Kindred Souls Complete Series: Books 1-4

Chapter Fourteen

After drinking andchatting long into the night, I finally headed for bed. I didn’t talk much, letting them regale me with their adventures as young soldiers. They didn’t speak much of their lives as assassins. I was beginning to believe they hated it. They had no choice in their career and I could understand balking against it. I understood straining against the rules, the box you’re forced into.

I grabbed a glass of water to take to bed with me and when I turned around; I was alone except for Sky. He cornered me against the counter, no sign of a smirk of humor. My heart thudded in my chest at the pure want on his face.

He took the glass from my shaking hands and set it on the counter. “Did you enjoy watching Saber and me together?”

“I... it... yes.” The confession breathed from my lips. I couldn’t lie with him staring at me like that.

He stepped closer, his scent sinking into me. “Would you want to see us go further? Did you imagine it? Us writhing together, naked? Did it make you wet? I know it made your nipples hard. I saw it.”

I stopped breathing, caught in his gaze, lost in his deep voice saying filthy things.

His blue eyes blazed at me. “I can feel your nipples digging into my chest, begging me to taste them. I bet if I slid my hand into your pants, you’ll be soaked for me.”

I bit back a pathetic whimper. I didn’t know what to think, what to do with this Sky. He was intense and domineering, the flirtatious, charming side of him nowhere in sight.

He traced a finger down the side of my face. “Would you want Whist to take you while you watch me take Saber? Or would you rather be in between us as Saber and I take you at the same time while Whist watches? Whist likes to watch, you know. He watches us all the time. It’s partly what makes him so good at his job.”

I shuddered and breathed out a shaky sigh.

I wanted either, both. I wanted it all.

“Turn around and place your hands on the counter.” His tone brooked no argument even if I wanted to, it brimmed with a deep command that expected obedience.

So, I obeyed.

Sky’s body trapped me from the back, his hands coming down to rest on top of mine, pinning me to the counter. “Do you want this?”

I gasped as his hips ground into my ass.

“Answer me.” He didn’t touch me in any other way, waiting for my response.

I did. I wanted it more than anything. Getting to know them all day, enjoying their company, coming alive beneath each touch and smile, it all led to this. “Yes.”

His breathing hitched. “Good. I won’t stop unless you tell me to. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes.” I arched back against him, giving in to the desire riding me. I didn’t know if it was the bond or if it was just the magnetic pull of Sky or if I’d just been alone for way too long and I crave touch, release. But in the moment, I didn’t give the slightest fuck.

He released me and pulled back a little. “Do not move your hands from this spot.”

I nodded, frantic, desperate.

He cupped my hips, pressing harder into me. He was as hard as a stone and large. My mouth watered. His hands slid up my sides, over my ribs, and past my breasts to my neck, teasing me. I made a small sound of distress, causing him to release a dark chuckle in my ear.

“Patience, doll.”

One of his legs slipped between mine and he kicked at my feet, widening my stance, opening me up. He played with the hem of my woven shirt, his fingers brushing against the skin of my belly.

Finally, finally, he plunged his hands up my shirt, grabbing my breasts, plucking my nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He used his grip on them to clutch me tighter. I gasped and moaned, wordlessly begging for more, more, more.

He obliged.

Sky’s hand dove beneath the waistband of my trousers, straight to the core of me. “Fuck, I knew you’d be wet. You want us, don’t you, doll? You want to be screaming between us as we fuck you until you can’t move.”

My knees almost buckled, but his other hand kept me steady against him.

He flicked my clit, making me buck against his hand. “Remember what I said. Do not move your hands.”

I found my voice. “Or what?”

“Or you’ll be punished.” His words were a dark promise, sending a shivery thrill through me.

I wanted to ask how he’d punish me, but his fingers sped up against my clit and then he shoved two deep inside me. I cried out and clenched hard on his fingers.

“Shit, you’re so hot and tight. I bet you taste just like you smell. Like autumn trees and dahlias and forbidden music.” He slid his fingers in and out of me while his other hand continued torturing my breast.

Everything he was doing brought me closer and closer to the edge, but never quite over it and I wanted more, more, more.

I wanted him to rip the clothes from my body and then his own, and plunge inside me, taking me right there against the counter.

Instead, he added a third finger inside me, stretching me, and sped up his thrusts until he fucked me hard with his hand. I was a panting and mewling mess, gripping the edge of the counter and leaning against him.

Something flickered from the corner of my eye and when I turned my head, I saw Whist. He was in the corner, watching. My eyes met his, and that’s all it took to send me careening over the edge. I cried out and shuddered while Sky rode me through it, not letting up, making my climax linger.

He pulled out of me and spun me around, making sure I was looking at him as he raised his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers with closed eyes and a groan. I whimpered at the sight, wet and aching for him all over again.

My back dug into the counter as I stared at him, still shaky and wobbly-kneed, my mind cloudy with confusion.

Sky stepped back, putting way too much distance between us. “Go to bed, doll. Now. Or I won’t be responsible for what I do to you next.”

I listened, fleeing past Whist and his burning eyes and slammed the bedroom door behind me. I leaned against it, breathing hard.

What the fuck had I just done?