Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
My cock strains against my jeans, aching to be freed. I withdraw my fingers, bring them to my mouth, and taste her. "Sweet as I remember."
She reaches down, unbuttoning my jeans, wrapping her fingers around me. "Big as I remember," she says with a wicked smile.
I groan as she strokes me, slow and deliberate. "Keep that up and this'll be over before it starts."
"Then don't wait," she whispers, hiking one leg around my hip.
I lift her, pressing her back against the silo. She wraps both legs around my waist as I position myself at her entrance. The head of my cock slides against her wetness, and we both gasp.
"Say my name," I demand, hovering at the edge of pushing in.
"Legion," she breathes.
"Again."
"Legion," louder this time.
I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself deep. "Fuck," I groan, the tight heat of her nearly undoin’ me. "So perfect. So fucking perfect around my cock."
She cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I begin to move, driving into her against the hard metal shell. Each thrust pushes a little sound from her throat, half-moan, half-sob.
"This what you needed?" I growl against her ear. "This what you've been missing? My cock filling you up while your fancy fiancé sleeps alone?"
"Yes," she gasps, meeting each thrust. "Only you. It's only ever been you."
I shift my angle, hitting deeper, and she throws her head back, nearly screaming. "That's it, princess. Let me hear you. Let everyone fucking hear you."
Her inner walls clench around me as she starts to come undone. "Legion, I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," I command, my rhythm relentless. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
She's moanin’ my name, over and over, her body tightening around me, trembling on the edge—then—light.
Everywhere.
Flashlight beams cut through the darkness, blinding us. The unmistakable sound of shotguns cocking echoes across the field.
"Get the fuck off my sister." Cash's voice, cold as steel.
Savannah screams as I'm ripped away from her, my body suddenly empty of her warmth. Rough hands grab my shoulders, yanking me backward. I stumble, still half-exposed, disoriented by the sudden light and separation.
"No!" Savannah shrieks, pulling her dress down. "Stop it! Cash, stop it!"
I can make out shapes now—Cash, Wyatt, and Marcus, their faces twisted with rage. Behind them, ranch hands with rifles and flashlights form a half-circle. A fucking firing squad.
"Savannah, come here. Now." Cash's voice leaves no room for argument.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" She tries to move toward me, but Wyatt blocks her path.
"You fucking animal," Marcus spits, advancing on me. "Couldn't stay away, could you?"
I try to speak, but something—someone—hits me from behind, driving me to my knees. The taste of dirt and blood fills my mouth.
"I warned you," Cash says, looming over me. "I fucking warned you to stay away."
A boot connects with my stomach, driving the air from my lungs. I double over, gasping. Through the ringing in my ears, I hear Savannah screaming, begging them to stop.
"Get her out of here," Cash orders.
"No! Legion!" Her voice is raw with panic. "Let me go! Let me GO!"
I try to stand, to reach her, but another blow lands on my back, sending me sprawling. The world tilts, goes fuzzy at the edges.
"You think you can just take what's ours?" Someone—Wyatt, I think—growls above me. "You think you're worthy of an Ashby?"
I spit blood onto the dirt. "She's not... property."
Wrong answer. A boot connects with my ribs, and I hear something crack. Pain explodes through my chest.
Through swollen eyes, I see Savannah fighting against Marcus and another man, kicking and clawing as they drag her toward a truck I hadn’t even noticed, I was so focused on this woman.
"Legion!" She's sobbing now. "Don't hurt him! Please don't hurt him!"
I try to call her name, but all that comes out is a wet cough. More hands on me now, pinning me down. I buck against them, finding strength in desperation, but there are too many.
Something hard and heavy connects with the back of my head—a rock, maybe, or a pistol butt. Stars explode behind my eyes.
The last thing I hear is Savannah screaming my name as darkness swallows me whole.
GET THE NEXT BOOK
They were caught at the silo at midnight.
Same place they've been hookin’ up for years.
Her family thought violence would be enough to end it.
They were wrong.
It only made the bond stronger.
Outlaw clubhouse.
Public claiming.
Loyalty test.
Church At Dawn.
BLOOD AND GRACE
Down on your knees—it’s time to choose sides.
FBI BOOK CLUB — SUNDAY SCIF-CHAT
Assignment: Dust and Flowers (Book of Legion #1) by JA Huss Transcript — CLASSIFIED
(it's not but Castillo insists)
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