West pulled back slightly, his amber eyes full of heat and his mouth smeared with blood.
“There’s my little warrior,” he murmured.
Then his mouth was back on mine, kissing me with such gentleness, I almost cried. It was the way he’d kissed me when we’d been sixteen. His grip on me was still rough, but his mouth was so soft and sweet.
My West. My West is back. This… I need this… I need you. Fuck, do I need you.
I wanted to tell him, but he was too busy making me feel like I was his only one. The only girl in this entire world that he needed and wanted. He put me back together, piece by piece, with his kisses. Repairing the part of my heart that had broken when faced with the knowledge Mason had murdered my mother. West made me feel whole again.
I love you, West Greer. I don’t think my heart ever stopped, even when I couldn’t remember you.
When he finally released me, he smiled, and I couldn’t help grinning back.
“West…”
“If you two have quite finished, we need to talk about this,” came Drake’s voice from behind us.
West straightened and looked behind him at Drake.
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want a turn?”
His eyes went pointedly to Drake’s crotch as I pushed myself up on my elbows. Drake glared at him and turned away slightly, trying to hide the fact the sight of all the blood had aroused him. All of us could see and were very aware of his particular… kinks.
“You can kiss me too… if you want,” I said, giving him a wink.
I was still caught up in the kiss with West and my stabby-fest. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, making me reckless. And I sure as fuck wanted to push Drake’s buttons because of it.
For a second, I thought he might tell me to turn over so he could spank me in punishment for giving him attitude.
“Come here.” His voice came out low, gravelly, and commanding all at the same time. “Now.”
I scrambled off the table, West stepping back to give me room. The moment I got within two feet of Drake, he had me by the arm and dragged me closer. He leant down, his indigo eyes full of suppressed desire.
“You are such a little brat,” he murmured.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He stopped right before his mouth met mine. I’d said it quietly so no one else could hear me. It’s not like I had a daddy kink but knowing it would piss Drake off was the only reason I said it.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
“You heard me.”
“You’ll be the death of me, little wisp.”
He gripped my hair in his fist, then he kissed me in that savage way of his, completely heedless of the fact he was doing it in front of the others. The grip he had on my hair made my scalp burn, but I didn’t care. He was punishing me for my remark.
When he released me, he nuzzled my face.
“I’m going to thoroughly redden your pert little arse when we get home,” he murmured, “and I’m going to fuck it afterwards, you hear me?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Brat.”
“You love it.”
He stroked my cheek.
“You’re lucky I do,” he whispered, finally admitting it for the first time.
I pressed my mouth to his before smearing the blood I’d left on him across his cheek. He let out a little growl in response, then pulled away and looked over at Mason.
“That is a mess we didn’t need, little wisp.”
“He killed my mother.”
Drake straightened and looked between West and Prescott.
“Which one of you told her?”
“Me,” West replied with a shrug.
He stood next to Prescott whilst Drake was mauling my mouth. I wanted to press myself against West and never leave his side. He’d finally allowed me to kiss him and it had been everything. And this stubborn man in front of me had given me a real kiss too, like I’d wanted from him earlier. I was on cloud nine, even if I’d just killed a man in cold blood.
Drake turned his attention back to me.
“We’ll talk about that later. Right now, we need to clean this shit up. It’s lucky he put in wooden floors. Francis, go get the car from where we left it. Prescott, you can take this one to clean herself up whilst West and I deal with Mason since we’ve already got his fucking blood on us.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?”
He looked at me for a long moment.
“No, you can help Francis and Prescott with the stuff in Mason’s office.”
I raised an eyebrow.