Graves

by Katelyn Taylor

He’s pissed, obviously. It’s probably his first day, and I just killed his boss. Whoopsies.

couldn’t have bled out that quick, and there is no way in fuck I’m getting into heaven. But right before my eyes, I swear to fuck it’s an angel.

I don’t make it out of this, at least I got a glimpse of an angel before I burn in hell. If I do, then that angel is mine.

We have the same black hair, the same six foot five build, the same sharp chin, and the same dimples when we smile. The only difference is that I have blue eyes, while Dominic has brown.

She’s too precious for my brother to lay eyes on. She’s too precious for me to have laid eyes on her, but it’s too late for that.

These men shouldn’t even be looking at my angel, let alone winking at her. I memorize everything I can about him, so it’ll be all the easier to hunt him down later and pluck his eyes straight from his fucking head.

I internalize and only allow out what is absolutely necessary, where Zayden feels everything. He feels so deeply and so wildly that he jumps over the line of crazy and lives in full-on psycho town.

“Take care of my angel, brother, or I’ll end you.”

“I can take care of myself,” I say as his fingers tangle in my hair. “I know, I’ve seen you hold your own just fine. It doesn’t mean you should have to.”

“What do you wanna know?” I tease with a soft smile. He doesn’t smile back, though, as his eyes practically drill me into place. “Everything,” he murmurs.

“T-too tight,” I pant. “You can take it,”

“You’ve imagined this?” “From the very second I laid eyes on you,” he rumbles as his fingers tighten slightly around my neck. “I imagined what you would look like spread out for me, what you’d feel like, what you’d taste like.”

“Do you really think once would ever be enough for either of us? I’m just getting started, baby.”

“Now,” he starts, his hand on my thigh, squeezing tightly. “You’re mine.”

The man looks and fucks like a Greek god. He’s fiercely protective and also surprisingly kind. Soak my panties and sign me the fuck up.

“Your woman?” I question dubiously, despite the hard thudding of my heart at his words. “I told you that you’re mine. I meant it.”

“Baby, I would never let anything happen to you. If you didn’t want to be with me anymore, we would figure it out together. You’ll never be without a home again, I promise. Even more so, there is no possibility in this fathomable universe where you and I aren’t together until the end of time. You’re mine, Blake, and I’ll never let you go.”

“You’re not hearing me, baby. I don’t want it to be my place, I want it to be our place.”

“Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you say it,” he says against my skin. “I want you to fuck me against this wall right here, right now.”

“Done.”

“Fuck, baby. You like playing with yourself while you ride my cock?” “I’m not sure I’m riding it as much as I’m taking it.”

“And you’re taking it so. Fucking. Good,”

“Sweet dreams, angel.”

Dominic fucked up. If he wanted me to stay away from my angel, he should have just killed me, because that’s what it would take to keep me from her. Then again, death might not be enough.

“You won’t kill me, and you know it,” I say with a shake of my head. “For her, I would,” he says, causing my head to tilt to the side. “If it was between you living or her, it would be her. Every. Time.”

“How did you know it was me without seeing my eyes?” “Because Dom isn’t creepy enough to sit and watch me sleep,”

I don’t like you, and I sure as hell don’t love you. In fact, I fucking hate you.”

The wolf really hides in sheep’s clothing.

You’re either a hunter or you’re the prey.” “What does that make me?” I ask carefully. A small smirk spreads across his face. “That all depends on you, angel.”

“Want to play a game?” “No. But I don’t think I have a choice, do I?” I ask. “No.” He smirks.

“So, you really won’t kill me?” He cocks his head to the side in confusion. “Of course not. If you die, I die.”

“Fuck, I knew you’d bleed so beautifully for me.”

“Goddamn, your cunt grips me so good. Tell me how much you love my cock in you. Say my name,” he groans.

“Fuck, angel. Ride my cock. Take what you want.”

“Good. Come all over my cock, baby. I want to drown in your cum.”

I’d burn heaven itself to the ground to keep you as mine.

“Suggest taking her away again, and I will blow your brains all over this room, brotherhood be damned!”

“He’s not going to be the only one inside you with nothing between you two. You’re mine, baby, and now I’m gonna fuck you like it.”

I love the pair. Blue and brown together, two sides of the same coin, making up my beautiful woman.

“C’mon, angel. Let me hear your pretty little lips beg for me,” I say again, hoping she’ll finally comply.

I focus on the road in front of me, driving as fast as I can in an attempt to outrun the overwhelming urge to kill my brother and my angel before taking my own life.

I’m nothing without her, and if she won’t have me, she won’t have anyone.

“Because if he heard anyone tell you that staying here with me and him will leave you broken, battered, and in the gutter, he’d string them up by their toes and skin them alive.”

“I’m in your bed, Zayden.” She snickers. My eyebrows shoot up at that as I smirk. “Oh yeah? And what are you doing there, angel?” “Playing with my clit,”

Fuck. My cock instantly hardens, which is not ideal seeing as I’m lying on my chest on a cold rooftop, looking down a sniper scope, and waiting for my target who should be coming up for his nightly cigar any minute.

Fuck. Why is this image so hot. Hes so bad.

“What are you doing playing with yourself in my bed, angel?” “I think I miss you,” she groans. “You think?”

“Ask me nicely,” I say as I begin beating my cock faster and faster. “Ask me if I’ll let my woman have me and my brother together.”

“I’m coming home, angel.”

He holds onto me like I’ll shatter if he lets go, like we will shatter.

What happened to all the ‘you touch her, I kill you’ shit?”