Ruthless Angel (Gods of Ravencrest University #5)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CLOVER

My head buzzed with electricity. The drive home was a haze. Adrenaline raced through me, slowly subsiding the closer we got to the house.

When we arrived, Blaze and I went inside while Cash and Daire took everyone’s bloody clothes somewhere safe to dispose of them. Scarlet splattered my hair and face. I went right up to the shower to clean up.

Blaze was about to use the attached bathroom in Daire’s room when I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the main bathroom with me. He quirked a brow as I stripped off the rest of my clothes. My hoodie had taken the worst of the splatter.

“Are you sure you want to share? I’m a bit of a shower hog.” His teasing grin sent a warm tingle through me.

“I’ll wrestle you for it.” Giving him a playful push, I turned on the water, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature.

Blaze grabbed me from behind, pressing his naked body to mine. “Sounds good to me.”

I glanced down at his hands where they curved over my stomach. Picking up the one with the missing finger, I kissed the scar left behind. He hugged me a bit tighter then.

We got into the shower, and I watched as the blood on my face and hair ran down the drain. Pieces of Derek now long gone. It had been so easy for Daire to end him. So fast.

The sudden need to wash myself clean of him struck. Grabbing the shampoo bottle, I squeezed out a thick dollop and massaged it into my hair, creating a thick lather. I stepped out of the water stream, letting Blaze have it.

He studied me as he got himself wet. “Are you okay, Clover? You’ve got this haunted look in your eyes.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Gnawing my bottom lip, I opted for the truth instead. “Fuck it. I’m not fine at all. I’m not sure if I ever will be. It’s just hard right now.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I wish there was something I could do.” Blaze traded me places, letting me rinse out my shampoo.

“You’re doing enough by being here. By caring.” Once the suds were rinsed away, I worked in some conditioner. “It’s going to take some time I guess. To heal. To move on.”

“Did tonight help at all?” He quirked his head to one side like an adorable puppy.

I piled my conditioner coated hair on top of my head to let it soak in really well and reached for the bodywash. “Actually, it did. It’s like some of the load I’ve been carrying has lightened.”

Blaze plucked the wash puff from my hand and began to rub it over my body, starting with my breasts. “You need Brady dead to feel free though. Am I right?”

His gentle touch felt amazing. There hadn’t been much intimacy with any of the guys since I’d been back. They seemed wary of pushing me too soon. Not that they’d ever cared before. They’d shown me another side to themselves, one I’d have never believed existed when they’d first claimed me. They truly cared.

“Yeah, you’re right.” I nodded, sucking in a breath when he slid a soapy hand over my hip. “I keep expecting to feel like a bad person but I don’t. Then I feel bad about that.”

A soft smile lit up Blaze’s face. “You’re not even close to being a bad person, babe. Wanting vengeance doesn’t change who you are inside. You have every right to take back your power in whatever way feels best to you. Brady has taken enough from you.”

That kind of made sense. Feeling bad would only give Brady more power over me. I was done with that crap.

“Do you think we’ll find him?” Taking the bath buff from Blaze, I got my hand good and soapy before sliding it over his semi-hard length. Within seconds it was undeniably hard and ready.

Blaze let his head fall back against the shower wall as he moaned softly. “Fuck yeah, we will. That asshole is not getting away. We’ll find him, Rainbow, and you’ll kill him.”

Me? Kill Brady? Would I be able to do that?

Hell yeah, I would. Part of me desperately wanted to watch him beg and bleed before finishing him off.

Needing to feel powerful and in control, I fisted Blaze’s cock, pumping up and down. He moaned and reached for me, pulling me in for a kiss. His mouth was all over mine, hungrily nibbling my lips and tongue. I placed a hand on his chest, holding him against the shower wall.

He seemed to know that I needed the control right now. Surprisingly, he was happy to give it up. I worked his cock, my hand moving faster. Grabbing a handful of my conditioner covered hair, Blaze forced my head back, licking and biting my neck.

The sound of his moans and sighs drove me. I needed to make him come. I hungered for it. Only when he came in rivulets that covered my hand did I ease off. Satisfying as hell.

After rinsing off my hand, I stepped under the spray and rinsed my hair and body. Blaze watched me with heavy lidded amber eyes. Without a word, he dropped to his knees before me. Ignoring the spray of water that cascaded down upon him, he buried his face between my thighs.

I let out a little squeak as he tongued my clit. Holding tight to my hips, Blaze vigorously ate my pussy. The sudden onslaught of sensation made me crazy. In a good way.

My hand slapped against the shower wall in an effort to hold myself up. His demanding touch made my knees weak. His tongue thrust inside me, delving deep. My hips bucked as I sought more of him.

Sucking my clit into his mouth, Blaze slapped my wet ass, making my body jerk. I moaned, fisting his wet hair. He glanced up at me with a knowing grin before finishing what he started.

My orgasm hit fast and hard, like every piece of me ached for that release. My cry echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the walls. The steamy air made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t care. I’d needed that. I needed more.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, my voice breathy and faint.

Blaze rose and reached for the bodywash. “Your wish is my command, my queen. Let me finish washing up first. I only had to take a fall once to learn my lesson about slippery shower sex. Fucking dangerous.”

The image of Blaze slipping and falling while trying to fuck made me burst into laughter. Shower sex certainly came with risks.

A few minutes later we were out of the shower and toweling off. Blaze used his towel to wipe off the mirror, cleaning the steam layer away. Dropping the towel, he grabbed me around the waist, pushing me up against the counter so I faced the mirror.

“I want you to watch as I fuck you.” He bent me over so my ass was in the air.

I was happy to do exactly that. I studied our reflection as Blaze reached between my legs from behind. Two fingers slipped inside me, pumping into my wetness. My soft moan made him raise a brow as he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his cock.

The soft head of his cock pushed inside me in a teasing thrust. Then he withdrew, making me ache for more. An amused little smile danced about his face.

His teasing shallow thrusts made me impatient. I clutched the edge of the counter so hard my fingers hurt.

“Stop messing around and fuck me, Blaze,” I demanded, annoyed when he laughed.

“I want to hear you beg. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

I frowned at myself in the mirror. Damn him. Always a game player.

“Please, fuck me,” I pleaded, giving him what he wanted. “I need your gorgeous cock inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”

“That’s a nice start. Give me a little more.” He spanked my ass before holding tight, gripping it as he guided himself into me a mere two inches at a time before pulling out.

Frustration rose, making me impatient. “Dammit, Blaze, fuck me already. I need your cock. Nobody fucks me the way you do. Claim my pussy. Make it yours.”

“Mmm, I like that. Happy to oblige, my sweet.” With that, he thrust in deep, stealing my breath and my voice. “Better?”

Meeting his gaze through the mirror, I nodded. So much better. A sense of relief eased my frustration, bringing me to a place of bliss.

Blaze held my gaze. His dark eyes were filled with desire. There was something more there as well. Something emotional and deep that made me uneasy. I glanced away, afraid to see something I wasn’t ready for.

With a hand in my hair, Blaze forced my head back up. “Look at me, Clover. Look at both of us. Don’t make me tell you again.”

A whimper reverberated in my throat. I was afraid of what I’d seen in Blaze’s eyes. I knew he’d come to care for me during our time together. What if that wasn’t all? What if there was more?

“Fuck me harder,” I moaned, trying to break whatever spell had started to fall over us. “Make me come.”

Blaze’s hand remained in my hair, forcing me to look into the mirror. His other hand slid up my body from my hip to grasp my breast. His fingers found my nipple, pinching it tight until I yelped.

“You want it harder?” he asked, not expecting a response. “I’ll give you harder. Hold on, baby. You asked for it.”

Blaze’s expression changed. Brow furrowed, he bit his bottom lip as he drove harder into me. I let out a cry as he pounded me against the counter. The force behind his thrusts was almost more than I could take. It was exactly what I wanted.

I had no choice but to watch his face as he fucked me. There was something intimidating about staring into the eyes of his reflection as he owned my pussy. Despite the aggression in his thrusts, I knew I was safe with Blaze. He’d become a comfort in a world of turmoil. I loved that about him.

As my moans filled the bathroom, Blaze said, “That’s right, Rainbow. Let me hear it. Show me how much you love my cock pounding into your pussy. How much do you love the way I fuck you?”

I had no answer for him. No words would form. All I could do was gasp and moan.

Blaze reached down to rub my clit with a finger. My hips jerked as I rode his cock and his finger. My orgasm was so close. Right there. Ready to take me.

And then it did. I jerked and writhed, crying out Blaze’s name. That seemed to drive him over the edge. His motions grew frantic moments before he filled me with his cum.

Blaze released my hair and my head fell forward, my forehead pressed against the counter. Lungs heaving, I tried to catch my breath. I knew I’d needed that but I didn’t realize how much I’d needed it.

“That was so fucking good,” I whispered.

Blaze shocked me by scooping me up in his arms. Leaving the bathroom, he took me to his bedroom and placed me on the bed.

“Let’s try something a little different, shall we?” The kiss he placed on my lips was tender and soft.

“Different?” I asked hesitantly, peering up at him.

“You wanted to be fucked, and I was more than happy to give it to you. There’s something I want too. I want to make love to you, Clover.” He smoothed back my damp hair, not caring that it made his pillow wet.

Blaze rubbed his semi-erect cock against me, quickly bringing it back to full height. My mouth went dry at his claim. Make love to me?

He kissed me again, his tongue gently slipping into my mouth, entangling with mine. Emotion drove his kiss, leaving my head spinning. What the hell was happening right now?

My chest squeezed tight as I kissed him back. Warmth filled my belly, spreading through me. Feelings I’d been denying since Blaze was taken by Brady rushed to the surface, blindsiding me with a dose of reality.

I didn’t want to love him. I didn’t want to love any of them. They were everything I’d never wanted. They’d claimed me and owned me. I should hate them with every piece of me.

Except that I didn’t. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to anymore. When Brady had me, all I wanted was to be back with my Angels.

Blaze kissed his way from my mouth, along my chin, and down my neck. His tongue darted out in small bursts to taste me before sucking on my hot flesh. A different heat rose inside me this time. A want that came from a deeper place. My arms went around him as I held him close.

Blaze’s cock slid along my wet slit, teasing us both. Finally, he slipped inside me. Slow and passionate, Blaze held me close, our chests pressed together.

I sucked in a shaky breath. A lump formed in my throat, choking me with emotion. We moved together, our bodies united as one. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever made love to me like Blaze. It had always been straight up sex or dirty fucking. Nobody had made me feel this overwhelmed with emotion.

My hands strayed down his back, feeling the taut muscle beneath my fingertips. I became painfully aware of every sinewy muscle, the softness of his skin. The way he felt slowly moving inside me.

It was almost too much for me to take. When Blaze pulled back to gaze into my eyes, I nearly came undone.

“I will die before I let anyone hurt you again,” he murmured, his hand warm on my cheek as he caressed my face. “I swear it. Anyone who wants to hurt you will have to come through me. I’m so fucking in love with you, Clover.”

Did he really say that? My mind stuck on those words, replaying them until I couldn’t deny they were real.

I pulled him in for a kiss, needing to feel his lips on mine. When we broke apart, I heard myself say, “I love you, Blaze.”

He buried his face in my neck, moaning softly as he thrust deep. My hands shook, my body quaking as I embraced the moment.

At some point, I’d fallen for Blaze. I’d fallen for all of them. And that scared me more than anything that had happened so far.