Poison Throne: A Dark College Romance(37)

I laughed. "No complaints here. You're totally right; we both need to clear our heads a bit." I snaked my hands between us and fumbled with his belt. From the position we were in, it wasn't the easiest task. We made it work, though.

When he pinned me with his hips and brought one hand around to move my panties aside, his fingers brushed over Rafe's mark and I hissed with pain.

Jordan froze. Then he leaned back enough to look down and see what had just made me gasp like that.

"Possessive motherfucker," he muttered, lightly running his fingers over the bruise in a way that made my whole body quiver. "He just had to mark his fucking territory, didn't he?"

I squirmed in his hold as his fingertips trailed higher and hooked under the side of my panties. "Jordy..." I groaned, "please..."

He didn't make me beg any more. Two breaths later, he was buried deep inside me, and his hand returned to my ass to hold me up while we fucked.

It was fast and dirty, and neither of us bothered to stay quiet as we took what we needed from each other. Uriel had haunted both of our thoughts far too much if we were both imagining him in every shadow, but this was the perfect way to chase him away.

My orgasm crept up on me without any warning, and I screamed out when my pussy clenched around Jordan's cock. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans and screams, but he didn't come with me. Fucker.

Instead, he waited until my climax ebbed, then pulled out and dropped to his knees, shifting my legs to his shoulders in a move that only a trained fighter could pull off. I knew what he was up to before his mouth even met my throbbing cunt. I'd known he was going to do it from the second he saw Rafe's primitive claim on my inner thigh.

"Jordy, fuck," I groaned as his long fingers held the fabric of my panties aside so he could torture me further. I swear, it was like he and Rafe were keeping a scoreboard of my orgasms or something... like Jordan instinctively knew Rafe had gotten two from me earlier and he needed to match that.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining. Not in the least.

It took me almost no time at all to crash into another intense climax, and Jordan used the distraction to leave his own mark on my other thigh. He didn't use his teeth like Rafe had, but the purple hickey he left would probably take just as long to fade.

It was strangely perfect for the two of them. Different methods, same result. Except Jordan and Rafe were marked on my heart so much more permanently than those bruises.

The second my legs stopped shaking enough to safely hold me, I scrambled out of his hold and turned the tables. Rafe had left me wanting earlier, so there was no freaking way I was letting Jordan walk back into that party unfinished.

"Violet, you don't have to—" he started saying, then cut off with a sharp inhale when I took him fully into my mouth.

I sure as fuck didn't have to, but I wanted to more than I could put into words. Not that I could speak at the present.

Jordan's head dropped back as I sucked him as deep into my mouth as I could, then ran my tongue over his silky hardness before licking across the slit at the end. His taste mixed with mine had me groaning, and as he grew harder, I moved my mouth faster, hands coming up to play with his balls... because why the fuck not?

"Vi, baby, if you don't want me coming in your mou—"

He didn't get to finish. I scraped my teeth over him and cupped his balls at the same time, and he jerked in my mouth, coming hard. After swallowing every last drop, I licked him all over from root to tip.

"Jesus, fucking, Christ," Jordan managed to choke out. "Where did you learn to do that?" He paused. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't want to know, I don't care, I'm just fucking lucky to have you."

A burst of laughter left me as he helped me up, then the pair of us straightening our clothes to a somewhat respectable appearance. "Let's just say, it's certainly different when you're in love with—"

I paused at the scuff of a rock nearby. Was that…?

Jordan grunted as a shadow swung toward him in the near darkness, striking him hard in the temple. As he crumpled and before I could react, strong hands latched onto my arms and hauled me away.





Chapter 30





My screams echoed along the corridor, and it wasn't because I was afraid. Nope, I was pissed right the fuck off. My attacker had my arms pinned expertly and managed to drag me about fifty yards through the darkness. My attention was torn between trying to free myself, and tracking where we were so I wouldn’t be lost when I got free. So far as I could tell, he’d taken me off the main path and through a series of smaller tunnels.

Twisting in his hold, I used every technique I knew to free myself, but... my assailant anticipated each move I was about to make. At that moment, I knew who had me.

Uriel.

Acting completely out of character, I threw myself to the side. I didn’t do what he’d always taught me and aim for his body. "I knew I fucking saw you tonight," I snarled, managing to get my arms and legs free. He grabbed a handful of my hair, but I was happy to lose those strands to get away.

"Always warned you about this," he said when I was on my feet facing him, a lock of blond grasped in his closed right fist.

"Yeah, yeah, always trying to cut my hair off like the sociopath that you are."

One of those creeps that killed and kept body parts. While I didn't know that for a fact, there was every chance Uriel had a hidden collection somewhere.

"I'm going to kill them, Violet," he said conversationally. And what the fuck did you know, he stuffed my hair in his pocket. "I'm going to kill them and make you watch. Then I'm going to tie you to my bed and torture you until you're as broken on the outside as you are inside."

Sick of his fucking monologuing, I attacked. Using the point of my heel as a weapon, I sliced it across his side, landing a decent hit. He’d let me, of course, so I'd come into his reach, but I'd known he would want that. As he grabbed for me, I latched onto his right hand and wrenched a finger to the side.

His sharp intake of breath was the only indication I'd hurt him, and the slam of his fist into my chest was the result because I'd had to drop my guard to get both attacks in.

As I hit the wall, I cushioned the blow as best I could and had no regrets. His finger was at least dislocated, if not broken. That was a significant injury to fight with; I just had to make sure I didn't end up with anything as debilitating.

"You can't beat me," he said, stalking toward me. As he got closer, I could see his face clearer. The darkness was almost completely encompassing, outside of a small light Uriel had attached to his collar. As it brought his face into focus, I was surprised by the gauntness in his features.

He looked exhausted. Weaker. He'd not escaped that attack on his compound with no consequences, that was for sure.

"What are you even doing here?" I asked, slipping away from the wall so I wasn't boxed in. "Shouldn't you be trying to take down the monarchy before they destroy the legacy you've been building?"

His snarl was animalistic, and that, more than his appearance, was telling about his current mental state. Gone was the cool, calm, and hyper-focused sensei, and in his place was someone who’d totally lost touch with reality.

"I can't do it without you," he bit out before launching into a roundoff flip that landed him right before me. He slammed a punch into my side, while I managed to smash two more into his chest. One landed solidly against his right ribs.

There might have been a crack, but I didn't get a chance to test that theory before a shout echoed from behind me. "Violet!" Jordan roared.

Uriel had taken me off the main path, no doubt so that he'd have no interruptions as he beat me into submission. Jordan had found me though.

I opened my mouth to shout, but a hand slammed over it, and I was pummeled back into the wall, rocks biting into my bare skin above the dress’s neckline. "Don't get your lover killed," Uriel whispered, his face right near mine as he held me. "Best to come with me now, and that way no one else will get hurt."

Just as he knew my fighting style, I knew his psychological warfare. He was trying to freak me out, wanted me to give in. But my boys could handle themselves, and now was my best chance to escape while he thought I was distracted by Jordan.

My power drive landed in the same rib I'd hit before in an uppercut of sorts, modified by the current angle he held me. There was a crack this time when my shot landed, and Uriel actually cried out. It was clear that he'd had no suspicion I was going to hit him. The old Violet wouldn't have. He'd been able to use friends and acquaintances against me, and I'd always complied.

That Violet had died long ago though, and this one would fight to the bitter end to save them—not by conceding, but by killing a motherfucker.

"Violet!" Jordan shouted, sounding closer.

"Over here," I hollered back.

Uriel straightened before falling into his favorite fight stance, the one that gave him the most movement and power to all four limbs. I dove out of the wall space I'd been in, heading for the opening that Jordan would have to use to get into this section of tunnel.

He'd be at my back, and together we could take this bastard down. Once and for all.

"You've hurt your last person, sensei," I spat. "I'm going to take great pleasure in destroying you."

Uriel showed no discomfort now, but I knew I'd hurt him.