Your Bloodline (Featherstone Academy Series Book 2)

by KC Kean

  Ducking under my arm she leads the way to the Gibbs Vault. Standing behind her as she swipes her keycard and the door opens, I’m stunned when all the weapons come into view.

  “What the fuck?” I whisper, my eyes trying to take it all in at once. Stepping further into the room I see the wall filled with blades too. “Holy shit this is an assassin’s wet dream, princess.” Finally bringing my gaze to hers, I find her staring at me expectantly.

  “How do you know that, baby?” she asks, curiosity in her tone but surprisingly no fear. Glancing around the vault I try to find my words. When I can’t think of anything to soften the blow I blurt it out.

  “Because that’s my family skill. Well, that and business, but my father … my father is an assassin.” My arms swing out to the side as I say it out loud to her, ready for the backlash, but all I get is silence. She stands looking at me with a new softness to her eyes, and the smallest dip of her lip.

  “I feel like you’re waiting for me to have a breakdown, to scream and shout at you,” she murmurs, not moving from where she stands as she takes me in.

  “I am.”

  “Is that what you want me to do, Roman?”

  Releasing a heavy sigh, I shake my head, “No. No, I don’t, Luna.”

  “Baby, do you need me to remind you what I did to Tyler? This is a very real game of survival. I’m never going to judge you for skills that are expected of you, just like I hope you don’t base your opinion of me on mine,” she breathes out, slowly walking towards me.

  When she gets close enough she slides her hands up my chest, bringing her body flush against mine.

  “I don’t want you to feel like you can’t tell me these things, Roman.” I nod in response, and I decide to rip the band aid off, remembering what Kai said the other day.

  “We have to survive The Games to live, but the result of surviving is a place in The Ring. Unless there is an older sibling, then things fall a little differently.” Wrapping my arms around her I watch her reaction, but again she’s not surprised.

  “Juliana told me back in New York, when Rafe wouldn’t. I understand that and I can deal with it, because Roman? I’m going to tear these motherfuckers down, every single one of them that thrive in the darkness. To do that, it’s best if I’m sitting at the top.” The determination is vivid in her eyes and pulsing in every word she says.

  “Whatever we have to do, princess. You know you have me, us.” She nods and smiles up at me, squeezing me lightly on the shoulders, before stepping back.

  “Good, now let’s get this shit done,” she says with a wink pulling the list out of her pocket. Laying it on the table in the middle of the room, she reads through it and starts scanning the rack.

  Joining her, I set the suitcases on the table too, opened and ready to be filled. We work quietly and comfortably down the list filling the cases up with a few of each weapon listed. From short blades, to handguns and assault rifles, this list can’t be confused for groceries that's for sure. We’re not far from being done, only a few more to search, when Luna breaks the silence.

  “Check us out making a good team, we’re getting this done quicker than I thought.” I smile at her words.

  “Damn right we make a good team, princess. I don’t know what you expected,” I say raising my eyebrows at her, which just makes her grin wider.

  “Well duh, I know. I’m just glad I’ll have enough time to get changed into a different outfit and refresh my make-up before we head out to meet the agent.”

  I stand and stare at her as my brain short circuits at her words.

  “What?” I ask, scrunching my face up in confusion.

  “Err, I said I’ll have enough time to get changed and freshen up my make-up. What’s wrong?” She’s just as confused with me as I am with her. She’s standing on the other side of the table, closer to the blades while I’m near the guns. I brace my hands on the table as I stare her down, and try to reign myself in.

  “Why the fuck do you need to get changed and touch up your make-up to see the agent, Luna?” I try to speak calmly, but it comes out as a growl. Her back goes up in defense instantly, her jaw tightening as she scowls at my tone.

  “Roman, I need to be prepared to approach the agent in any way possible. If that falls down to the clothes I’m wearing and the make-up on my face, then I need to be ready for that.” She’s failing at staying calm just as much as I am, her voice rising with every word.

  “No fucking way, princess,” I grunt, slamming my hand against the table, making the weapons rattles with the force. She fucking huffs at me as she shakes her head in irritation. Like I’m in the wrong.

  “I’ll do whatever I have to do Roman, it’s not up to you to decide,” she spits back as she turns to grab the next blade from the list, and storms over to put it in the case. Rushing around the table I pull her arm back as she goes to get the next item. Fuck that. This needs to be discussed.

  Trapping her between me and the table only makes her angrier, well fuck her.

  “What exactly is ‘whatever it takes’, Luna? Hmm?” I sneer, feeling the tightness around my eyes as I try to not bare my teeth at her.

  “Back off, Roman, if I have to show a little side boob and paint my lips red then I’ll do it. I’m not going to let them kill me because I didn’t complete my assignment,” she hisses through her teeth at me. A pale pink flush creeping up her neck.

  Fuck. A small part of me understands, and as much as I have a lot of control there are certain things I can’t intervene with. That doesn’t mean she gets to offer herself up to any guy to survive.

  “So when this agent catches a glimpse of you in your revealing clothes and red lips, only agreeing to your terms with a taste of your pussy. What are you going to do then?” I growl in her ear, and she scoffs back at me. “Would you use your sweet little body to get the agent to do what you desired?”

  “That’s not what I said, Rome,” she tries to push against my chest, and look me in the face, but I don’t budge.

  “No, princess. Consider me intrigued. Please, tell me what you would do if Special Agent Dominic Bridge said, ‘yes Miss Steele, whatever you wish, as long as I get a taste of your sweet sweet honey?’” Slipping my hand between us, I cup her core, not missing the slight moan she releases.

  “It won’t come to that,” she whimpers, trying to lean back, but I grip my other arm around her back.

  “But how do you know that? What if he takes one look at you and refuses to take no for an answer?” Lifting my hand from her denim clad heat, I run it under her t-shirt and grip around her ribs, just below her bare breasts. Fuck.

  “Then I’d kill him, or you would, whoever had the clearest shot first. I don’t want to use my body like that Roman, but we both know I need to use whatever advantages I can. If I have to lower my standards a minute to stay alive then I will.”

  Keeping my hand tightly gripping her rib, I bring the other around to tilt her chin back. Finally looking into her eyes, fire burns back at me.

  “You think I’m going to let you step in there, showing him what belongs to me?”

  “I’m not just yours, Roman, and I’m my own person first. Always,” she grits out, her hands fisting against my chest.

  “Clearly you need a reminder then.” Her deep red lips tease me. Wetting my lips, I drop my hold on her and march to the door, slamming it shut and whirling back around to face her.

  She hasn’t moved an inch, still standing exactly where I left her watching after me. Her eyes are blazing and her chest heaves with each breath she takes. Good. I want to affect her as much as she affects me.

  “Strip.”

  *****

  “Roman, I …”

  “I said, strip.”

  She can’t fucking lie to me. I can see the heat in her eyes mixed with the fire, and I’m done playing nice. I need to get this rage out of me, which is usually by sparring or sex, and I’m done with delayed gratification, so sex it is.

  Looking around the room ag
ain she eventually brings her eyes back to me, she can feel the sexual tension and my anger, and she wants it. The flair of her nostrils and her hands clenched at her sides, shows me how hard she’s trying to fight my order.

  Keeping her eyes trained on me, she turns her body towards the table. Lifting her combat boots up one at a time she unties the laces and kicks them off to the side. Turning her body towards me again, she unfastens the button on her jeans, and slowly slides them down her legs. I mean really, really slowly. My dick feels like it’s going to burst from watching her teasing alone.

  Stepping out of her jeans, she discards them without looking or caring where they go. I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy, not even a slight landing strip. Shit. I love it when my girl goes commando, but it still does little to calm my temper.

  She pauses looking at me, only her top left and I stand and wait her out.

  “Aren’t you going to strip too?” She throws out. Clearly I’m not the only one mad here.

  “Princess, this isn’t my punishment,” I smirk, and she lifts her eyebrow at me in surprise.

  “If you think sex is punishment, maybe I should be naughty more often,” she murmurs, but I don’t answer her. She’ll know the difference soon enough.

  Sighing with an eye roll, she crosses her hands over her body gripping the bottom of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head. There she is. My beautifully confident princess. Not afraid to stand in front of me with nothing covering her body.

  “On your knees,” I say, looking for the chair I spotted in the corner earlier. Not looking back, I grab it and turn to see she’s still standing. I can’t contain the huff that leaves my lips, but I don’t say anything as I carry it over to where she stands.

  Her eyes stay trained on mine as I brace my feet against the chair, undoing my combat boots just as she did. Not messing with my jeans like she did I just drop them down my legs and step out. I can feel the heat from her stare, both of us getting pleasure from this crazy foreplay we’ve got going on.

  Standing in front of her in my boxer shorts and black t-shirt, she raises her eyebrow at me, keen to see my next move. Sitting on the cheap metal folding chair I get comfortable right where I am. Leaning back a little, my erection is unmissable, the thick outline catching her attention.

  Her hands clench at her sides in frustration. She wants me, but she doesn’t want to do as I say. Deep down, really deep, a part of me loves this fight for power between us.

  Gripping my cock through the thin fabric, a small whimper passes her lips, and it takes all that I have not to show my grin.

  “We’ll try again, princess,” I grunt, “On. Your. Knees.”

  She still refuses to move but her eyes don’t move from between my legs. Deciding to give her more of a visual, I sneak my hand through the fly hole of my boxers and pull my dick free. She wets her lips as she continues to stare at my throbbing cock.

  Out of nowhere she slams to her knees in front of me. I worry that she hurt herself on the concrete floor, but she doesn’t even wince. Instead she finds the strength to look up into my eyes.

  “I can give you whatever control you need right now. I can let you punish me, but I’m warning you, don’t get used to it.” The fire burns brighter in her eyes with each word she says, making my cock pulse with excitement. I don’t answer her statement, or even nod, I continue where we’re at.

  Reaching out I wrap my fingers under her jaw, lifting her head back as my thumb pushes against the red paint on her lips.

  “This lipstick is for me, and only me. Don’t stand there and tell me you’re wearing it for another man, no matter the circumstances. Do you understand?” I growl deep, my eyes blazing with the rage I’m finally unleashing.

  She shakes her head frantically, ready to tell me she didn’t mean it like that, but it won’t change what I heard. She must see it in my eyes that it’s not enough, stopping her movement to offer a single strong nod instead.

  The grin that takes over my face is devilish, I know it.

  “Good, now paint me red, Luna,” I say, standing to my feet and feeding my cock to her mouth.

  She instantly opens wide, eager to taste me. Her tongue licks her lips, ready to smear the lipstick all over my cock. The second my tip touches her tongue I hiss at the contact, her hands resting against my thighs as she encourages more of me into her mouth.

  I let her take me slowly at first, dragging her lips against every inch of me. A slight pink tinge rubs off in a few spots, but it’s not enough. Raking my fingers through her bun I release the hair tie, only to have another one underneath holding it in a ponytail. Perfect.

  Wrapping my hand around her hair tight, I pull her head back to make her look up at me. Damn. Her puffy lips around my cock with her pretty green eyes wide with pleasure, could make me cum from the sight alone. I hold her head in place, and she must see the question in my eyes as she releases me to murmur.

  “Please.”

  Feeding myself back into her mouth, I don’t pause, instead thrusting all the way in. She hums around my length which only adds to the pleasure. Slipping out, I push straight back in making her deep throat my cock. The moan she gives only adds to my pleasure. Not relenting I go again and again, fucking her mouth with a fraction of the anger I feel. Her hands run up the back of my thighs forcing me deeper, enough to make her eyes water, but she doesn’t pause.

  Scraping her teeth against my cock I hiss in pleasure. Fuck me. My girl always likes to give me the illusion I’m in charge, but I’m not going to argue because I want her to do it again.

  She tightens her grip on my thighs, holding me at the back of her throat for a moment, trying to test her own limits. My girl is always full of surprises. Swallowing around me, I nearly cum on the spot. Slowly pulling myself from her lips, nothing coats them anymore. Instead my cock has deep red smears marking it from root to tip, claiming me.

  Pulling the back of my t-shirt up I take it off and drop it to the ground, my boxer shorts swiftly following it. Her eyes burning trails all over my skin, as she licks her lips.

  “On your feet,” I grunt, and she does as I ask the first time for a change. “Hands on the table.”

  “The rumble in your voice when you bark out these orders, only makes me wetter you know,” she taunts, doing exactly as I commanded. I grin at her words, but I don’t respond, not wanting to get off track.

  “Now spread your legs, princess. Nice and wide.”

  Just like that she’s on full display for me. Her fingers are spread wide on the table, her hair falling down her back, barely contained by the hair tie holding it together. The curve of her spine leading down to the globes of her ass sitting perfectly in the air for me. The strain in her calves and the tremble of her thighs only makes this sweeter.

  Standing right behind her, I nestle my cock between her ass cheeks, and she pushes back with a moan. I shove the cases to the sides, giving us more space without knocking them off. Without warning I bring my hand down and smack my palm against the side of her left ass cheek. She jolts with the action but doesn’t cry out in pain like I expect. Instead, her hands clench on the table as she pushes back for more.

  Repeating the motion to her right side, she moans in pleasure this time. Stroking against the pink flesh, I repeat the motion again as she whimpers beneath me.

  “Fuck, baby. Please,” she cries, wanting more. That’s my girl.

  “You don’t deserve my mouth on you this time, princess. I’ll only devour you like that when you’ve earned it. I’m not impressed that your decisions came to this, because eating your pussy is my favorite pastime.” I squeeze her hips tight, before stepping away to retrieve a condom from my wallet.

  She doesn’t utter a single word, but she tracks my movements from over her shoulder. Looking at what's in my hand she shakes her head.

  “I’m on the shot, Roman. I’ve taken the others without condoms, I think it’s about time you claimed me for real,” she murmurs huskily, and I can’t help but growl at the th
ought.

  Fuck, I want that. I’ve never wanted that, but I do right now, with my Luna.

  Tossing the condom to the floor, I step back into her space, pulling her hair to bring her body upright to mine so I can taste her lips. She lets my tongue explore her mouth from the awkward angle we’re at, but my hips are pushing hers into the table so she can’t turn.

  “You’re going to feel my true anger now, princess. You ready?” I ask against her lips, with her hair still tight around my fist and she attempts to nod. “Very well.”

  Pushing her back down to the table, I grip the back of her throat, holding her in place as I slowly enter her bare.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  Sliding all the way in I have to give myself a minute. No wonder she didn’t complain at the no foreplay, because my girl is already dripping wet. The moan that passes her lips stretches out between us, for what feels like forever.

  Bringing my hands to her hips I hold on tight as I slowly pull out and thrust back in. Hard. Her body drags against the table, as her hands try to hold her up.

  “More, baby. I need more,” she groans out.

  Never one to disappoint, I pull out and ram back in again and again, the brutal grip on her hips leaving fingerprints already. She tries to lift herself up again, so I let go of her hips and grip her wrists behind her back in one hand. The other coming down again and colliding with her already pink cheeks, as I slam into her.

  Sweat glistens down her spine as her skin heats with the sexual need coursing through her veins. I continue to pound into her scorching core as her legs begin to tremble.

  I want her to see my face when she orgasms.

  Pulling her upright, I spin her in my arms and lift her up in the air, her legs wrapping around my waist. I go to move us closer to the wall, but her lips crash down on mine and I can’t do both. Devouring her mouth, with my hands gripping her thighs I get lost in her. The feel of her fingers running through my hair and her nipples rubbing against my chest, only adding to the release I need.