Putting Out for a Hero (Villainous Things, #3)

by C. Rochelle

“Guys, I can’t feel my nuts. I think my suit might have shrunk in the wash or something.”

Little did they know, all I ever wanted was to stick my dick in my rival’s tight end.

“Mine,” he replied, still staring at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “I mean… she’s mine, yes. Daisy is.” He blinked rapidly before his gaze shifted to where his daughter sat on my shoulders. “For almost ten years now.”

I’m straight, but I’m just not thinking straight. Oh, no. What if my supersuit was so tight it cut off my air supply… Through my nuts?!

“Thanks for the tour, and for cutting me… cutting me FREE, I mean. And for showing me your hole. YOUR SWIMMING HOLE! Jesus Christ, I’m done. I’m fucking done. I’m just gonna go to my room now. Alone. So I can… be alone for… alone time. Jesus.” My beast was clawing to get out. I watched as this ridiculously stacked, awkward bundle of villainous sweetness adjusted his hard-on before spinning on his heel and fleeing the scene of his bi-awakening. I must have him.

There was no reason for me not to tell my gay brother and his gay mafia queen that I might like dick. Hell, the whole gay family would probably throw me a big gay party to celebrate me joining the rest of them on the apparently more exciting side of the playing field.

“Is this your prize, B?”

“You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Suarez. From the moment I first saw you, I wanted this. Wanted you.”

I bristled—mostly because of how she was insulting Zion. Everyone knew I was dumb, but I refused to stand here and let her insult my man. Wait, what? WHAT?!

After Dahlia’s failed attempt to lure my mate into her bed, I jerked off to the sweet scent of Baltasar on my skin. Then I did it again. And again.

convincing. The man had even sucked on my tongue as he came, all the while moaning like other parts of me were buried inside him. Fuck, he was so into it.

“I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

“Fuck you, Zion,” I spat, turning away from him to wrench open the door. “Mmm, I wish,” he crooned behind me. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”

“How are you so sweet and so fucking sexy?” he growled.

“You want it so bad, don’t you, beautiful?”

“Please… don’t stop. I want it.”

“You want to know how my lizard dick feels, huh?” Maintaining eye contact, he pulled himself out of his sweatpants. “Let me show you…”

“Holy fuck,” I gasped, practically dislocating his shoulders in my frantic attempt to not fall off the couch. “Holy fucking hell, thatfeelssofuckinggood…”

“That’s not how it works, D. I can’t just… take what I want.” “Why not?” She jutted out a hip as she continued relentlessly. “This is your house, isn’t it, Daddy?”

“Stop treating me like a toy for your own fucking amusement, Zion!”

Despite his anger, Baltasar still wasn’t shifting and throwing me off. Instead, he shuddered, staring up at me with a glazed expression as his hot muscles went limp and his body surrendered to me.

For reasons I was apparently no longer questioning, this man and his lizard dick did things to me no woman ever had before—no matter how fantastic her tatas were.

Gay for lizard dick.

“How do I look?” I huffed a laugh, feeling cum dripping down my neck, and not hating it at all. “Like mine,” he growled.

“How do you feel?” There was only one right answer, and not because I knew what Zion wanted to hear. The truth was, I no longer cared if I was gay or straight or something in between. I wanted whatever this was—this unexpected thing that had been happening between us for however long. Swallowing hard, I licked my lips, almost coming on the spot from the taste of him on my tongue. “I feel like yours.”

“Z, I don’t like men.” When his expression started to shutter, I quickly elaborated. “Even now, I don’t think another dude could turn my head. But I want you so bad, it aches.”

“We missed you,” Daisy replied in that no-bullshit way kids did. “Daddy was a mess until I suggested we come here to watch you practice.”

“Is that right? Well, I missed you both, too. Mostly you, little queen, but your dad’s crossed my mind once or twice.”

“Take our girl somewhere fun.”

The man has fantastic tatas.

“What’s his lizard dick like?” he blurted out—rolling his eyes when I glared and growled possessively. “I’m asking for science, Balty.

“That big lizard treats you well, right? I don’t want to have to fly there and kick his ass.”

“No one’s ever treated me as well as he does. I’m listened to, and cared for, and he never makes me feel stupid.” I cleared my throat as tears pricked my eyelids. “And whenever I’m near him, there’s this pull in my chest—almost like I’m connected to him. It’s worse when he’s not around, though. Like, right now, my chest aches.”

“All I can think about is you sinking those fangs into my neck.”

My peace has been right there in front of me this entire time.

“You need to understand, if I was forced to choose, I would choose you, Zion. Every fucking time.”

“Jesus, Baltasar,” he huffed, his breath tickling my lips as he dropped his forehead against mine. “Just when I think I can’t fall in love with you more, you pull some smooth shit like this. Damn.”

I. Want. That. Fucking. Mate. Bite.”

There was nothing like running through the forest while only wearing a jockstrap to make you question your life choices.

“You thought you were going to hunt me? When you’ve been my obsession for years?”

Not only was Zion Salah the only one I would let call me his pretty princess, but he was the only one. Period. Full stop. I was so fucking gone for this man, I was already forgetting everyone I’d been with in the past.

“Fuck, beautiful… I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”