Savage Savior (Savage People 3)

“Your cuts are nasty. You’ll need a lot of rest, but at least you won.”

“I won?” I asked, my eyes still closed. They were too heavy for me to physically open them. Probably the morphine. The doctor confirmed with a mmm-mmm.

“Knocked him out after he tried to choke you. Which is illegal in fights, even underground fights. You won by knockout in the second round, and Graham is about to kill someone because of the razor blade.”

The last thing I told the doctor before I fell asleep was, “Tell him to wait. I’ll kill the bastard myself.”

I didn’t want to face Cole after what happened because a part of me truly believed that it was all my fault. That I dragged the Savages and Dahl into all this mess. I was embarrassed and angry with myself all at the same time, but nothing felt as sharp and desperate as my need to comfort him and tend to him.

Cole.

We’d been together for so little time, our relationship built on sexual attraction and cat and mouse chases I thought were both adorable and juvenile. I didn’t expect to care so much. I didn’t expect to love so much. The feelings I had for him were unexpected and, yes, unwanted. He walked into my world and turned it upside down. I no longer wanted to move away to a different state. I no longer wanted to enroll into a college and study a subject I wasn’t even passionate about. I knew exactly what I was passionate about.

Him. Only him.

It was so small to admit it. So desperate and girly. But it was the truth. I didn’t care what I’d do for a living as long as I was around this man, the man who chased my monsters away.

Like now, when I was sitting beside his bed at his apartment, on the floor, holding his hand and stroking his hair. His eyes were closed, and his expression was so peaceful that I knew he wasn’t hurting anymore. The cuts Stefano managed were fairly shallow after all, and other than the painkillers, Cole was doing well. So well, in fact, that he was eager to go back to training next week. I tried to talk him out of it, but he wouldn’t listen.

His eyes fluttered open, and I leaned forward, kissing his temple.

“Jade,” he said, his voice hoarse with sleep. “You’re breathing on my face, and it’s annoying the fuck out of me. Can you go get me a drink of water?”

I brought a water bottle to his lips and helped him take a cautious sip with a smile on my face, examining his handsome features. He really was my own personal Khal Drogo. I was the moon of his life, his sun and his stars, and he was my…savage beast, I guess.

“Can you do me another favor?”

“Yes.”

“Suck my cock. Hard.”

“What?”

“Yes,” he said, his eyes completely open now. “Suck it. I need to unwind before Graham gets here. He is going to be here tonight, and I need to release some of the tension for what I’m about to ask him.”

I rolled on top of him and pressed my lips to his khakis. I could smell his cock through the fabric of his clothes. I could feel the hotness of his long shaft through his zipper. Even though Cole’s scent was generally musky and male, his cock had a twinge of something sweet. Every girl who loves sucking cock would know what I was talking about. It almost smelled like cotton candy that sat in the sun a bit too long. I absolutely loved that smell. I unzipped him and took his hard cock in my hand, licking my lips as I admired it. I wouldn’t ever get enough of sucking him off.

“What are you going to ask him?” I asked. He patted my head.

“Suck, and I’ll tell you.”

I started sucking his dick, in and out, in and out, feeling it twitching in my mouth, feeling it hitting the back of my throat again and again. When his shaft thickened even more a

nd I knew he was going to come inside my mouth, he said, “I’m going to ask him if I can kill your ex-boyfriend.”

I still didn’t want Cole responsible for killing anyone, but I recognized that he needed to do it. For me. For him. For us. I swallowed his release and kissed his juicy cock in response, replying in a small voice, “Thank you.”

I knew Stefano was a sick bastard, but I never expected this.

“What the feck is he watching?” Carter groaned from beside me. Both our backs were pressed against the brownstone of Stefano’s apartment building, and we had a good view of him through his glass window. He was sitting in his living room, all by himself, eating pasta and watching The Kardashians. Even though Carter wore a ski mask, just like I did, I could still see his face twisting in anger mixed with confusion.

“You don’t wanna know, my Irish friend. You don’t wanna know.” I tapped his shoulder. He groaned, took out his silencer, and screwed it into his gun.

“Just in case.” He squatted down to the ground, hiding behind a thick bush from the view, and I did the same. “If it doesn’t work the way you want it to.”

“It’s going to work just fine. I’m going to kill him with my bare hands,” I said, giving Carter a serious look. The only thing we were waiting for was for fucking Stefano to turn off the lights. It was already one in the morning and no one else in his building was up. We had time to kill, but it was fine, since I hadn’t had a one-on-one with Carter in a long time. I’d missed my friend, but not enough from taking a break from Jade’s pussy and take him out for a drink.

“How’s Quinn?” I asked Carter, and he looked away, as if I could see him blush through his mask. He was so stupid for that girl; it was almost endearing. They were so different a part of me wished they would hook up just so I could see how this shit unfolded.