Avenging Angel (Pounding Hearts Book 5)

by Izzy Sweet

  “I don’t need you,” I croak, and brace myself for his reaction.

  For his disgust. For his disappointment.

  But it never comes.

  I expect his arms to fall away, for him to take a step back. Maybe even bright white shock to appear on his face.

  What I get is him drawing me even deeper into his embrace as his lips crash into me.

  I try to resist at first. Try to pretend his taste, his touch, his smell, has no effect on me.

  But it’s all in vain.

  He kisses me like a man possessed. Like a man fighting for his life.

  Like a man trying to prove a point.

  And despite how long I try to hold out, how long I try to persevere, I’m drowning and he’s the breath of air I need.

  Pushing his mouth into my mouth, he growls before saying, “Liar.”

  Then he kisses me even harder.

  Pulling back again, his teeth scrape against my lips. “Stop lying to yourself.”

  Head swimming, I grab onto him as the force of his next kiss threatens to knock me over.

  “Stop lying to me.”

  Clutching at his shirt, I open my mouth, ready to tell him off, but he pounces on the opportunity. His tongue sweeps into my mouth to dance with my mine.

  My toes curl inside my shoes at the first stroke, a bolt of pure electricity flowing through me.

  And god help me, before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m kissing him back. I’m kissing him like I’m about to die and this is the last kiss I’ll ever have.

  Because it feels like it.

  After this I’ll be dead, utterly dead. Emotionally, mentally, physically.

  Because I’ll never be kissed like this again.

  “You need this as much as I do,” he growls into my mouth, the sweet vibrations rolling through me.

  And I do. Fuck my life, I do. I’ve never needed anything more than this spark igniting between us.

  This connection I have with him. This feeling of belonging.

  Desperate to hang onto it, my hands tear at him with a mind of their own. Grabbing his shirt, I try to lift it over his head.

  Reaching down, he helps me, taking the fabric from my hands. He breaks our kiss only long enough to rip the shirt off.

  Then his lips are on me again as my palms explore his skin. Learning all the hard planes of his body by touch.

  But it’s not enough. I need more of him. I need to feel more of his skin against my skin.

  As if he can read my mind, as if he has the same frantic need, his hands grab my shirt, pulling it up between us.

  Then my chest is against his chest and we’re finally skin to skin.

  My bra the only thing between us, I feel his deep rumble of pleasure through the fabric.

  And my nipples tighten at the sensation.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I tug at him. Desperate to have him closer because he’ll never be close enough.

  Hands molding around my ass, he lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist.

  Somehow he manages to carry me and kiss me at the same time. Only stopping from time to time to push me up against a wall and grind his hips into me. Rubbing his erection against my clit.

  By the time my back hits a bed, I’m so worked up, so needy and wet, I begin to grow frustrated.

  Everything is happening fast, but as he works on pulling off my shorts and his pants, it’s not fast enough to sate the ache pulsing between my legs.

  Or the deep, sudden need to have him inside me.

  I need him now, before I remember why I shouldn’t be doing this.

  Before I remember everything this is going to fuck up.

  Once the last of our clothes are gone, he settles himself between my open thighs, but he doesn’t enter me. No, he breaks the kiss to move his mouth down to my breasts.

  I groan with impatience as sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, his tongue toying with me.

  Any other day… but not today.

  Deciding to take matters into my hands, literally, I reach down between us and find his cock bobbing between us. He stiffens, his mouth sucking tight as my fingers wrap around his warm, velvety skin.

  I arch my back in response, my nipple tightening so hard it borders on pain, until he finally releases me with a groan.

  “If you don’t stop, you’re going to unman me,” he warns, his mouth still hovering over my breast.

  “What does that even mean?” I pant and flutter my lashes at him, playing innocent as I stroke my hand slowly up and down his length.

  Emmett groans again, deeper this time, and closes his eyes as my stroke makes it up to his head. Wetness seeps across my fingers, slickening my grip.

  Making it easier to quicken my pace.

  Eyes flashing open, his jaw tenses as he tries to maintain his self-control.

  “Keep going and you’ll find out,” he grits out.

  Another warning.

  “Okay,” I say without stopping.

  Growling, his head dips back down, his teeth scraping across me as he tries to jerk his hips away.

  I tighten my grip.

  “Goddammit,” he tries to growl, but his voice cracks with weakness.

  Knowing I’m getting to him, I lift my hips until the crown of his cock is pushing through my lips.

  Suddenly he stiffens above me, his body taut with tension.

  But I don’t stop. I can’t stop.

  Having already come this far, I use him for my own pleasure, grinding my hips as I work him against my clit.

  Above me, he begins to tremble. Then, like a rubber band stretched too far, he finally snaps. Making a noise that sounds almost feral, he reaches down, grabs me by the wrist, and yanks my hand away.

  Just as I open my mouth to complain, he slams his cock home inside me.

  “Is this what you want?” he grunts as his hard length pushes through my tightness.

  Completely shameless at this point, I throw my head back and moan out, “Yes,” as my body tries to adjust to suddenly having him inside me.

  Stretching me.

  Filling me.

  Almost breaking me.

  Fuck, he’s so big, so much bigger than I’m used to. If I wasn’t so wet, he would probably split me in half…

  Pulling back his hips, he begins to slowly slide out of me, and I can’t hold back the whimper that makes it past my lips.

  “Is this what you need?” he asks, then slams back inside me.

  Overwhelming me with too much incredible sensation.

  I knew being with Emmett would be intense, but fuck, I never expected this. I never expected my entire world to be utterly and completely upended.

  Head dropping down, his lips capture my lips as he pumps himself in and out of my body. And with each deep stroke, with each rolling grind of his hips against my clit, I lose myself a little bit more.

  I give more of myself to him.

  Until there’s nothing left.

  Nothing left but the desire to spend the rest of my eternity just like this. With him above me and inside me, filling up every hollow, empty space and little crack.

  Breaking our kiss, he’s lets out a soft, drawn-out groan before he declares, “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good, baby girl…”

  Suddenly his pace increases and his breath comes fast and heavy as he drives himself into me with a frantic purpose.

  “I could spend the rest of my life like this. The rest of my life buried inside you,” he declares.

  And I didn’t realize I closed my eyes until this very second.

  Popping them open, his face, tense with pleasure and strain, peers down at me.

  “Could you spend the rest of your life like this?” he grunts, his skin slapping against my skin. “Could you spend the rest of your life with me, Bree?”

  Maybe, at any other time, under different circumstances, I’d be able to answer him in a sensible way, fully aware of the consequences my answer will carry.

  B
ut at this moment, experiencing the most exquisite pleasure of my short, pitiful life, with him staring intensely down at me, half-asking, half-demanding, “Could you?”

  I can think of no other answer but, “Yes.”

  A million times, yes.

  “Thank fuck,” he says with a look of relief.

  But that look is short-lived. It’s quickly replaced by something that’s wild, something that’s untamed.

  Reaching down, he grabs me by the back of the knee and pulls my leg up. Already on the verge of an orgasm that’s intense but something that’s close to what I’m familiar with, the pressure inside me suddenly changes.

  His cock pounding even deeper than before, everything becomes too much as I struggle to process sensations so intense and strong it feels like they’re going to fucking kill me.

  “Because I can’t let you go… not now… not ever…”

  My eyes start to roll back into my head as I’m swept up and carried away by the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  Over the roar in my ears and the rush in my veins, I’m hear him say, “You’re mine. Fucking mine.”

  And as crazy as it is, at this exact second in time, with his warmth flooding through me, there’s nothing else I want to be.

  I want more than anything to be his.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Emmett

  Early dawn light filters through the curtains as my alarm starts to screech beside my head.

  “Fuck,” I groan quietly and try to swing an arm at the nightstand to silence the shrill noise.

  But my arm doesn’t fucking move, it’s weighed down by a warm, breathing mass of sexiness. Now normally, or at least in the distant past, I wouldn’t be too happy about having a girl wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, holding me down to the bed like I’ll float away. But right here and right now?

  I’m absolutely fucking digging this.

  Bree’s so warm, and she’s latched on to me like her life depends on it. It’s comforting, it’s fucking amazing…

  It’s maybe…

  “Urgh,” she grumbles before reaching toward the noise, swatting at it.

  “I’ve got it,” I whisper to her as I reach over and slap down the button on the alarm.

  “What the fuck?” Bree gasps suddenly and bolts away from me.

  “Uh,” comes my brilliant reply.

  Probably not the smoothest thing I could have said.

  “What time is it?” she yelps while jumping out of bed.

  She starts to frantically scramble around the room.

  “Um, five-till-six,” I say as I turn on the lamp beside the bed. “What are you doing?”

  “Where are my panties?!” she yelps as she keeps rushing about, picking her clothes up from the floor.

  “No clue,” I say with a chuckle.

  She’s not getting those back.

  “My socks?” she asks as she yanks up her running shorts.

  “Same answer,” I say, and this one I’m telling the truth about.

  Though if it would keep her in this house for the rest of our lives, I’d hide every item of clothing she owns.

  Wrapping her arm across her incredible breasts, she says, “Stop staring, you’ve probably seen a thousand pairs before.”

  “I’ve seen the stars a million times, yet I still stare whenever I get a chance. Perfection deserves the attention,” I say with a small growl.

  My mouth is watering just at the memory of tasting her flesh, licking the pale skin of those delicious breasts. She has tan lines, and for some reason they are one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. Same with the mismatched socks that she lost.

  Just about everything on her is sexy and beautiful to me.

  “Oh god.” She groans and rolls her eyes so hard, I’m not sure she didn’t pull a muscle in there somewhere.

  “What?”

  “That was horribly corny,” she says as she bends over to swipe up her t-shirt.

  I frown as I watch her cover her chest. “Don’t need a bra today?”

  “Shit!” she squeaks before she dives back to the floor to continue her search. “Help me, dammit!”

  “With what?” I ask as I sink to the floor, completely naked and semi-aroused.

  “I need my bra at least! My mom’s going to kill me! I can’t believe I let you get me in this situation,” she spits out hastily as she snags the bra I hold up for her out of my hand.

  Yanking her shirt back over her head, she does that weird feminine thing where she puts it on backwards and then twists it before yanking the straps over her shoulders.

  Fucking hell, those breasts don’t need to be covered.

  It’s really fucking tempting though to give her panties back just so I can see her take those shorts off again.

  “What situation?” I ask. “You got a curfew?”

  Glancing down, I don’t see a monitor on her ankle.

  “No… but…”

  She trails off as I move to stand in front of her. She’s moving and jittering so bad that I feel like she’s about to explode.

  “Bree,” I say quietly.

  “I…” she says.

  I gently rest my hands on her shoulders. “Bree, breathe. Breathe in and out three times.”

  She gives me the stink eye, but I stare down into her eyes and take slow steady breaths. No matter what her situation is, I’m here. She’s got me now. I’ll…

  She’s midway through her third breath when I say, “Shit.”

  “Shit? Shit what?”

  Well fuck, is she on the pill or something? Is it bad that I’m really hoping she’s not? It would make things so much easier if I knocked her up. There would be no reason for her not to marry my broken-down ass at this point.

  I keep my hands on her shoulders just in case she wants to try and kill me. “Not sure this is the right time to say this, but we didn’t use protection last night.”

  Her eyes widen for a moment before she rolls them again. “I’m on the pill, we’re good.”

  Breathing out a sigh of disappointment, I grumble, “We’ll have to fix that.”

  “What?” she asks, eyeballing me again.

  “What?” I repeat back.

  Pulling away from me, she bends over to grab her shoes. I’m about to grab her hips and fucking hump her before I realize now might not be the best time for that.

  “You need to get me home!” she growls right before she plops down on the side of the bed and begins to yank her shoes on.

  “Poof, you’re home,” I say as I cross my arms over my chest. “I haven’t forgotten about what you said last night.”

  Confusion flows over her beautiful face. “What?”

  “You said, and I’m quoting here, you could spend the rest of your life with me here,” I say.

  “Are you fucking insane?” she asks in astonishment.

  “Not that I know of, but if I was, would I really know I was?” I ask then shrug my shoulders. “That’s not really the issue though… Do you have short-term memory loss? I should probably know if you do. I mean, I don’t want you to forget that spectacular orgasm.”

  “No, I don’t have any kind of memory loss! You just can’t hold me to some promise I made in the heat of the moment!” she practically shouts before I start motioning for her to keep it down.

  “Don’t wake, Casey,” I murmur.

  “Shit!” she squeaks and all of a sudden her cheeks turn bright red.

  “What?”

  “He’s going to know I stayed the night!” she whispers harshly.

  “As loud as you were last night, I’m pretty sure he knows already. He may have thumped on the walls for us to keep it down a couple of times,” I say with a smirk.

  “Holy fuck! He did not!” she whispers, turning even more red.

  I shrug my shoulders. “So? Are you taking back your promise?”

  “What promise?” she whispers loudly at me.

  Standing up from the bed, she stomps her way over to stand right in fro
nt of me.

  “You know full well you said yes,” I say.

  “You asked me that right before I had one of the… Before I came!”

  “One of the what?” I ask with another smirk, and I swear I can hear her grinding her teeth.

  “Shut it. You asked me a life-altering question mid-coitus. I would have sold you my liver at that point in time.”

  Did she just say coitus?

  I can’t help the chuckles that ripple through me. “Coitus?”

  “I’m going to kick your ass,” she snarls at me before punching me in the chest.

  “Ouch,” I say with another one of my charming smirks.

  “Yes, it was a moment of weakness! It doesn’t mean we’re fated to the stars or something.”

  She stares up at me with those words ringing in my head.

  “Bullshit,” I say and stare right back.

  “What?”

  She glares at me, and I know I’m right, and so does she.

  “You had every chance to bail from the moment you met me, you didn’t.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” she snaps at me.

  There’s a loud knock on my door followed by Casey yelling, “Can you two shut up? I was supposed to get thirty more minutes of sleep!”

  Well fuck, that wasn’t expected.

  Both of us stare at each other for a long moment, each lost in our own embarrassment.

  “Oh my god!” Bree whispers before she starts to giggle, giggle like a madwoman.

  “Fuck!” I start to snicker as I try to hide my partial hard-on from her.

  Even arguing with this chick gets me hard. I didn’t even notice how close I got into her personal space before Casey yelled at us.

  Looking down at Bree, I tug lightly at her chin so that she looks up at me. “You said yes, no take backs.”

  Before she can argue with me, I lean down and kiss those lips of hers that have tormented me. Those plush, silken lips.

  Last night I was in dire need of filling that void in my soul, to raise my soul back from the depths of the dark abyss. I know I can’t hinge my recovery on her, but it feels right to make this connection. To fill the empty spaces with her life.

  To take hold of her hand and never let go.

  My hands gently caress her cheeks before sliding to the back of her head and pulling her deeply into the kiss. The resistance I felt last night was a wall I wasn’t entirely sure would ever come down.