Broken Songbird (Vicious Games #2)

6. Chapter 6

S tatic.

Absolute, blissful static buzzes in my ears, my thoughts cleared of nothing but this kiss. I inhale, breathing in Creed’s smoky leather scent as the tightness in my chest loosens.

Creed pulls back and I open my eyes to an intense, hooded gaze. We breathe heavily, not moving, not talking. His eyes drop to his firm grip on my throat. His thumb strokes the thundering carotid.

I knock his hand away, his grip slipping from my neck, and launch myself at him. He catches me under the ass as I wrap my legs around his waist, sink my fingers into his hair and crush my lips back to his.

Such biteable fucking lips.

I swipe my tongue across the lip rings before sticking it in his mouth. He groans, his tongue, teeth and lips playing with mine as he starts walking.

We don’t break apart until the world feels like it’s tilting, and my ass hits a cold metal surface.

I pull back, panting, my elbows landing on more metal. We’re on the stairs. “What are we—”

Creed grabs each side of my shirt and pulls them apart roughly. Almost all the buttons go flying in different directions. He grabs my belt, and I halt his movements by grabbing his hands.

“I need to keep some of my clothes intact,” I pant.

Those damn dimples are back. “Wear mine.”

I roll my eyes and bat his hands away, then make quick work of my belt. The moment the zip is down, Creed hooks into the waistband of my jeans and peels them down my legs, leaving me in a lace thong that matches my bralette, and my shredded shirt.

Hovering over me, my legs on either side of him, his watchful eyes devour me leisurely, like he’s imbedding every inch to memory. Singular focus like this is usually terrifying and uncomfortable, but from Creed, I feel worshipped .

My hands drift down to the waistband of my panties slowly, Creed watching every movement, as I hook my thumbs into the lace and pull them down, moving my legs together to slide them completely off.

Creed wraps an arm around my legs, pinning them to his chest and catches my wrist, plucking my panties out of my hands, and pocketing them in his jeans.

“Those are—”

“Mine,” he declares. His tone is lower and more gravelly than usual, sending a thrill down my spine.

Keeping an arm around my legs, Creed leans forward slightly and moves my legs to hook over one shoulder. This position presses into my diaphragm, making me feel every breath I take as his fingers trail down the back of my thigh to my throbbing core.

My breathing stops as his fingers slide through my arousal, a languid smile spreading across his face.

“You know, I never got to taste you last time, princess,” Creed with a hum.

“Be a good boy and rectify that now. Please.”

Creed chuckles, eyes still on me as he tilts his head and sinks his teeth into the side of my left thigh, just above the knee.

I yelp at the sting and try to wiggle away, but his arm locks around my legs tighter. The sting turns into heat, and I relax back onto the stairs. He releases my flesh, his tongue gliding over the ridges of his mark, making my legs clench.

His eyes finally move from me to the mark, admiring his work. “You mark so fucking well.”

“It doesn’t take much,” I huff.

“Really?” he purrs, as he pulls back slightly, moving my legs so one is hooked over each of his shoulders and his head is now between my thighs.

I’m expecting him to bite me again, but he turns his head toward my right thigh and traps the soft flesh in his mouth sucking hard before letting it go with a pop. My skin turns red immediately.

“Did you just give me a hickey ?” I ask.

“Shouldn’t have told me you mark easy, princess,” Creed warns. “You have no idea how badly I want to mark every inch of you.”

Before I can contemplate any of those words, Creed spreads me wide, his mouth skimming down the inside of my thigh until his tongue laps over my clit.

I melt into the stairs, eyes rolling back, as Creed uses his mouth, fingers, and singular focus to push my body to orgasm so fast it’s like he’s been exploring it for years.

My legs end up locked around his head, my fingers twisted in his hair as I feel hot, pulsing pleasure in every nerve-ending.

As I come down from the high, reality dawns on me. I’m bare-ass naked on a staircase in a public space of this warehouse. I jerk up, but don’t get far in my current position.

“People,” I choke, trying to untangle my legs.

Creed tightens his grip on my thighs with a confused expression.

“We’re on the stairs,” I stress. “You said someone’s always here .”

Creed’s dimples make a shining return. “Did I mention the cameras, too?”

“ Cameras?” I wheeze. I unhook my legs, narrowly miss kicking Creed in the face, and pull my knees to my chest, covering as much of my body as I can.

“I’m joking,” Creed chuckles. “Kind of. There are cameras, a lot of them, but not inside this warehouse.”

“Pass me my clothes.”

He tsks , then rushes forward and the world tilts. I yelp as he slings me over his shoulders and slaps my ass cheek.

“ Creed ,” I bark, elbowing him in the shoulder blade. “I’m naked .”

“Not entirely,” he says as he climbs the rest of the stairs and carries me down the landing. He turns down the second hall and enters a room at the end.

He stops just inside and drags me down his body until I’m on my feet, nudging the door closed with his foot.

We’re closed in total darkness.

My grip tightens on his arms, fighting my past demons trying to come out and play.

“Light,” I huff around the tightening in my chest. “I need a light.”

Creed steps away from me, his body heat disappearing as I reach out and cling to the closed door. I turn when soft light chases away the darkness, loosening the air in my lungs.

We’re in a bedroom, Creed’s I’m assuming. It’s a decent size, with a bed against the wall opposite the entrance, a desk between the bed and the private bathroom to the right, a hanging closet, then a dresser and kitchenette on the wall on the left.

“This good?” he asks from the door of the lit bathroom, his voice gruff, eyes watchful.

I nod, stripping off my shirt and bralette as I cross to the rumpled bed. I drop them on the floor and sit on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on my hands. “Are you joining me?”

That dimpled smile returns as he pulls off his T-shirt, then steps toward me as he unbuckles his belt.

I slide down the edge of the bed, my knees hitting the carpeted floor as he stops in front of me, hand paused over the button of his jeans.

I glide my hands up his muscular thighs and cover his hands. “My turn to taste you.”

Creed twists his hands to grasp mine gently and leans over me to take something from the bed. He straightens, holding a pillow, then crouches down. “No carpet burns for the princess. The height boost I’m sure will help too.”

He laughs as I pinch his bicep, then uses it as support as he slides the pillow under my knees. Admittedly, it’s a lot more comfortable.

When he stands, I immediately go for the button of his jeans, working it quickly and then the zipper. He helps to push his jeans off and then kicks them out of the way. My eyes are drawn to the tattoos on his sculpted thighs.

My fingers trail over the empty spaces, revelling in the muscles contracting under my touch. “Do you have an idea for these spaces?”

“Not yet,” Creed says hoarsely.

My eyes flick up to his face and my fingers trail higher to the bare skin on his pubic bone. “What about here?”

He shakes his head as his eyes watch my movements intently.

I might be the one on my knees, but Creed is the one under my spell.

“What if I have an idea?” I ask, drunk on power.

“Whatever you want,” he says immediately.

I arch a brow. “Cupcakes and rainbows?”

“Bows and fucking unicorns.”

My fingers slide across until they trail up the length of his hard cock. I keep my eyes on Creed’s face as I drag my fingers back down and then grip the base of the thick length firmly, before leaning forward and swiping my tongue over the head.

I feel him tremble, so I do it again, then swirl my tongue around, enjoying the salty taste of him, as his head drops back.

He breathes out a throaty moan as I wrap my lips around the tip and slide the thick length painstakingly slow into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. My jaw is definitely going to be sore after this.

Bracing my free hand on his thigh and keeping my tongue flat, I work my mouth and hand in combination up and down his shaft.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, his fingers sink into my hair, firmly gripping a handful.

Having his pleasure at my mercy is intoxicating.

I work him faster, suck harder and deeper, revelling in the ungodly sounds coming out of Creed until saliva drips down my chin and I’m gagging.

His grip on my hair tightens, and he pulls out of my mouth. The groan of protest on my lips turns to a hitched gasp as Creed scoops me up from the floor and tosses me onto the bed.

I land on my ass in the centre of his mattress, and he crawls up the bed, covering my body with his. He licks the drool from my chin and then sticks his tongue in my mouth. His kiss is fevered as he moves my body the way he needs, hooking my legs over his hips and coating his cock in my arousal.

As he slides into me slowly, my breath catches at the almost painful stretch, my brain fizzling into nothing. I almost forgot how wholly consuming it is to have Creed filling me completely.

His kiss changes from fevered to savouring as he works into me with deep, languid thrusts. I feel every movement as our lips, teeth and hands explore each other, an orgasm building with a slow heat that I know is going to wreck me.

I squeeze my legs around his hips and pull back, looking up into heavy-lidded honey-brown eyes.

“Roll,” I whisper.

Without our bodies breaking contact, Creed moves us so he’s lying flat on his back and I’m straddling him.

Using his chest to stabilise myself, I tentatively lift my hips and then sink back down.

“Fuck ,” I groan, eyes rolling closed.

Creed’s cock from this angle is intense .

His hands slide up my trembling thighs and he grips my hips. “I’m pretty sure you feeling this good is a sin.”

I huff out a laugh and lay down, pressing our bodies together. “Are you a religious man, Creed?”

A lazy smile lifts his biteable lips, a dimple creasing his cheek. “I wasn’t before today, but you’re my religion now.”

I lick his bottom lip, my tongue flicking over the piercings. “Are you going to be a good boy and worship your deity?”

Creed grips my throat, and thrusts into me, completely short-circuiting my brain. “Don’t forget goddesses can still be punished for their attitudes.”

The warning in his tone whispers to the darkest parts of me, tempting me to find out what exactly he has in mind.

I fight the urge and swallow against his hold on my throat, nodding as much as I can. His grip loosens, and he slides his hand down my body reverently, before resuming his hold on my hip. “Now ride me like you’re converting me.”

I lift into a straddle and work my hips in steady rolling motions. Every lift and drag and roll hits places in my body that make me dizzy with pleasure, and a heavy pressure builds low in my gut.

Creed moves one hand from my hip to between my thighs, his thumb pressing into my clit, and I jolt.

“Come with me, princess,” Creed bites behind clenched teeth as he watches our bodies move together.

His thumb circles over my clit as I ride him harder, faster, with Creed meeting me thrust for thrust. That low pressure in my body bursts into waves of radiating heat as Creed and I groan together, my whole body spasming with a mind-bending orgasm.

I collapse onto Creed’s chest, panting heavily. “Converted?”

He huffs a laugh. “Devoted.”