Flock (The Ravenhood, #1)

by Kate Stewart

And for the record, I caught feelings the minute I laid eyes on you.”

“You’re beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted, sensitive, and more,”

“It’s okay to want his dick, baby, I’ll watch it go inside you and fucking love the view, and the savage it’ll make me.”

Dominic met me at the float, silvery eyes gleaming with mischief, a devilish smile tilting his full lips, the picture of a dark angel with deviant intent.

“Get it all figured out?”

Dominic lulls me into his kiss with his tongue. I could spend eternity kissing this man. It’s intense, sinful, consuming, along with

a whisper of something else.

This kiss is filled with unexpected passion and longing and seems endless. I can’t, even knowing Sean is watching, rip myself away. Tongues tangle, hands roam, we explore hungrily. When we part, our fast breaths mingle, revelation dancing in both our eyes. I feel like he can see mine, and I know his mirrors it. His touch, his presence, his kiss is like being surrounded by a cool, dark cloud, one I’m dwelling comfortably in.

For the first time since I met Dominic, I truly want to know who he is and why his kiss affects me this way.

“I want to hear her.”

“You’re perfect,” Dominic whispers hoarsely, and I feel it to my toes.

“Say it,” he orders.

“Fuck me,” I reply without an ounce of hesitation, batting away any sort of lingering doubt.

Holy crap she did it

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs into my neck and I turn my head and kiss him hungrily, tasting myself on him.

“You sure?”

“So fucking hot,” Sean rasps into my ear as Dominic clamps onto my hips, while I gasp at the full feel of him.

“Let her go,” Dominic orders Sean.

“Feels so good,” Sean murmurs, tensing, his orgasm close.

Once both cars are packed, Dominic grips my hand pulling me to where he stands, his car idling. He looks down at me for a few tentative seconds before he kisses me, the result—rapture. I clutch him to me, and he takes his time, filling my mouth with his tongue, just as hungry as our first kiss, seeking, searching. It’s beautiful, this man’s kiss. It’s consuming and I can’t get enough. When he pulls away, he brushes my lips with rare affection, gets in his car, and drives away.

“What if someone gets hurt?”

“Why do I have a feeling that someone will be me?”

“I don’t want to… The way I feel about you, hurting you is the last thing I want. But if you’re debating on a choice, on choosing, I’m telling you right now you don’t have to. Unless you want to, and in that case, I hope it’s me.”

“Cecelia, I swear to you, you will never lose me over this. Put that thought out of your mind. What happened doesn’t make my feelings for you any less real. I’m so fucking crazy about you.” A soft kiss, then another. “You gave me your trust today, and I need it.” He swallows. “There’s very little you could do at this point to get rid of me.”

“If you’re ever wondering what to do, that’s what you do. Whatever you fucking want, whenever you want, and you don’t apologize for it, not ever.”

I stare out the window into the dark forest beyond and the flickering lights of the cell tower wondering where the two men who have consumed my thoughts are. Have they thought about me?

But Sean hinted heavily, more than once, if I wanted to commit to him, he wouldn’t be opposed to it.

Falling for Sean is becoming inevitable. I love the way he cares for me, the way he makes me feel—the comfort his presence allows me to fully be myself.

At some point in time in a person’s life, they have the choice to search for their forever or let themselves off the leash.

“Eggs—runny, coffee—black, beer—cold, music—loud, cars,” he floors the gas.

This is notorious sentence from this story

“Fast,” I say through a laugh.

“Woman,” he turns and rolls his mirror colored gaze over me.

Omg I’m melting over Dom right now!! He is my favorite

He’s the opposite of Sean in a lot of ways.

“What makes you happy?”

“All of the above.”

“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than you can in a year of conversation.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Sure, you do.”

So freaking cryptic indeed. Wow!!

“Fast cars? Black coffee? Runny eggs and…”

“And?” He prompts.

“Me.”

“Then you know enough.”

“They won’t touch you, Cecelia. You pulled up with Dominic.”

“You know me,” the gentle timbre of his voice has my eyes watering. “You know my mind and my heart. You know me. I made sure of it. But this is my world, our world, and if you want in, you have another decision to make.”

“Cecelia, I tried to ease you into this the best way I could. I had to be able to trust you.”

“I still don’t know anything.”

“And that kept you safe from your involvement and all that it implied. But from this point forward,...

“You’ll go crazy trying to figure it out. Everything we do, we do for good reason. If you choose to stay, a lot of your questions will be answered over time. But everybody at the party has to earn their place. No exceptions.”

The more I fall, the more entangled I become, and if I’m not careful, if I don’t choose out, I’ll be shackled in by new secrets. But I’m leaving. In a year, I am leaving. That’s a definite. I’m not going to skip college or throw away my chances at a higher education for anyone.

“Crazy where a day can take you, huh? That’s nothing unusual around here.”

“You’re smart enough to decipher truth from fiction.”