He softly kisses my thigh as he flattens his hand on the inside of my knee, so I’m bared to him. Kane has always been able to make me feel worshipped. Now isn’t any different as he trails the tip of his tongue up my inner thigh to my clit without giving me enough friction to really feel him.
I slowly rock my hips, searching for more as I steal a glance at him. He lightly snips my thigh with his teeth before reprimanding me. “Look at the sky.”
“I’ve missed you, baby.” I comb my fingers through his hair. “My Kane.”
“Only yours,” he agrees, kissing up my thigh then sucking the skin between his teeth to leave a mark. He rests his forearm on my lower stomach to circle my clit with two fingers, slowly mimicking the slow pattern around my entrance with his tongue.
“Kane,” I moan, trying to free my leg to lift my hips.
He applies more pressure, roughly thrusting his tongue into me. His fingers speed up as I look down to those soft pale green eyes. They’re not back to being the exact same as the ones from my memory, but they’re closer as he moans into me.
Fuck, why do I love the sound of him moaning for me?
My fingers tighten in his hair, twisting the strands as I ask, “Is this for you or me?”
“Me.” He smirks. “I love the way your cunt tastes. Now, shut the fuck up, watch the stars, and let me eat.”
I lightly push the tip of the knife into his skin, making a small line as I say, “Wrong answer. I own you, so be a good boy. Make me come.”
“Yes, wife,” he groans.
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KANE
Our wounds are slowly bleeding into each other as the sting on my shoulders subsides. The knife is on the fur rug beside me, my fingers itching to snatch it up, but it made Delilah happy so I can’t take it away. She’s so peaceful as she lays on my chest with a small smile on her sleeping face. The day’s up though. I have to find what Rowan is afraid of, so I press my lips to her fuzzy head then gently lay her in the middle of the room.
There isn’t anything to leave a note in case she wakes up before I come back. I don’t want her to think I’ve left her, so I nick the tip of my finger with the knife, using the bloody digit to write on the domed glass.
Wait here for me, koukla mou.
I quietly climb down the ladder to the kitchen where I hid my phone in the bottom of the foam cooler. There wasn’t enough time to carve out a space for the power bank. I don’t know how long it will take me to find the Vartanov person, but I can’t stop myself from going into the album full of my beautiful boy as I walk out of the cabin.
I sit at the side of the house, hidden from view if Delilah wakes up, as I stare at the rectangle slowly filling up with snow. The patch is barely visible since the wind was blowing it level all night, but I know he’s there. His little giggles join in as the video plays.
“Kane, look at that one.” He points at a butterfly on the screen as he sits on my lap, holding my hand. I don’t recognize myself, but the joy on his face is my undoing as he shyly whispers, “Kid and Kane.”
“And the butterflies?” I ask him.
“Kid, Kane, and the butterflies.” He nods, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.
I pause, stopping myself from watching the other clips—notably, the last one he ever recorded. The cold air wraps around me as I stroke his face on the screen. “I miss you. It’s going to be over soon. You’ll come back as a butterfly, right? Just so I know you’re okay?”
There’s no response.
After all this fucking time, I still expect one.
Lennox must have removed the signal blocker because his message comes through with a timer until it auto-deletes.
Lennox:
Your friendship is a tie you were given for a reason. He can help you find who you’re looking for.
Niko.
The fuck does he have to do with shit?
I try to respond to my cryptic uncle but the thread is greyed out until it disappears in front of my eyes.
