While his eyes are pinned there, I bite down on the fleshiest part of my bottom lip, watching for his reaction as my teeth scrape over it. I get exactly what I’m hoping for when he swallows uncomfortably.
Heat simmers between us, and seconds tick into minutes while neither of us makes a move. All at once, I can’t stand it any longer. I let out a strangled breath as I slam my body against his, pinning him even more effectively to the wall with my weight. He doesn’t flinch at the sudden attack, just stares. My chest jerks, lungs clawing for air, demanding to steal every single one of his ragged exhalations. “You wanna know something, baby boy?”
He only makes a small grunting noise, in question. I pause, taking a moment to brush my lips over his jaw,and let him feel my teeth scraping over the stubble. I duck my head to the crook of his neck and breathe in. The scent of Delilah on his skin overwhelms me to the point of distraction. I’ve practically forgotten that I even fucking asked if he wanted me to explain myself.
In agony, I drag my lips to his throat where his pulse flutters like a bird frantically beating its wings. Need fires along every nerve, and I can’t resist sucking on his warm skin as I mumble, “I was fucking jealous.”
His breath catches. “Of?” When I lift my head, angling to get a read on him, he peers at me from under a hooded gaze. I can tell there are questions flying through his head that he’s simply going to avoid putting voice to.
When our eyes lock and hold, it’s like a sledgehammer to the chest. I can’t breathe. He’s wrenched all the air from my lungs. My teeth grind, then I huff out what could be a laugh, but it’s more like a curse. Or an oath. “Motherfucker. Of you. With her.”
One blond brow raises.
“Of what I wanted from both of you, you asshole.” And I can’t stop myself. I do what I’ve wanted to do since… forever, maybe. With my heart jumping wildly in my chest, I press even closer until no space exists between us and crush frenzied lips to his.
It’s just like in the novels secretly tucked away on my father’s shelves. My blood is immediately hot, like I imagine a wildfire rushing through my veins would feel like. Destructive. Dangerous. And all-consuming. This isn’t how I was brought up. I know this is nothing I’msupposed to want, but I fucking shudder so hard at the muscular planes of his body against mine that I shove all that nonsense aside. I know my own fucking mind. I always have. But tormented thoughts fill my head anyway, and I’m desperate to find ways to be closer to him.
He goes completely rigid as I suck on his lip. It strikes me out of nowhere that this thing I’m feeling is what I’ve read described as lust. I want to do things to Kai—and with him—that I haven’t thought would ever be possible… and it all starts with this motherfucking kiss. I slide my tongue between his lips, greedy for more. He tentatively, haltingly meets me halfway, and the moment he does, I consider it to be a declaration of war. We do battle, and the way he tastes infects me—mind, body, and soul. It’s enough to make me lose my mind.
Letting out an urgent, demanding grunt, I clutch his head between my hands. I can’t fucking resist. Ramming my pelvis forward, I grind my dick against him, demanding everything. It’s completely without discipline or finesse… and exactly what I need in this moment.
“Fuck, Cross. What the fuck,” he mutters, gripping my hips tightly, fingers bruising. I don’t even know if he realizes what he’s doing, but his cock thrusts in time with mine. We’re a furious collision of need and want.
Heat floods me, rushing down my spine, the voracious pull between us making my balls heavy and mydick harder than a rock. I gasp, breathless, as a storm of some unknown emotion rises within me like the wind whipping before it blasts through the forest and shakes the leaves from the trees. It’s pure chaos, and I want it so fucking bad. Want more.Fuuuck.He’s going to break me.
That thought nearly sends me under as my heart beats against bone like a furious animal. Wrenching my mouth from his on a desperate sound, I sink to my knees, dragging my hands greedily over his body. A startled cry falls from his lips, and his eyes bore into mine, mesmerized. I burrow my face against the hard line of his dick, my lips ghosting over it as I inhale. His chest stutters, wild eyes follow every move I make. Need to have more of him. Of this. Carnal desire unfurls within me, and I look up into his obsidian gaze to find myself completely at his fucking mercy. Maybe I always have been, but I’d never tell him that.
“What are you doing?” Those words rip from him as part of a ragged rasp.
“Need this,” I growl, tearing open his pants to find he’s bare underneath. I groan as his erection juts beyond the gaping waistband. He chokes on his breath as he watches me slide a hand upward under his shirt, his skin on fire. His stomach dips at my touch, and his cock strains toward me.
“If you don’t want this,” I groan out, “you’d better say something right fucking now.” The only sign he’s heard me is the contraction of the muscle in his jaw. His erection is hot and smooth, and so fucking hard. Ittwitches. My breath shudders out as I lock onto the pre-cum collecting at the tip and can’t hold out any longer. I wrap my hand around him and give him a slow tug. He makes an untamed, keening sound, and I blink as his hips cant toward me. It’s a fucking invitation that I won’t turn down.
Leaning in, my tongue darts out, swiping at the bead of moisture at the tip. He shudders. His surrender is mine. And my cock throbs for it.
“You better not be playing with me, Cross,” he rasps past a dry throat. I lick again. Stop. Smirk up at him. “F-fuck you,” he groans, chest heaving with spasms as he struggles to draw in air. His tone is biting, but his eyes fucking plead with me.
I’m dizzy with need as all the blood rushes from my head and flows directly to my cock. I take him into my mouth, and it hits me all at once that not only am I tasting Kai, but I’m tasting Lilah, too.Oh, fuck me.My eyes crash shut, and I swallow him deep, an explosion of need enveloping me as the taste of the two of them shakes me to my core. His moans and my grunts of satisfaction fill the air.
I can’t get enough. My cheeks hollow as I suck, and my tongue dances over his hot skin. In no time at all, I have him thrashing against the wall, hands in my hair, tugging. Begging. I lick and nip, torment, then take him deep enough to elicit a long, drawn out moan.
“Fuck. Fuck you,” he gasps as his hips thrust forward, seeking out more at the same time the very fiber of my being is being stretched so taut, it’s close tosnapping with tension. I pause, only to breathe, continuing to pump his length in my fist. Wetting my lips, I stare up at him, only to find his dark eyes glinting as he watches me. A feral desire overtakes me, and I let spit dribble from my lips to land on the head of his cock.
The low muffled groan that escapes him is so heady it sends me into a spiral of frenzied action. And as much as his eyes curse me and he’s questioning everything, he’s right here with me in our descent into the dark. His cock hits the back of my throat over and over again as I moan around it. I relish the tears that spring to my eyes and the gagging sounds I’ve started to make around his dick.
One hand claws down the front of his thigh. The knowledge that I’m affecting him so much that his legs shake makes me so hard I could weep. I want to shove him right to the fucking edge, make him sink deep into whatever this is between us until he wants it so bad he won’t even bother to come up for air.
His hands dive into my hair as he lets out a feral, guttural sound. His hips buck. Tension snaps. He jerks in my hold, fingers clenching hard. “Cross. Stop. I’m gonna— I— Don’t. Oh no. Fuuuck.” There’s no way I’m stopping now, not when I’ve ached for this without any hope of it ever happening. My chest fills to bursting as I continue to race toward the insanity I’m clinging to.
He lets out a primal groan, and as the first salty splashes of cum spurt down my waitingthroat, I swallow it to the sound of his struggling gasps for air and motherfucking whimpers of desperation. It does something to me, and before I realize what’s happening, my orgasm crests and breaks. With a satisfied groan, I unload into my pants at the taste of him—them—on my tongue.
I don’t have a fucking clue how long we blink into the dark while our chests heave, and we stare at each other in a silence only disturbed by the beating of our thrashing hearts.
Malakai grips my hair harder, shaking me the slightest bit before shoving me away from him. “What did you do?” he groans, covering his face.
I stand up, heart ramming around in my chest as I grit out softly, “I think you meanwe.”
His eyes flick to mine, roaming over my face, then down my body and back up to meet my gaze. In that moment, it’s clear to me he’s realized the same two things I have: (1) this thing we’ve begun has the power to annihilate us if anyone were to find out, and (2) we’re not going to be able to stop.
