my chest, “belongs to us. Our heart belongs to you. There is nothing more powerful than that.”

I moan as he leaves the smallest slash on the top of my breast, closest to my heart.

Then he takes the knife and presses it to his palm. He groans as he cuts himself open, making blood drip down his hand.

My breathing starts to pick up again, that familiar need growing inside. He brings his palm to my chest and rubs his blood into mine.

Maverick and Shepherd do the same thing.

“You can’t get rid of us now,” Maverick states, his voice husky, the sight of blood making him feral.

“I never want to.”

Maverick brings the tip of the blade to my nipple. He flicks it with his wrist, and I hiss at the bite of pain. “Good,” he murmurs, sucking my bleeding nipple into his mouth, making my back arch and the chains rattle. He lets it go with a pop before doing the same thing to the other one. “Because we’d never let you leave.”

He hands the knife to Shepherd, and with an evil little grin, Shep gets to his knees and parts my legs, resting them over his shoulder. “Bleed for me, Bunny,” he says, and I whimper when I feel a sharp pain against my clit. “And cum all over my fucking face.”

He dives forward, latching onto my clit and sucking hard.

I scream his name, my body pushed into yet another orgasm. This one is all I can take, and the last thing I remember before I pass out are the stars bursting behind my eyes, the feeling of complete and utter love and contentment, and the sound of Shepherd's growl as he devours my pussy.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

Cove

“Alright. Let’s go.” I step into the kitchen where I find the guys sitting around the island. They pause their conversation, all their attention shifting over to me.

“Fuck. Me,” Shepherd groans. “Bunny, you look down right edible.”

“Thank you.” I grin, doing a little twirl as I show off my dress. “Gotta look good for my bestie’s baby shower.”

“Wait. What?” Maverick frowns.

“Yup. That’s where we’re off to. So, let’s go. Who’s driving?”

“We’re not leaving.” Maverick crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes on me.

“Yes. We are.” I smile at him, batting my lashes. “This is my best friend. That’s my niece she’s going to be giving birth to. I’m not fucking missing it. So unless you want me to cut your dick off while you’re sleeping, you're going to get your sexy ass in one of those vehicles and drive me to her house.”

“Cove, it’s not a good idea t–” Saint starts.

“Nope. Not you too. You said it yourself the other day, it’s been weeks since your men have seen Rafe’s men around town. You sent him a threat, and it obviously worked. I’m not going to be locked up here forever. You said I’m not a prisoner, that means I can leave. I’m not asking to go out and walk around town and party. It’s going in the car, to her house, enjoying a nice day with my best friend to celebrate her and her new baby, and then we’ll come home. Plus, I already told her I’d be there, so I’m not breaking my promise.”

“And how did you tell her that?” Maverick cocks a brow.

“Please,” I snort. “You damn well know I’ve been sneaking my phone and texting her for weeks. I’m not stupid, you’re not stupid. Let’s not play this game.”