30. Jeremiah

Chapter 30

Jeremiah

T he scent of wet earth and decay fills my nostrils as we walk through the cemetery.

Oakley's hand is warm in mine, her fingers laced tight with my own. I glance down at her, taking in the flush of her cheeks.

We weave through the tombstones until I find one sturdy enough to support us both. My thigh protests with every step, but I ignore it, more focused on the pulse quickening beneath Oakley's pale skin. I guide her to sit on the cold stone, my hand firm on her shoulder, possessive. She flinches but doesn't resist.

"Cover your mouth," I order, leaning close. Her crystal blue eyes widen, catching the moonlight.

"Jeremiah, why—" she starts, but I cut her off.

"Don't argue. Do it." My voice is low, commanding. It sends a shiver down her spine that I can practically feel.

The marble angels are now the specters to what I'm going to do to little Oakley Ashford here in this old graveyard.

"Cover your mouth, bunny," I whisper harshly, my breath hot on her neck. "We can't have you screaming out here and waking the dead."

She hesitates for a heartbeat before raising her hand to her lips, her delicate fingers trembling slightly. Satisfaction unfurls in my chest at her obedience. I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest; hear the shallow breaths she's trying to control. It's intoxicating.

"Good girl," I murmur, my own breath hot against her ear.

Her eyes lock onto mine, filled with trepidation and something that mirrors my own obsession. My hand moves to her jaw, thumb brushing over her soft skin, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath.

But it's a lie. A tease. I want her noises raw and untamed, a symphony for the dead and the living hidden in the dark. I grab her wrist, pull her hand away, and press my body harder against hers. "Actually, forget it. Let them all hear. Let them know who you belong to."

"Jeremiah…" she breathes, a tremor in her voice that tells me she's riding the same precarious edge I am.

"Say it louder, Oakley," I growl, each word laced with possessiveness—the kind that speaks of something primal and inviolable. "I want the ghosts to envy me."

Cupping her face, I tilt it up so I can gaze into eyes as blue as the sky on a clear summer day. "Who do you belong to, Oakley?" My thumb traces the fullness of her lower lip, teasing and promising. "Tell me, and I'll give you exactly what you need."

A faint whimper sounds from behind her hand. I can see the struggle in her expression, the way she wars between proprietary and the aching need coursing through her veins. Just as I'm about to repeat my demand, she gives me what I want, what I crave .

"You," she breathes, eyes shining with emotion. "I belong to you, Jeremiah."

Triumph surges through me at her admission. I crush my mouth to hers in a searing kiss, all teeth and tongue as I claim what is mine. Oakley melts against me with a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair to keep me close.

We're both panting when the kiss breaks, our breaths mingling in the space between us. I trail my lips along her jaw and down the pale column of her throat, nipping and sucking hard enough to leave marks.

My hands roam freely over her body, greedy and possessive, mapping every dip and swell through the thin fabric of her skirt. She arches into my touch, silently begging for more, and I'm all too happy to oblige.

My hands grip her hips and tug, settling her on the edge of the gravestone. Her skirt rides up further to pool around her waist, baring her to my hungry gaze. I lick my lips as I take in the sight of her, beautiful and wanting and all for me. She's wearing a scrap of pale blue lace that could barely be considered underwear and the sight of it has my mouth going dry.

"Christ," I growl, dragging my knuckles up the soft skin of her inner thighs. She shivers beneath me, her lips parting on a soft whimper. "You're fucking killing me here."

"Please," Oakley whimpers, squirming under my intense stare. Her hips rock forward in a silent plea, seeking the friction she so desperately craves.

I grin, sharp and feral, at her pleading. "Don't worry, baby. I'll give you exactly what you need."

And with that promise lingering in the air between us, I sink to my knees before her.

I bury my face between her thighs, breathing the scent of her deeply. Before ripping her panties at the seam. Oakley cries out at the first swipe of my tongue through her slick folds, her fingers tightening against my scalp. I groan at the taste of her, sweet and tangy and exhilarating, lapping at her with broad strokes of my tongue.

Her hips buck against my mouth as I zero in on her clit, flicking and swirling my tongue over the sensitive nub. We've done this so many times now, I know exactly which moves get her there the quickest and I'm nothing if not a gentleman that makes sure my girl comes. Well, as long as I okay it. "Jeremiah!" Oakley keens, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I wrap my arms around them to hold her in place, feasting on her as she comes undone for me.

"Gotta get you nice and wet for me baby otherwise it's gonna hurt. You know I don't wanna hurt my pretty pussy. You can come now."

I plunge two fingers into her clenching heat and crook them, searching for and finding that spot inside her. Oakley shatters with a strangled shout, her inner walls clamping down on my fingers in rhythmic pulses.

I lick her through the aftershocks, gentling my touch as she comes down from her high. Only when Oakley relaxes bonelessly against the gravestone do I withdraw, licking my fingers clean again with a satisfied hum. I sink my teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh, marking her.

"You're not done yet," I warn her, standing to shed my pants. I set my gun on top of the tombstone next to us as my dick springs free as I shove my clothes down, hard and aching for her.

Oakley's eyes widen at the sight, but she makes no move to flee. Instead, she reaches for me, her touch reverent as she wraps her fingers around my length. I hiss in pleasure, thrusting into her grip, but that's not where I need to be .

"Flip over, baby," I command. Oakley obeys without question, presenting herself to me in offering. I kick her feet apart wider with my sneakers. The sight of her bare and bent for me, has lust searing through my veins.

I palm her ass, squeezing the firm globes and parting them to reveal her slick entrance. Still glistening from my mouth, her hole flutters at the brush of my thumb and I groan.

"You're so wet for me," I praise, lining myself up. I slide into her welcoming body with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

Oakley cries out, trembling around me, and it's all I can do not to come right then. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, holding us both still as I regain control.

When I'm no longer in danger of coming too soon, I start to move. Long, deep strokes that have Oakley mewling beneath me, her fingers clawing at the dirt, unable to reach with her short ass arms. Helluva time for my girl to be a short stack. I drive into her again and again, chasing my own pleasure as I claim what is mine.

A twig snaps in the distance.

Oakley tenses, her muscles clamping down around me. She tries to twist away, but I hold her in place, grunting as I sink into her clutching heat.

"Shh, it's nothing," I soothe, running a hand down her spine. My thrusts don't falter for even a second. "Just relax. Let them watch. My gun is right there baby, ain't no one stupid enough to come over here. Not man or bear."

The thought of prying eyes on us, witnessing this raw and primal claiming, has pleasure coiling tighter in my gut. I fuck into Oakley harder, needing to mark her as mine in a way that can't be mistaken.

"You're mine," I growl, fingers digging into her hips so hard she will have bruises before we even leave this cemetery. "Say it."

When Oakley doesn't respond quickly enough, I slap her ass, squeezing the reddened flesh. "Say it," I demand.

"Yours," Oakley gasps out, trembling beneath me. "I'm yours, Jeremiah."

Satisfaction and greediness surge through me at her words. I groan, burying myself to the hilt and spilling inside her with sharp, erratic thrusts. The sounds of our harsh breathing and the slick slide of her cunt around my cock echo in the air, underscored by the occasional snap of a branch as the wildlife flits in and out of the area.

The danger of discovery and the thrill of exposure heighten every sensation, my release seeming to go on and on. By the time I'm spent, Oakley is limp beneath me, held up only by my grip on her hips.

I ease out of her with a groan, watching in satisfaction as my cum trickles down the inside of her thigh. The primal, possessive part of me thrills at the sight, content in the knowledge that I've left my mark on her in a way that can't be erased. She is mine, now and forever. No one will have her the way I have.

"Get up and stop showing my pussy to anyone else," I say, already pulling up my pants. I tuck myself away, glancing over to find Oakley still motionless.

Irritation flickers. I snap my fingers sharply. "Now, Oakley."

I know I'm being a fucking dick, but I'm starting to spiral about all the fucking shit going on in my life.

Oakley and her fucking stalker and her goddamn rapist.

Linc, the team, his fucking charges.

Royce and where the fuck did he disappear to ?

I don't have everything under control and while I enjoyed the thought of someone seeing her under me, I can't fucking stand the thought of them actually seeing any part of her that only my eyes have seen.

She's staring at me, seeing right through me and seeing all the things swirling in my head as she steps until she's toe to toe with me. Her head barely coming to my collarbone.

Her fingers clutch at my shirt. "I'm yours, Jeremiah. Always." There's a vulnerability in her gaze that tugs at something deep within me. "I could never belong to anyone else."

I press my forehead to hers, "Fuck, I love you so goddamn much."

"I love you more, pretty boy."

"This is only the beginning," I murmur, my voice rough with emotion. "I'll never be satisfied, never be full of you. You'll be the death of me, Oakley Ashford."

A small, tremulous smile tugs at her lips. "I won't. I just want you. The boy I knew and the man you are now. My protector."

I crush her to me, one hand fisting in her hair to angle her mouth against mine as I bend down. Our kiss is desperate, hungry, a clash of teeth and tongues. I plunder her mouth, savoring her taste, her whimpers of need.

Oakley clings to me, her nails scoring lines down my back that only fuel me on. I grind against her, my half-hard cock meeting the softness of her body once again. She gasps into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, consumed by an insatiable hunger.

"Again," I growl when we part for air, my hands roaming over her curves. "I need you again. Need to be inside you, buried so deep you'll never forget who you belong to. "

"Yes," Oakley breathes, her eyes dark with want. "God, yes, Rem. Take me, I'm yours."

A feral sound rumbles from my chest as I back her up against the brick wall of the mausoleum behind us, pulling the cotton fabric down just enough for my cock to slip out. I hike up her skirt without preamble, bunching the fabric around her waist. She's still slick and swollen from moments ago and the sight has me throbbing and now I'm fucking completely hard again.

"So fucking perfect," I grate out, lining myself up and sinking into her with one hard thrust. We both groan, her inner walls fluttering around me in a velvet vise.

I set a punishing pace, driving into her again and again as her cries make a melody for me. My name falls from her lips in a breathless litany, each cry only fueling me further. I tilt my hips, changing the angle until I'm hitting that one spot inside her that has her keening.

"That's it," I growl against the curve of her neck. "Let me hear how good I make you feel. Let me know exactly who this sweet cunt belongs to."

My release coils low in my gut, building with every slick thrust into her welcoming depths. I tear my mouth from Oakley's, baring my teeth against the fragile skin of her throat.

"You're gonna have my babies. All this practice we have, I'm gonna make sure I knock you up soon," I demand, my voice wrecked with pleasure and need. "I want to feel you come all over my cock. My dick is only ever gonna find home in you. You fucking own me bunny."

Oakley's back bows, her inner walls fluttering and clenching around me. I grit my teeth, fighting against my own peak as she shatters apart with a broken cry. Only when her shudders begin to ease do I allow myself to follow, burying myself to the hilt as I come inside her for the second time tonight.

Fuck, my thigh is killing me, and this definitely isn't what Doc meant by taking it fucking easy, but this was worth it.

She's worth it. She's worth everything.

I pull back enough to meet her gaze, struck again by how beautiful she is at this moment. "Come on," I murmur, brushing a stray curl back from her face. "Let's get back to the house before the ghosts come up and bite your ass cheek."

"Jeremiah Robert Blackwood!" She screeches as me, and all I can do is fucking grin.