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“You’re full of shit,” I huff.

“He’s really not,” Saint sighs. “You nearly biting his finger off literally made him cum in his pants. You underestimate the power you wield over us, Cove.” Saint steps up to me, getting in my personal space, stealing all the air from my lungs. “You might think that we’ve taken your life away from you, but in reality, we just want to give you the life you deserve. The life you were meant to have.” He reaches up, his hand moving to cradle the back of my head. I don’t dare move, I don’t even breathe. My pulse rushes in my ears as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. “You think your mind is broken, that your body betrays you for the things that make it come alive. It doesn’t. You’re fucking perfect, just the way you are.” My breath catches in my lungs, my body trembling in his hold as my eyes flutter shut. “And we plan on proving that to you. I wish you could see yourself through our eyes, then you would understand just how utterly and completely entranced we are.”

He kisses me, his mouth gently caressing mine. I whimper, moaning like a fucking bitch in heat, lips parting for his so that he can take the kiss deeper. His grip on me tightens as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with mine.

I’m lightheaded, my body swaying. His smell, his taste, his touch–it’s all too much yet somehow not enough.

When he pulls away with a growl, I’m a panting mess. For a moment, I forget the fact I’m here against my will, and he’s just the man who’s been the object of my fantasies for weeks.

No. Not weeks. Years. I almost forgot about the photo, the three boys that stared back at me. Three boys who changed my life, and they didn’t even know it.

“Give it time.” His hand gives my hair a little tug, making me whimper before he slides his fingers along my jaw, stopping to brush his thumb against my lower lip. “You’re not going anywhere, Cove. You’re home now.”

His words snap me out of the stupid lust haze that he managed to trap me in, and all the anger comes rushing back.

He turns around, leaving me standing there a confused mess, and heads inside.

“Wait a minute.” I whirl around to face Shepherd. “You didn’t actually cum in your pants, did you?” Unable to help myself, my gaze drops to his dick. He’s... hard. And there’s a wet patch. It’s small, but it’s there. My attention snaps back up to meet his eyes, warmth blooming on my cheeks.

He just gives me one of those cocky smirks. “Bunny, you so much as breathe, and I’m ready to blow. Any time I’m in the same room as you, I’m hard as a rock. You just bit my finger and tried to kill me. Of course I came in my pants. What sane man wouldn’t?”

“I... I have no words,” I murmur, blinking at him in shock.

“Wanna try again?” he asks, bending over and grabbing the gun off the ground. “I can run around, it’d make for some good target practice. Not going to lie, I think you might need some.”

“Fuck you.” I glare at him. “I know how to shoot. It was a moment of anger.”

“Or... a moment of passion.” He winks.

“Put the gun away, Sunshine.” My nickname for him just slips out, but the way his face lights up has my heart fluttering.

“Which one?” he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “This one, or the one in my pants?”

I roll my eyes, trying not to smile. This man is certifiably insane, yet somehow gives off dorky golden retriever energy. So, psycho retriever? Eh, could be worse.

The blood dripping over his hand and down his forearm sends a spike of alarm through me. “Fuck.” I step forward, taking his hand to examine the damage. “Sorry,” I murmur with a hint of guilt. “I really did some damage, didn’t I? It’s going to need stitches.”

“Nope,” he says.

“What do you mean, no? My teeth broke skin, you can see the marks going all the way around it.”

“I know,” He chuckles. “That's the point. If I get stitches, then it’s not going to scar properly.” He examines his finger. “Shame it wasn’t the ring finger.” His eyes meet mine. “Can you do it again?” he asks, holding up the hand with the gun and sticking out his ring finger, wiggling it at me.

“Your–”

“Crazy. Yeah yeah. I know. Doesn’t change anything,” he finishes for me with a laugh.

“Come with me.” I grab his arm, dragging him toward the front door.

“Ohhh,” he says excitedly. “Are you going to bring me somewhere to have your dirty way with me? Whatever it is, yes. Yes, to all of it.”

I huff out a snort, then clamp my lips shut because, damn him. He doesn’t get to be cute and funny.

“No. I’m going to clean the damn thing so it doesn’t get infected. I can’t force you to get stitches. But I am going to make sure you don’t lose it. Also, no one wants you trailing blood around the house. It’s unsanitary.”

“Trust me, you get used to it. Blood is just a part of our lives. It’s in our bodies. Natural. When I fuck you in a pool of it, the last thing you’re going to be thinking about is how sanitary it is.”

I spin around so fast he almost crashes into me. “You are not fucking me in a pool of blood,” I gasp out. “Are you nuts?”