In Death I Live by Lindsay Becs

ZORA

Intense.

That’s what I’d call today. I mean, holy shit!

I’m lying here with Domonic as he sleeps. He seems peaceful in his slumber, his face relaxed, body loose. Maybe he’ll be like this more when he’s awake too, now that Swan is gone.

Fuck.Swan is dead. Dom killed him. Not just killed him, but strangled the life out of him.

The same hands that have been around my own throat so many times are the same ones that took his own father’s life. That should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t. Maybe there’s something wrong with me that it doesn’t. But I trust Dom and the rest of my boys more than anyone else in this world.

I know Dom wouldn’t hurt me like that. And none of the boys would let him, even if he did try, of that I’m certain.

Running my hands through his hair as he sleeps, I see all the good. All the parts he tries to hide from everyone else but he lets peek through with me. I leave a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips before I climb out of bed, being careful not to wake him.

It’s evident he needs the extra sleep today. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t gotten much sleep in the past few weeks, and after everything today especially, he’s exhausted, all the emotions pouring out of him in every way.

It broke my heart to see him cry like he did. But I also know he needed that. He needed to break and let it all out. I’m so thankful that Greyson was there for him, saving him. Saving all of us.

I was heading to the kitchen for something to eat, but instead, my feet take me to Greyson’s wing. I hear music thumping through his walls. It takes me a minute to realize he’s in the shower.

Steam pours from the open door. Walking into the bathroom, I stop short when I see his back to me, head dropped chin to chest, with his hands on the tile wall. The muscles of his back are pulled tight and tense, his ass on full display looking sexy as hell.

Quietly, I strip off my clothes and walk toward him, but he doesn’t even move when I step inside. Whether he hears me or not, he doesn’t move or make a sound. Not until I stop at his back, wrapping my arms around his middle, and press my lips to his spine. Then I notice his shoulders shake, and I realize it’s his turn to break.

“Let it out,” I tell him as I keep my hold around him, kissing every tense muscle of his back.

When he turns around, his blue eyes are red-rimmed, still shining with tears. Those eyes search me, looking for something, but I don’t know what.

“What do you need? I’ll give you anything you want,” I say, offering him all that I have.

He still doesn’t say a word. Instead, his lips crash against mine. He kisses me hard, biting into my lips until I taste blood. And then I know.

My hands on his chest, I push back from him. “Do you have a knife?” He asks and I nod as he stares at me, still searching for answers to unspoken questions. After reaching to turn off the water, I take his hand in mine and pull him out of the shower with me.

We both dry off, and then I stop at my hoodie to pull out my knife that’s inside the pocket. His eyes zero in on my blade when I flick it open, his lips parting as they dilate, darkening with lust. His cock is hard and already dripping with anticipation.

My heart pounds in my chest as I climb on the bed and lie down, placing my knife in the center of my chest for him.

The bed dips as he kneels between my legs. “Zora…” he says quietly. Asking me. Begging me for what he needs.

“I trust you, Greyson.” He moves over me so I can see him then, dropping a kiss of gratitude to my lips. “And that’s saying a lot right now because this, what you need, is a big trigger for me.” His eyes squeeze shut, ready to shut down. When I place my hand on his cheek, his eyes find mine again. This time, instead of lust and hopefulness, there’s shame, and I hate that I put it there. “You aren’t like them,” I add, reassuring him. “That’s why I trust you. You saved me today.”

His head falls to my stomach. “No, I didn’t.”

“Greyson, you saved Dom. You shot Swan. If you hadn’t done that, who knows what would have happened. You saved all of us today.”

“I froze, Zo. I fucking froze.” He sounds so broken.

“You did exactly what needed to be done to keep Dom alive, and then you were there for him in the way he needed after.” I pick his head up to look at me. “Now, I’m going to be here for you in the way you need.”

His face pulls, still looking pained as he kisses me again. “I need you, Zora.”

“You have me. I’m right here.” Picking up the knife he dropped, I place it in his hand. “I want to bleed for you.”

“Fuck, Zo,” he practically growls before running the blade softly down my sternum, not hard enough to cut through my skin. It has my heart picking up speed and my pussy throbbing for him.

I’m already writhing under him, and he’s barely touched me. The anticipation is both killing me and turning me on.

“You have any idea what it did to me to see you, feel you, lap at my bleeding skin, taste my blood and the others? Watching you paint your skin and lips with our blood that was for you, from your very hand,” he murmurs as he trails his tongue over my pebbled nipples, one and then the other. “I was about two seconds from coming in my pants without you even touching me. That’s how fucking turned on I was. Because of you, Zora. You’re so fucking perfect.”

At his last words, I feel the blade swiftly cut across my hip. I know it wasn’t too deep, but enough to make me bleed. Grey’s tongue hits the cut skin, the heat of his mouth soothing the new mark.

“More,” I moan when he sits up, looking me in the eye.

Keeping his eyes on me, he lifts my leg, my foot on his shoulder, and slices down the inside of my thigh. Blood drips down my leg, and I know soon it’ll be at the apex of my thigh and wet pussy.

His eyes fall to my leg, licking his lips and groaning as he watches my blood begin to mix with the wetness that’s there for him. Dropping between my legs, he licks up the mixture, tasting me. Tasting everything that’s there for him, because of him.

He pushes two fingers inside of me, my back arching from the intrusion. “Fuck.” His teeth bite at my clit, making me jump from the unexpected feeling of pain mixed with pleasure that feels amazing. He licks up my thigh, the one he cut, gathering up my blood on his tongue before removing his fingers from my cunt, only to replace them with his tongue. His hand pinches my nipple as his tongue fucks me. It doesn’t take long until I’m screaming his name.

My eyes open to meet his and the sexy little grin on his face, now coated with me. I know he went slow and gentle with me this time. It only makes me excited to see what he’ll do to me in the future.

Sitting up, I pull his head to me, kissing him so I can taste what he does. What he loves and craves.

“I need inside of you, Zora. Right fucking now.” He doesn’t wait; there’s no pause before he shoves inside me. The force of it makes me bite down on his lip. “Dammit,” he growls into my mouth, making me smile.

“Come on, I know you’re more than a one-pump chump.”

“Until today when you break me,” he scoffs in laughter.

I kiss down his jaw, stopping on his neck, where I bite until I break the skin and suck hard. He fucks me, pumping harder and harder the more I suck and mark him.

With a roar, he comes, long and hard. And when he’s done, he doesn’t stop. He plays and toys with me for hours. Him getting hard and fucking me again and again. It’s the most exhausting and exhilarating experience I’ve ever had.

It’s fucking amazing.

We’re lying in bed, my head on his chest, still spent but fully and deliciously sated in our messy post-fucked haze, when his phone starts to ring.

“Aren’t you going to answer it?” I ask.

“Nope.”

Shifting to my stomach so I can look at him, I ask, “Why?”

“Because that’s going to be my father.” Moving his gaze to my face, his fingers sink into my hair, pulling me closer to him so he can kiss my bruised and swollen lips. “And I’m too happy and relaxed with you right now to give a fuck about whatever bullshit he’s about to tell me.”

I don’t know why, but it takes me by surprise when he talks negatively about his father. Obviously, I know he can’t be a warm and fuzzy caring guy to be part of the Swans and give his son over to The Organization, but it still throws me.

On top of that, it makes me nervous that he’s saying his father won’t be on board with the boys’ plans to dismember and change The Organization like they’ve all claimed.

“Do you think he’s not going to go along with what you all want to change?” I ask, keeping him from distracting me with sex. Again.

Letting out a sigh, he runs a hand down his face. “He will. But I still hate him.” He pauses a moment. “He just hates me more.”

“Why?”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Zo-Zo.” He sounds so defeated. Accepting the fact that his father ‘hates’ him.

I’m not going to judge, considering I never knew my father and my mother never wanted me either. I took too much from her. Mostly extra money that she could have dumped down her throat or snorted.

Snuggling into his side, I wrap an arm around his waist. “Well, I love you.”

Kissing the top of my head, he says, “That’s more than I could ever ask for.”

And then his phone rings again.

He lets out a frustrated grunt, reaching for it to answer. “Father,” he says in greeting through gritted teeth.

He sits there, silent and tense as he listens to whatever the man on the other end says. In an attempt to ease him, I start to trace patterns on his stomach with my fingers, followed with open-mouth kisses.

I don’t know how after he’s fucked me several times already, but I feel him grow hard as I continue to touch and kiss his skin that smells like sex and tastes like me. When I lick a line along his Adonis belt, I stop and suck the head of his cock into my mouth. His muffled groan tells me I’m doing the right thing.

I’m a greedy bitch, so I straddle his leg to rub against him while I sink my mouth lower onto his beautiful cock, now hard for me again. My pussy is insatiable, loving the friction and texture of his leg hair rubbing against the swollen, used flesh.

He wraps my hair around his fist, taking control of how I suck him off. “Keep the French bitch there. I don’t need her trying to fuck one of my friends again. Especially now that we’re all marked.” He lets out a louder-than-intended grunt when I take him deep in my throat and swallow, contracting around him. “Fuck. I need to go. We’ll expect you tomorrow.” I hear his phone hit the floor, and then he’s pulling me off of him completely. “That was evil, Zo-Zo. I almost came while on the phone with my father.”

Biting my lip, I give him my most innocent smile with a shrug. “Oops.”