“Kiss me.” He growls.
I press my hand to the wound and stifle his hiss of breath with my mouth. Both of us covered in blood, Valentine’s blood pooling in the dust and the dirt beneath our knees, I kiss him and I don’t stop.
His one good arm comes around me, pulling me to his body and I straddle his lap, kissing him harder, deeper, a fiery need taking possession of my body. Adrenaline and lust warms me through and I roll my hips against Lex’s growing erection. His blood seeps through my fingers, warm and wet but I still don’t stop.
“You did it,” Lex breathes against my lips.
“Lex,” I moan.
We’re both covered in blood, injured, tired and yet Ican’tfucking stop. I need him. I need him now.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
The vibration of his growl travels to the back of my throat and then he’s lifting me from his lap to unbutton his pants and pulls them down whilst I do the same with my leggings before I sink onto his rigid length, burying it until I feel him pressing so deep inside me I see stars. Our skin, wet and crimson slides together and I ride him, hard and quick, the need to release stronger than anything I’ve ever felt.
“You look so fucking beautiful,” he growls, eyes a little manic, taking in my blood stained face.
I gyrate my hips, lifting from him only to slam back down again, crying out as my body begins to build for a release.
“Shit,” I cry.
“That’s it,” Lex growls.
My orgasm hits me like a truck, shaking my bones and muscles and forcing me to still on top of him, my head dropping and burying into the crook of his neck, twitching as it rockets through me. Lex doesn’t stop though, he lifts me slightly so he can piston his hips under me, chasing his own release and when he comes with a roar, we both collapse onto the ground, breathing heavy.
After a few minutes, I slide off him, dragging my leggings back onto my legs and wincing as I feel him seep from my body. My eyes land on Valentines’ dead body, still and lifeless, his eyes staring straight ahead, the blooming puddle of blood growing bigger with every second whilst he just turns grey.
Lex grunts as he gets to his feet, leaning heavily to the left and pressing his hand to his shoulder. He’ll live but I’m sure it hurts like fuck.
I prop myself beneath his arm to steady his walking and then head towards the door.
It bursts open before I can reach it and I find Ryker and King barging into the room, breathing fast and heavy.
“Where the fuck were you!?” Lex growls.
“On the other fucking side,” Heart snaps back. “This building is practically a fucking maze!”
Ryker stares down at the dead enemy and instantly sags in relief. He’s dead.
He’s finally fucking dead.
“Leave him for the rats.” Lex orders.
I didn’t see any better way than that. He didn’t deserve a ‘clean up’ or even an unmarked six foot hole. He was vermin food, nothing more and nothing less.
It was over with him.
We had won.