“Fuck, I could cum from just feeling you like this.” He says inching the tip in with a growl.
“Take me, Sloan. I need to feel you.”
His hands slide up into my hair as he twists my neck back to crush his lips to mine.
“Goddamn, you’re so fucking perfect for me, Skye. You make me so hard that I can hardly control myself with this need to be in you.” He slides in another torturous inch. I try to wiggle my hips back, but he pulls at my hair, making my scalp burn. “Don’t you fucking dare, you greedy girl. You’ll get this cock when I say you do. I had to wait so long for you, so now you’ll wait for me.” He lets go of my hair and feels all the way down my body to where my clit is, rubbing it in a lazy circle. It sends an explosion of pleasure throughout my body, and I ache with the need to feel all of him.
“Tell me how much you want this, Skye. How much do you need to feel me.”
“I want you. I need your cock, Sloan please.” I beg, pussy dripping around him pooling a spot of wetness beneath us. My thighs tremble as I wait for him to give me exactly what I crave.
I can see Graham and Lukas sleeping soundly from my position.
“I fucking love hearing you say my name like that. Begging for me after all this time. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To be able to hold you like you’re mine? Fucking take what’s yours, baby.”
Sloan buries himself inside me up to the hilt in one hard claiming thrust. I gasp, my eyes rolling back in my head as I adjust to his length. He lets go of my clit and holds my shoulder to serve as an anchor while he fucks my needy pussy. I work myself back on his length feeling his balls tighten with every thrust. He’s so close already. It takes everything inside me not to loudly moan from how good he feels. I bite into my lip to stop myself from crying out in pleasure. He moves torturously slow so I can feel every ridge of his cock as he enters me. Our bodies move in tandem, his hips undulating into me as he moves his hand to grab my plush hips hard enough to bruise. He lifts my leg, getting even deeper into me and hitting that perfect spot with his girth. I can feel my wetness sliding down my ass, our combined arousal soaking the sheets beneath us even more.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He growls into my ear, his arm hooking around the back of my knee as he spreads me wide, impaling me with his cock. He picks up his pace, the sound of our bodies slapping together fill the room. It’s rough and dirty, and just what I need. His hand slips around my front and finds my breast as he squeezes, burying his stubble lined cheek into my neck.
“That’s my dirty fucking slut. Taking me so fucking well.” His fingers find my nipple and I feel him twist it between them, making my back arch as I let out a gasp. I clench down around him, feeling how deliciously thick he is.
I see Graham begin to stir, but then my eyes find Lukas staring right at us. His eyes are alight with hunger as he watches Sloan slam in and out of me. I see him take his cock out and begin to stroke it as he watches his friend rail me. Having his eyes on me spurs on my pleasure, spiraling me right into an orgasm as I squeeze Sloan’s cock. I feel him shudder, painting my insides with his hot come.
The sight sends Lukas over the edge, his release hitting him on his bare tattooed stomach. I have the urge to go and lick it off him, but Graham beats me to it.
“Fuck.” Lukas says, gripping him as Graham trails his tongue up his come covered skin.
“As much as I’d like to continue this party, we need to clean up and see what we can do about the missing souls and hellhounds.”
They grumble, knowing I’m right. We start towards the showers, needing to clean off the muck from last night. I was far too tired to stay standing, and now I regret it. I make a mental note to change the sheets on top of everything else. I check my phone on the way down and notice there’s an unread text message from Madame LeRoux.
I halt mid-step, making Graham smack right into my back. “Ugh. Skye, what the fuck?” He says, his accent sounding even thicker with his lack of sleep. He grabs onto my wide hips and moves me out of his way so he can continue to the bathroom. My eyes flick quickly over the text, reading it twice.
“We need to meet Madame LeRoux in twenty minutes.” I say, feeling reality pop the little bubble of happiness we’d created. My shoulders drop, knowing we’re in for a rough day.
“Fine, but it’s still enough time for a shower.” Graham says, in full grump mode. I hope she will have answers for us, because otherwise, I don’t know what we’ll do.
CHAPTER12
Chapter Twelve
SALEM
SONG: SECRETS AND LIES BY RUELLE
“Well get on with it already. Who is she?” My patience is about ready to snap. My whole life has been a lie, the least he can do is fill me in on what’s true.
“Don’t you think we should go somewhere more private for this conversation, my love?” Persephone asks, taking my father’s hand in her claws.
“We can talk about it right now.” I say, folding my arms over my chest. I might feel empty of any power right now, but my sass has never failed me. I see a flicker of displeasure cross Persephone’s face, but she swallows it just as quickly as it appeared. Hades sighs, assessing me.
“You have your mother’s stubbornness, and my determination I see. Well…” He rubs his jaw. “Our daughter, your sister, is at Kildale. I believe you know her. Skye Dannon. We left her in the care of a mortal, and she found her way closer to home, near the portal at Kildale. Her dormant powers have begun to awaken being near to her family. Just as yours did.”
My mouth drops as the words echo in my head. Skye is my sister?
I think back to our instant connection. Our fast friendship. Feeling like I’ve known her my whole life. Our proclivity for being with multiple men that worship us. My eyes fall on Persephone, and I know that the niggling familiar feeling I felt when I saw her is because she looks like an older version of my best friend. My sister, I correct myself in my head.
“Does she know?” They look at each other, guilt radiating off them both. “So that’s a no. We’re just a family filled with secrets, then.” I feel Walker’s hand on my lower back, not noticing that I had begun to sway on my feet. He’s always there to steady me and my heart squeezes at the thought of having all my boys together again. His touch centers me, reminding me that I’m strong, powers or no powers.
