Six managed to roll to one side as the arm holding him up all but collapsed. He laid on his side beside her, weakly pulling her towards him. He buried his nose in her hair, drinking in the scent of her, sweat, and sex. It was a marvelous combination. If he'd had the energy, it would've prompted him to straddle her again and begin the crazed ride all over again.

As he lie there beside her, he felt relaxed, mellow. Rex was probably getting into trouble, God only knew where Xavier was, and Six couldn't be bothered about any of it.

He ran his fingers over one of the bite marks he'd left on her. He barely remembered making them. He'd never been that wild and out-of-control before.