“I’m hard as a rock, but not full of shit.” My fingers dust her untamed locks off her face. “I need to see you come again. You can call it torture ’cause I’m in a significant amount of pain, but let me touch you.”
It’s the last thing I should be doing. Wrong on so many levels. I’ll hate myself in fifteen minutes. Butfuck it. This memory will keep me happy in Hell.
Ducking my head, I draw her pert nipple into my mouth, jostling the bar with my tongue for incentive. She whimpers my name in response, so I lift my chin to soak in her reaction.
“A glutton for punishment,” she teases with a coquettish grin. “I could get used to that. Or”—she grips my aching balls—“give you a reason to take me over your knee and whip me into submission.”
Another kink unlocked. I want them all. Everything. Dreams. Desires. Wounds.
“You’re like one of those angel-demon hybrids, wreaking havoc no matter which side you choose.” I smile and pry her hand away, pinning both her wrists above her head. “No need for me to spank your ass tonight. What I want is right here. Your greedy cunt is begging for me.” With that, I slip my free hand into her shorts—no panties to contend with, which is a bold statement—reveling in how warm and soft and wet she is when I sweep my fingers through her folds.
“Why don’t you punish me with your cock, sailor?” she taunts with a shuddering breath.
I flick and swirl and plunge. “So fucking tight,” I murmur, losingmyself to her pouty lips and panting breaths and back bowing for more, images of doing exactly as she proposed flooding me. “Because when my cock finally sinks into your perfect pussy, there will be no turning back, Little Moon. I’ll stretch you so far; it will steal the breath from your lungs, and I’ll be there to stay until you have no recollection of what it felt like before I filled you up.”
I’m not sure what makes this okay—touching her, feeling her clamp down on my fingers. What makes this a rule that I’m willing to bend when I won’t break another? Maybe I still need a line. But in the wake of her erotic purrs, the sand is blowing everywhere, and that line is fucking faint.
“When,” she whispers in harmony with a wispy moan. “You screwed up and said when.”
Shit.She’s right, so I don’t answer with words. I swallow all the assurance and promises and claiming declarations I want to offer, remove my cum-coated fingers, and slide them between her luscious lips, thrusting them into her throat until she gags. But she acclimates, sucking and licking like a fucking pro.
“Jesus,” I hiss, aching to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock, and she arches a winning brow.
So, I withdraw my hand and capture her mouth before she can goad me anymore, resuming my massage on her clit with my thumb as I dip two fingers inside her. The taste of her glazes my tongue—a delicacy, as I predicted—provoking a growl to rumble from my chest. “You taste divine. So goddamn sweet.”
“I really do,” she boasts with a half-dazed giggle against my lips, her tongue darting out for more.
Fuck me. She’s a sexy little minx. I’m in trouble.
When I feel her crumbling, giving over to another quaking climax, I release her wrists and mouth to watch. So damn beautiful. I know defeat. If I don’t get killed for this, she’ll surely be my demise. As long as I’m not hers, I’d die a happy man.
“So good,” she warbles, nestling her nose into the crook of my neck as I clean my fingers and memorize her flavor.
She’s so sated that after a few minutes, her panting breaths even out, and she curls up in my arms. Her wild-berries-scented hair tickles my nose as the chiding thoughts begin to assault me.
What the hell did I do? I’ve made this whole situation exponentially worse. Her brothers have every right to kill me. KORT too. If the Noires flip out, KORT will never buy that this was casual. She’ll need to be claimed and tested. Otherwise, she’ll be treated as a loose end. Any choice will be snatched from us. And that’s not even touching the shit with Balzano. I can’t even begin to fathom how that will play into this. But I have no doubt it will.
That’s one way to deflate a hard-on.
Shimmying my arm out from under her, I press my lips to her forehead, cover her up, and roll off the bed to grab my phone from the nightstand and sneak into the en suite. Forty-six missed calls. That can’t be good. I flip the shower on full blast, along with the sink faucets, to muffle my voice, before I stow away in the toilet room, taking a seat on the closed lid with the door shut to dial Wells.
“It’s about fucking time,” he clips after the first ring. “Tell me you at least have her.”
“I do,” I admit, undecided how to share the rest.
“I’ve got you on speaker. Liam is with me. Start filling us in, Ty. Whatever the hell is happening, we’ve got you. But I can’t fix problems if I don’t know what they are.” He’s said that to all of us before. The dad of our group.
He’s never allowed his traumatic past to rule him. I don’t know what his secret is, but he always shows up for us. Which is why it kills me to let him down.
But I also rely on him. Wells and the guys hold me together. So, it all comes tumbling out. “I don’t know what the right thing to do is, Chief. I’m losing my damn mind. And fucking everything up. No matter what, I fail her. If I walk away like I should, she’ll think I’m a creep or an asshole. Rightfully so. And if I don’t, KORT will put her through hell.”
“Yes,” he answers in that calm, assured way of his, “they will.Especially because of who she is. There’s no way around it and not much Ivy or I can do. Not without making it worse because they’d suspect favoritism. But if there’s something between you and Rena, which it sounds like there is, wouldn’t it be hell for both of you if you walked away? I couldn’t have left Ivy. And Liam couldn’t stay away from Celeste.”
“I tried,” Liam interjects. “I’ve been where you are, man. If the Noire princess has her hooks in you, you’re at her fucking mercy.”
A small grin twitches on my mouth because I know Celeste made Liam work for it, but I can’t hold on to that. “So my choice is which way to fail her. Anything I do hurts her.” I pause there, gathering my racing thoughts. “Maybe I should take her and run.”
“If you run, we all run,” Liam declares.
