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Society of Psychos (Dead Men Walking #2)(71)

Author:Caroline Peckham & Susanne Valenti

“I do,” I barked. “Now give me the papers so that we can go make this thing official.”

The fella looked inclined to protest for a moment but as he caught a good look at the murderous intentions in my eyes he skedaddled fast enough and made quick work of signing the papers, getting the startled looking witnesses to sign too and hurrying over so that Brooklyn and I could add our scribbles to the mix.

I forced him to turn around so that I could use his back to lean on while Brooklyn managed to fully unbutton my shirt, shoving the chainmail aside and started kissing her way down my chest, seemingly oblivious to everything else that was going on as she worked to get me naked right in the middle of the fucking chapel.

I fisted her hair, my chest heaving as I forced her back and barked a command at her to sign. Her eyes went all round as she nodded obediently, scribbling her name on the marriage licence and signing herself over to a life of sin at my side.

I swiped a thumb over the corner of my lips to stop the smirk which tried to lift them as I watched her write her name out then snatched the papers from the officiant and told him to wait to file it officially until tomorrow. We were wanted criminals after all. It wouldn’t do for the cops to be alerted to our presence in the city until we were long gone and back home where we belonged.

I turned and strode out of the chapel while Brooklyn turned her attention to kissing her way down my neck again, her hands exploring my chest and abs, fingertips carving the lines of scars from wounds which probably shoulda killed me, but I knew now why I’d survived them. It wasn’t so that I could go on suffering endlessly in the wake of what I’d destroyed. It was so that I could be here waiting for her when she came seeking a hellion to help her claim the vengeance she’d been owed and to make sure that life gave her only the good from here on out.

“We should get back to the jet, love,” I panted, my cock aching with need as she ground herself against me, not giving a fuck about the people who were all milling about the place and looking our way.

“I need you, Hellfire. We have to make it official. The congregation,” she insisted.

“Consummation?” I guessed. “I’m pretty sure we covered that earlier on.”

Brooklyn reared back and slapped me so hard that my head wheeled to one side and I tasted blood.

“Is this a real wedding or not, Niall?” she demanded as I glared at her, her eyes full of fury which I was feeling myself after that smack.

“Yes,” I snarled.

“Then take me in there and make me yours.” She pointed at a door which held a staff only sign on it, her eyes flaring with her demand, and I gave in. I was only fucking human after all.

I crossed the space between us and the door, shoving it open and finding a cleaning closet stacked high with paper towels and bleach and all kinds of handy things before I kicked the door closed behind us again and pushed her up against it.

I kissed her hard, my tongue driving between her lips, making her moan for me and she locked her ankles tight around my waist and rolled her hips again.

“I was gonna do it proper next time,” I said as I forced myself to pull back. “A big bed and rose petals and whale music, fancy candles and all that shit. I was gonna be gentle and-”

“I don’t want gentle, Hellfire,” Brooklyn snapped. “I want you.”

I met her gaze for several long seconds, the protests dying on my tongue as I found myself nodding, a breath of laughter falling from me and the last of those flouncy thoughts slipping away like daisies on a breeze.

“Well alright then,” I agreed, lifting my hand to the top of the fancy bodice she was wearing and yanking on it hard enough to make something rip and let her tits burst free of the top of it.

I groaned as I dropped my mouth to her nipple, sucking it hard and making her whimper as she rocked her hips against me again.

I dropped her to her feet and got to my knees before her as I started tugging on her skirt, forcing the endless layers of it up between us and hunting for the softness of her flesh beneath. She wasn’t wearing any panties and as I finally discovered that, I lost all sense of myself, pushing her thighs apart and burying my face between them as I tasted her arousal and lapped at her core.

Brooklyn moaned loudly, her fist thumping against the door she leaned on while I devoured the sweetness of her and worked to get her ready to take me again. She had to be tender from the first time and no matter how much I wanted to give in and claim her as roughly as she expected, I still needed to make sure that she was taken care of too. I wanted her coming for me in all the ways I’d fantasised about while fighting against the reality of us and I planned on making every single one of those daydreams come true now that I’d finally given in to the inevitability of us.

Brooklyn’s hips bucked as she rode my tongue and I fucked her with my mouth while gripping her arse to hold her in place, loving the taste of her and the wetness which coated my lips, proving her desire for me was just as powerful as mine for her.

I drove my tongue into her opening, circling it slowly before licking my way up and over her clit and sucking on it just hard enough to make her explode for me.

Brooklyn came so loudly that I was certain anyone on the other side of that door would know exactly what we were doing in here, but I couldn’t summon a single fuck to give on that matter as I got to my feet and freed my cock from my pants.

I lifted the chainmail over my head and dropped it, wanting less obstructions between us and groaning as I crushed her against the door and I got to experience the blissful feeling of her tits pressing to my bare skin.

I lifted her into my arms once more, kissing her hard so that she could taste herself on me and making her moan loudly as my cock pressed between her thighs, moving through the slickness of her arousal as I lined myself up to take her.

I pinned her against the door with my body, drawing back so that I could look into those bright blue eyes as she dug her heels into my arse and whimpered for me, her perfect tits pressing to my chest as the space dividing us disappeared.

I dropped a hand to my pocket, taking the ring I’d gotten her from the same place I’d bought her knife. I slid it onto her finger so that she could see the large, black diamond which now sat there before laying her hand against my chest and taking hold of her arse again.

I drove myself into her slowly, groaning at how perfectly tight she felt wrapped around my shaft and listening to the way she moaned in pleasure at the feeling of me filling her.

When I was fully sheathed inside her, she fisted her hands in my hair and drew my mouth down so that it was in line with hers, speaking in the space between us as she looked deep into my eyes and took complete control of me.

“Show me what it’s like to be married to a man built of sin and corruption, Niall. I want to know what it is to be yours.”

“Anything you say, wife. I’m yours to command,” I promised her, leaning in to take that kiss and gripping her arse tighter as I began to fuck her against the door, sealing this bond between us and making her mine in a way that no being on this foul earth could take from us no matter how hard they tried.

Brooklyn cried out for more with every thrust of my hips and I fucked her with a passion I hadn’t even realised I was capable of, losing myself in the blissful feeling of her body owning mine and driving my cock into her with the recklessness of the fire which lived between us.

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