Before I could swallow the residue of my cum mixed with his saliva, his lips collided with mine.
It wasn’t sweet or exploratory. Roughness fueled him as he silently demanded full control, forcing me to take, to endure, to survive the assault he’d launched on me.
“You taste like heaven.” He hooked his teeth around my bottom lip andtugged. It slipped out with a pop, and he groaned, leaping for a second round.
Lightheaded, I didn’t put up a fight in the battle for dominance. There was no point in struggling when famine had clearly pulled him under its spell, and I wanted to serve as his last meal. His breakfast. His nighttime snack. His comfort food. His obsession.
His partner.
27
GEDEON
Zion often said the playthings he dragged to his underground had a distinct flavor. Sour, bitter, sweet, salty—it all depended on the person and their vileness, as he’d put it.
But the taste ofhim… Perfection. As if it had been tailored specifically for me.
Though I had forgotten to bring toppings for the pancakes, his cum could serve as the condiment to our breakfast.
Moving off Zion, I towered over Kali kneeling on the blanket. “Did you like it?” I asked, curling a finger under her chin to keep it lifted. “Did you enjoy watching me toy with him?”
She cleared her throat, the column of which was shaped to fit my palm flawlessly. “Yes.” Her approval came out as a squeak.
She was so adorable, all flustered.
Before she could collect herself, I roughly pulled her to me until her palms hit my chest and I could ravage her lips. Such a fascinating soul she was, reluctant to admit what she wanted.
But Zion and I were her future, and many lessons could be taught in the years to come.
Because I was not letting either of them go. Kali had become the firelight in the darkness drowning me in the mornings, and Zion, the shelter in the barren land I wandered daily.
“You found my note.” I fluffed her hair to partly fall down her front and the rest down her back, bolstering her illusion of safety. Humans were animals, our instincts rudimentary. Limit the vision, cover up, and our comfort levels spiked.
“It said to collect the boxes.” Kali waved at the pile of food containers she had brought. “What is the meaning of all this?”
My chest swelled. She had chosen to play my game instead of erecting a wall around herself and closing off. “Breakfast,” I said. “Like we used to have together.”
“I don’t think so. My anger hasn’t ebbed.” She fiddled with the sleeve of her leather jacket. “I’m here only for the scenery.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” I playfully tugged on the neckline of her t-shirt, earning a glower in return.
As much as she resisted in accepting the truth of my actions—that they had been for the benefit of them both; the rest of the world could fall apart, for all I cared—I was inevitable. A certain future of hers. And his.
“I should’ve returned to my room to eat,” she grumbled.
“But we have pancakes,” Zion piped up, lounging on his back, his hands hooked behind his head as a pillow, his navy sweatpants sitting below his hips, his softened cock exposed to the morning sunshine. “And me.”
Insane was an understatement when it came to him.
Kali pointed at his crotch. “You’ll get a sunburn.”
“You mean my dick will get a nice tan? And will become a lickable sausage?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You know, protein is considered a good way to start your day,” he drawled, yet scrambled to tuck himself in.
As much of a sucker for doling out and receiving pain as he was, having his most sensitive flesh peeling from overexposure had to be pushing the limit of his masochistic tendencies.
Giggles burst out of Kali, and she hurriedly covered her mouth to muffle her laugh.
My molars ground at her resistance to showing vulnerability. I had broken her trust, but nothing was going to stop me from building it back up. I had found a way to her heart once, and I was set on doing it again.
