I decide to make that metaphor a more physical effort. Sliding my fingers from her still pulsing sex, I lock eyes with her.
“Kneel over my face,” I order.
She does as she is told, because in this erotic haze she is as submissive as anybody could be. I clasp her hip with one hand. I draw her down to my mouth. I begin to feast.
On and on it goes, orgasm after orgasm. She braces her hands against the wall above me and she dances her pussy over my tongue. From time to time she moves out of range, but a quick slap to her ass brings her back down where I want her.
For the next hour, she writhes, panting, begging for mercy that I will not show her. I want to see her climax again. I want to feel her wriggle and buck, and I want to see pleasure written across her face, pleasure so intense it verges on pain and becomes something uncontrollably transcendent.
I eventually show her a small mercy and allow her to lie back down, but the plundering of her pussy is by no means over. I return to my original instruments, my agile and merciless fingers.
Ella gives me all of that, and more. She whispers my name, then screams it. She arches her back and grinds her pussy against my fingers, and when I wring another orgasm from her, she pulls away only to come right back because she wants this as badly as I want to give it to her.
“My god,” she says, panting. “I am so glad Luke didn’t kill you.”
Then she falls asleep with my fingers still betwixt her thighs, her juices warm, her thighs softening as she releases all the tension I have repeatedly built.
I fall asleep beside her, cuddling her all night long, and feeling a kind of contentment I always imagined I was far too terrible a creature to ever experience.
I too, am glad Luke did not kill me.
CHAPTER 20
Ella
I feel better when I wake up, though a little tender. I haven’t been having enough sex, that’s my problem. It’s hard to get laid when you spend your days running around the world and occasionally getting kidnapped. I need to lock in.
Luke is eyeing me, the big blond hulk of a man making the space look small. Unlike Aiden, he’s not concerned with what’s going to happen to us all. That’s above his pay grade.
I smile at him over breakfast. The food isn’t too bad if you don’t mind that everything has to be rehydrated, and I don’t. I’m not fussy. Food is food. If it’s good, that’s nice. If it’s not, it still keeps me alive, which is better than the alternative.
“Want to see my room?” Luke makes the invitation with a purposeful grin. “You spent the first night in Leo’s, so I figure we’d do a rotation.”
“Oh, you figured that, huh?”
Aiden is sitting on one of the couches, pretending not to listen. He’s too busy planning some kind of escape, or perhaps plotting for a war. I think we all know that even though we started on the back foot here, Aiden will turn this to his advantage.
“So? My room?” Luke grins at me.
“We need to talk,” Aiden says, interrupting his artless advance. “Can you all come to the couches, please.”
We go and sit down. I sit between Luke and Leo. Aiden has pride of place in front of us, holding court.
“I am going to leave,” he says. “I need to be able to act in the world. The three of you need to stay here for your own safety. Leo, you need to heal that wound, Luke, you need to keep an eye on Ella, and Ella, you need to keep them both sane. Each of you has a job to do. I expect you to do it.”
I don’t like the idea of Aiden not being here with us, and neither do his brothers.
“I say we all go wherever we go together,” Luke says. “We stay underground until we’re ready to emerge, like…” He pauses for a second, reaching for a metaphor.
“Cicadas,” I say helpfully.
“Sure,” he says. “Like cicadas.”
“If you go, we’re all going to go,” Leo says. “I won’t be able to keep those two in. You’re stuck with us.”
That argument is much stronger. Leo’s not physically able to dominate Luke right now, and Luke’s not interested in keeping me prisoner in the first place. If it were the three of us, theinmates would be running the proverbial madhouse. Aiden’s sanity and strength is needed.
“I can use proxies,” Aiden admits. “But it will be slower, and less efficient.”
