Prescott shrugged and looked at Scarlett, who was still undressing and placing her clothes in a pile on the counter.
“I suppose you have a point.”
“My argument would be us not having time to do this shit.” Francis looked at me with amusement. “But if the boss says it’s okay.”
“I’m making time,” I said, closing that line of conversation down as I looked at my watch. “It’s just past midnight.”
“You haven’t forgotten what else we need to do, right?”
I shrugged.
“No, but you know how to run, don’t you?”
Francis gave me a look but set the container aside and walked over to the window where West was standing. None of them were against this happening. Francis just wanted to give me shit because he could.
Scarlett stepped up to the bath when she was bare and looked at me. I made my way over to her. Prescott stood back, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. I took Scarlett’s hand and helped her step into the blood. She shivered but lowered herself into the red liquid. Watching her submerge herself in blood had my dick rising to the occasion. The way it slid over her skin was more than I could take. As she settled in it, I rolled up my sleeves and dipped my arms into the blood before running them along her arms. It had got cold in the intervening period since we’d killed the owners of it, but I didn’t care. It was fucking everything.
“Little wisp,” I ground out through my teeth, aching for her in a way I never had before, “so fucking stunning.”
She looked back at me, her hazel-green eyes wide. Then she reached up and stroked my face, getting blood on it. I let out a breath and wanted to steal hers. I wanted to get in there with her. To impale her on my length and fuck her until she came all over me. My hand rose out of the blood. I gripped her chin before I caught her mouth with mine. She let me part her lips and slide my tongue inside, tasting every inch of her sweet little mouth.
“Fuck, I want you,” I whispered, “I can’t wait until later.”
“Then have me.”
I let her go and then I was practically tearing off my clothes. I could feel Prescott, West and Francis staring at us, but I didn’t give a shit. I bundled them up, kicked my shoes away, and dumped my clothes on the counter. Then I stepped into the bath behind Scarlett, who moved to give me room. Sinking down into the liquid, I shuddered at the sensation of it on my skin. Scarlett turned around and straddled my lap, her hands wrapping around my neck before she kissed me. Her body rubbed against mine, making the blood slosh around the tub.
“Take me, Drake,” she whispered against my mouth. “Take me the way you need. I want you to.”
Maybe it was the events of this whole night making us both lust-drunk for each other, but I shifted us out of the liquid for a moment, allowing her to sink down on me inch by inch. She moaned, continuing to kiss me until she was fully impaled on my cock. I lowered us back into the blood. Scarlett started to ride me, making the blood slosh even more. Some of it ran down the sides of the white tub.
She pulled away and arched her back, holding onto my shoulders to keep herself steady. The way her eyes glinted had me gripping her hips, my fingers digging into her skin.
“Well, fuck,” Prescott hissed from near us.
I noticed West and Francis had come closer and were standing next to him. They could do whatever they fuck they wanted as long as I could have this. Have her this way. There would never be an opportunity like this again. Not if I had anything to do with it. We were going to have a normal life together when this was done.
Well, normal for us. We would never conform to society’s whims. We made our own. And we revelled in it.
My hand ran up from her hip along her body, dragging more blood across it. I pinched one of her nipples between my fingers, making her mewl in response. Her gaze was still fixed on mine as she rode me faster.
“That’s it, you’re such a good girl.”
“Drake,” she moaned, her voice all breathy and filled with desire, “more. I want more.”
I smiled, leaning towards her and kissing my way down her throat. My mouth met hers again, and I bit down on her lip, making her whine in response. My teeth dug harder until she bled for me. Then I sucked at the wound, groaning in her mouth.
It never occurred to me I’d want to fuck her when I bathed her in blood. Sure, I’d thought about doing it afterwards, but this was far beyond any fantasy I’d ever had of my little wisp. We’d killed together. Now this, clinging to each other, desperation lacing our veins in our lovemaking. There was nothing like this adrenaline rush.