Eight
1590 Words
EDGE
The cleanup took most of the day.
Edith insisted on stitching my arm back up, which wasn’t necessary, it would have healed. But it made her feel better about it. She blamed herself for letting Nathan slip through the cracks.
Something had gone wrong with this hit. How exactly that many people got the drop on us… I’ll never know.
I sent Edith and Clara home not long after cleanup was wrapped up. We all needed sleep, we’d pulled an all-nighter. I, on the other hand, was going to the bar. I needed to feed, and I needed a drink.
I jumped in the shower, pulled clean clothes on, threw my hair into a rough ponytail, and swapped to shoes that weren’t covered in blood.
Once I was as sure as I could be that I no longer looked like I’d been to war, I headed out to the bar.
I sank into my usual seat by the bar, the bartender giving me a small smile and dropping my regular cocktail in front of me as soon as he saw me.
I ordered a couple vodka shots too, and before I could take the second, a rough, callused hand took it from me. I knew that hand.
He sunk into the chair next to me, his hair dishevelled, body tense. “Blade. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Nice to see you again, Edge. I would say you look great, but you look like you’ve had a s**t day.”
“You can say that again. To be honest, Blade, you don’t look much better.”
“Rough couple of days at work, Edge. That’s all.”
“Same. I had a major project lined up that should have been perfectly smooth, but it wasn’t. s**t hit the fan. What happened to you?”
“I lost a major contract. Would have been a good paycheck too, but apparently the client ‘changed their mind’ and went with someone else.”
“s**t, I’m sorry.”
He gave me a small smile. “Me too.”
His eyes suddenly dropped to my arm where I was reaching for my drink. The arm with the bullet wound. He grabbed my hand, running his fingertips over the scar. I flinched; it was still sensitive. It was going to be for a while. It had started to look like a scar already, so it would be completely healed within a couple of days.
“What happened, Edge?”
“Just had an accident a while ago, that’s all. Nothing to worry about. I heal quite quickly.”
He didn't look convinced. “I didn't see that last time we were together, Edge. What did you say you do for work, again?”
“Private security.”
His lips were pursed. He was suspicious of me, and considering last time we met I had a gun concealed and this time I've got a suspiciously bullet shaped scar on my arm, it's not really surprising. Hell, I'd be suspicious if roles were reversed.
I knew I should have covered it up.
“I don't want to talk about work tonight, Blade,” I whispered in his ear, trailing my fingertips up his arm. “Why don't we get out of here? My flat isn't that far away. I have rum, cookies, and a big, comfy bed,” I smirked at him.
He leaned over, running his tongue up the outside of my ear. “Looking forward to it, Edge.”
He took my hand when I stood, and we left the bar together. He apparently couldn't wait for us to get back home, though. The first alleyway we passed, he pushed me up against a wall, his mouth crashing down on mine. My mouth fell open with a gasp, and he took that as an invitation to deepen the kiss, to tease my tongue with his own. Blade broke away from my mouth, trailing his lips along my jaw and down my neck, before biting into that sensitive spot just above my collarbone, his fingers pinching my n*****s through my bra.
I moaned as my eyes fluttered shut, legs going weak. When I met his eyes again, he was smirking. I slapped his hands away from my chest, pulling my top back down. “Hands to yourself, mister. Or you’ll be heading home with your balls still blue.”
My flat was less than ten minutes away, but those few minutes felt like a lifetime. Once we were in the door, I poured us both a rum and coke whilst he stripped off.
I kicked my shoes off, teasing the tie out of my hair, letting it fall down around my face. I shrugged off my blouse, fiddling with the fly on my trousers whilst I watched Blade pull off his own. His eyes watched as I added the gun and holster to my clothes pile, and I tried not to let him see the knife I'd had hidden in my boot…
I finally stood in front of him wearing nothing but my underwear and a smirk, sipping my rum, waiting for him to make the first move.
And make the first move he did.
He was across the room, scooping me up in his arms and pressing me against a wall, fast, too fast for a human, but about as expected for a shifter. But what type of shifter…
No. I told my brain to shut up. I had better things to do at that moment than worry about exactly what flavour of shifter he is.
He obviously noticed my mind wandering, but rather than let him get distracted, I wound my fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth down to my own. He groaned when my lips touched his, his hands pulling me closer to him as we fought for dominance.
He deepened the kiss, like he was exploring every corner of my mouth. His very clear erection was pressing against my core, with just his boxers and the thin scrap of lace I was wearing separating us from where I really wanted him to be.
I spiralled my hips against him, pushing him hard against my core. One of his hands slipped in between us, ripping the thin lace from my body. He swirled two fingers around me, groaning at my wetness. “Soaked for me, aren’t you?” He growled in my ear.
He suddenly thrust two fingers inside me and I cried out, my head falling back against the wall behind me. His thumb found my c**t, his fingers curling to press against that sensitive spot just inside me.
Blade held me against the wall with his hips, the hand that wasn’t inside me winding in my hair, pulling my head to the side. His mouth trailed down my neck, alternating between teasing the skin with his tongue and teeth. I whimpered, my hips thrusting against him on their own.
He chuckled against my neck. “Don’t worry, Edge, I won’t tease you forever.”
I screamed with my orgasm when his teeth sank into my neck, not hard enough for a mating mark, but hard enough to bruise, his fingers never letting up their movement.
I hardly had a chance to come down from my first orgasm when a second hit me when he pulled one n****e into his mouth, pinching the other.
My legs were shaking around him, my breathing heavy. He smirked up at me, leaning in again so his mouth was back at my ear. “So responsive, Edge. So very responsive.”
I whimpered when he pulled his fingers out of me, suddenly feeling very empty. Blade ripped his own boxers off, lining himself up with my entrance and thrusting straight inside me to the hilt.
I could feel my walls spasming around him already, I was so sensitive, so on edge, that another orgasm was already starting to lick up my spine. “What do you need, Edge?” He growled in my ear.
“Harder,” I moaned, hating how needy my voice sounded. “Faster. Make… me… scream.”
“Your wish is my command,” he smirked, before pulling all the way out, and thrusting inside me again in one movement. One harsh, hard movement that had me whimpering beneath him.
He buried himself inside me as deep as he could, his hands on my hips holding me tight, stopping me moving against him. “Blade, please,” I moaned, “I’m so close.”
He bit my ear lobe, before pulling his hips back and starting to f**k me in ernest. Every inch of my core was sensitive, on fire, pleasure coursing through my veins. One of his fingers swirled around my c**t, not to drive me crazy, but instead like he was gathering up my wetness.
That finger suddenly appeared at my ass, teasing, pushing past the tight muscle. He started thrusting his finger inside me in time with his c**k, leaving me too full and then empty all over again.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my head falling forward onto his shoulder. My orgasm suddenly hit me, and I screamed, my teeth elongating and sinking into his neck.
The second my teeth sank into his neck, he lost his rhythm, chasing his own release. He buried himself as deep inside me as he could, his own orgasm tearing through him.
I pulled my teeth back, licking over the wound to heal it.
Fuck. I bit him.
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