9. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Phoenix
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this at peace. Her warm back was pressed to my chest, my arm circling her bare hip where the blankets pooled around them. I hadn’t given her a strong dosage of the drug, but I’d still be surprised if she remembered everything that had transpired last night. That thought was a bitter pill to swallow, and if that ended up being the case, I’d just have to fuck her again so she’d never forget.
Teagan’s breathing was even as she slept, completely oblivious to the danger she allowed inside of her mere hours ago. The last time I’d felt this content with a woman at my side was when I’d been with Naomi, and that didn’t end well. To say I was skeptical about pursuing another woman would be a massive understatement. But there was something about her. Something… different.
Pressing myself up against her ass, a consuming need traipsed through me. It was so fucking tempting. Fucking her right where she slept, only to have her awake while I was balls deep inside of her.
I buried my nose against the back of her neck, inhaling her sweet, delectable scent. I was just positioning myself at her entrance, ready to slip inside of her when my bedroom door opened, causing my muscles to tense.
I could feel his rage before meeting his eye. He’d made it perfectly clear that Teagan was practically off-limits to me sexually. He might not have said those exact words, but he was pretty loud about his emotions pertaining to her.
King’s entire body went rigid, a mixture of shock and anger flashing across his face.
“What?” I asked, pulling the girl closer to me just in case he got any fucked up ideas about harming her because of my decision to screw her. He might have wanted her alive, but my brother was also very impulsive, and his darkness took over when he allowed himself to be consumed.
“ What ?” he repeated incredulously. “Are you fucking kidding me?” His lips curled into a snarl as he started to advance.
Shit.
Gently, I shook Teagan, attempting to wake her before this ended tragically. Even I couldn’t control King when he lost himself to his rage. She stirred, nuzzling into the pillow instead.
“You fucked her, didn’t you?” he pressed, taking slow, calculated steps toward us.
“What does it look like?” I retorted.
He nodded and clenched his teeth. I knew what he was about to do before he even moved. It was like a switch had flicked within his mind, and he was lunging for me, narrowly missing the girl at my side as he shoved me back into the mattress. My heart was pounding furiously against my chest, my own anger beginning to surface. His fist connected with my lower lip, splitting it instantly. Copper danced along my tongue, but I just swallowed it down.
Teagan’s gasp rang out, my gaze falling on her as she took in the scene with wide, frantic eyes.
“Run,” I mouthed.
She glanced between me and King before deciding that was probably her best course of action. Scrambling from the bed, she rounded up her clothing and sloppily threw them on. She faded out of vision when King hit me again, causing my head to whip to the side.
Reaching up, I wrapped one hand around his throat and used the other to deliver my own blow directly to his ribs. He grunted in response, but his rebound time was impressive. A venomous snarl rumbled through his throat and he dropped his full weight on top of me before smashing his head into my face.
A spike of pain shot through my cheekbone, followed by a headache, but it pissed me off more than it hurt. His elbow came down on my arm next, causing a dull throb to erupt where his bone connected to mine.
“Shit,” I growled.
When he did it again, I retracted my arm, the fight leaving my body. It wasn’t worth it—not to mention, I’d just woken up and my mind was a mess of jumbled thoughts.
He wrapped both hands around my throat, his green eyes nearly swallowed by the dark of his pupils. He was in a full-blown psychotic rage, and I didn’t know how to snap him out of it.
Dark spots danced around the edges of my vision, the oxygen quickly depleting from my lungs. “Teagan,” I choked out, trying to remind him that she’d fucking vanished and he still didn’t seem to notice.
Her name only seemed to piss him off more and he squeezed tighter, causing my throat to burn. Annoyance skittered down my spine. I cocked my arm back the best I could from my position and drove it into his ribs repeatedly. I made sure to hit the same spot over and over again. It didn’t take long for his grip on me to loosen, and as soon as it did, I took advantage, throwing him off me.
“She’s missing, you idiot.” I coughed, sucking in deep breaths.
This finally seemed to get his attention. He shoved off the bed, planting his feet on the floor and rose. He didn’t say another word before storming out of the room.
My entire body ached from the onslaught of his attack, and a few ragged breaths fluttered past my lips as I attempted to regulate my breathing. Cursing under my breath, I shoved the comforter from my waist and scrambled to my feet. It didn’t take long for me to locate my clothes, and once I was fully dressed, I jogged down the narrow hallway and toward the front door.
The cool air instantly greeted me, and a surge of relief shot through me when I spotted King stomping toward the trees.
He didn’t get this pissed off often, which only confirmed that his infatuation with Teagan had been nothing short of obsession. He was pissed that I’d gotten to her first—and perhaps, maybe at all. But fuck that. He was the one who fed me this plan in the first place. He wanted us to do this together. Now that I’ve been inside her tight, ravenous pussy, I wasn’t backing off.
Quickening my pace, I made sure to leave a decent amount of distance between us. If he saw me so soon after raging the fuck out on me, he’d probably get distracted again and try to beat my ass some more. Except this time, I was more prepared and had clothes on.
King’s shoulders were coiled tight with tension as he slipped through the trees, his head held high despite his rigid posture. He was on a mission, and I just hoped that didn’t involve Teagan’s demise.
I followed behind him, exhaustion still clinging to me from the little sleep I’d managed to get. King woke up early as hell in the mornings, and usually, it didn’t bother me. But of course, that also meant he’d go looking for Teagan first thing, which was something I hadn’t considered.
The sound of the pond rippling nearby caught my attention, but I knew she wouldn’t have gone toward the water. It was way too cold out. That didn’t mean she wasn’t near it, though.
Something rustled toward the left of the woods, causing my head to whip in that direction. King seemed to notice it, too, because he was staring that way as well, his entire body freezing. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved his favorite hunting knife, shock skittering through my system in waves.
“King,” I hissed.
His green eyes flicked over to meet mine, nothing but cold detachment searing through them.
“Put the knife away,” I snapped, keeping my voice low.
Disregarding me completely, he started in the general direction the noise had sounded from. A lump formed in my throat as I watched him move with the expert precision of a hunter. Cursing under my breath, I broke out in a jog, hoping that he wouldn’t do anything overly reckless.
Teagan was growing on me and I wasn’t ready to cut her loose just yet. Not until I’d played with her more at least.
King continued his descent through the trees, twigs snapping beneath his heavy shoes. A yelp sounded moments later, causing my heart to lurch into my throat. When he reappeared in my line of sight, his hand was twisted through Teagan’s hair, her clothes riddled with wrinkles and dirt. She struggled against him, her eyes wide with terror when she caught sight of the weapon in his other hand.
“King,” she whimpered, a coat of water forming along the rim of her eyes. “W-what are you going to do with that?”
My brother didn’t grant her a response—just continued tugging her along by her hair until he was mere feet from me. Instantly, he released his grip on her and shoved her toward me.
“Hold her still,” he demanded coldly.
Teagan’s grip was tight around the front of my shirt as she fisted it, and her fear was so thick in the air I could taste it. It would be easier to enjoy this if I knew what my brother’s plans were. I turned her toward him, pinning her arms behind her back to immobilize her. It didn’t stop her from squirming, though.
“King, please—” she choked out, plastering her back firmly against my chest.
His lips twitched and he brought the knife out in front of him, pressing the blade against the column of her throat. Her loud intake of breath reverberated around us, her entire body tensing. He allowed the tip of the knife to trail down her body, drifting between the valley of her breasts.
“Get undressed or I’m cutting the clothes from your body, but I must warn you…” he trailed off with a malicious glint in his eye. “I’m not nearly as good with a knife as my brother is, so I might miss.”
I arched an eyebrow at his request. It was very possible that he’d just fuck her, get his fill, and then slit her throat.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked with a trembling voice.
I tightened my grip on her arms in warning. “You don’t want to push him right now,” I said. “You might want to listen.” Dropping my hands from her arms, I placed one on the small of her back and urged her toward my brother. King’s eyes never leaving her body.
Blowing out a nervous breath, she reached for the hem of her shirt and tugged it over her head. Goosebumps peppered her flawless skin instantly due to the cold breeze kissing along her flesh. She wasn’t wearing a bra, making the process that much smoother.
King’s eyes blew with possession when he noticed her hardened nipples, a low growl leaving his chest. Next, she did the same thing with her shoes, kicking them off one at a time. She paused when it came to her pants, hesitating for a moment.
King took a step closer, the tip of the knife pressed against her hip, “I will slice these off of you if you don’t move faster, little sister. ” She stood there, shaking from both the cold and most likely fear before quickly pushing her pants down her shaky legs until finally, she was standing between us completely naked.
Taking a step back, King’s gaze raked over her appreciatively, his jaw feathering as he clenched it. “Stand still,” he ordered. “Don’t make any sudden movements.” His eyes met mine as I stood behind her and I knew that look on his face. He needed this. My hands moved quickly, pulling her back and holding her arms behind her.
His hand dropped to her hip, holding her tightly as he pressed the knife against her skin again, her gasp ringing out through the air as he pierced her flesh with it. Glancing over her shoulder, I furrowed my brows in confusion. Her body shook against me as she tried to move, but between his hold and mine, she wouldn’t get far.
His eyes were nearly black as the corner of his lip raised while the knife glided over her body. He’d started carving something into her stomach, but I couldn’t make out what it was yet. Beads of blood were already beginning to form, trickling down her beautiful skin and I knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more.
I moved one hand around her waist, trailing through the blood as I moved lower. She needed a distraction so King could finish. My fingers dropped to her clit, skating over her heated center where her body’s betrayal was the most potent—the evidence running along her thighs. She squirmed against me, her gasps fluttering past those fuckable lips of hers.
“Careful,” I reminded her. “You don’t want him to cut too deep.”
She stilled, trembling slightly. I took that as my opportunity, and plunged a finger inside of her, making her cry out in response. Her walls clenched around my digit tightly. It was so snug and warm that it was a surprise she even managed to take my cock last night.
My cock stirred to life at the mere sight of the blood and the feel of her wrapped around my finger. I wanted to run my hands through the red substance cascading down her abdomen–to taste it. Maybe if I had been patient with Teagan and waited, things would be different.
When he was done, he tossed the weapon on the ground without a care in the world and knelt, peering up at her. His hands moved to grip her slender hips again, his eyes flashing with raw desire as he took her in. I took that as the warning it was and removed my hand from between her thighs.
I finally let go of her and walked around to her front to see what he had done. My gaze dropped down to his handiwork, and I had to fight not to roll my eyes. He was such a possessive fucker.
Mine.
I suppose it was better than his actual name, which I’d half expected at first.
He leaned in, flattening his tongue against the wound and dragging it up her stomach, smearing the blood with it. A hiss sounded from her thick, pouty lips, but she remained still. His hands circled around her body, latching onto her round ass as he fed from her. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen.
While he was occupied, I pushed her brown hair over one of her shoulders and feathered a light kiss against the side of her neck. Her shoulders tensed instantaneously, but she didn’t try to move away.
When my brother’s eyes locked on mine again, I was sure he’d flip the fuck out to see me touching her after having just gone off on me for it. But he gave me a slight nod, seeming to come to his senses.
This was more than us.
Despite whatever his carving stated on her skin, she now belonged to both of us. In a way, we’ve both marked her now.
Teagan’s surprised yelp snapped me out of the lust-induced haze I’d been lost in. King was in the middle of plunging two fingers deep inside of her, causing her to buck and writhe against me. Her soft gasps, paired with her heavy breathing, filtered around us, and fuck…
I just wanted to be inside her again.
Before she could come, he withdrew his fingers—similarly to how I’d done last night. He rose again, haphazardly ripping his clothes from his body until he was standing naked before us. I averted my gaze, not wanting to catch a glimpse of my brother’s cock by mistake.
“Come,” he told her, waving her forward.
Teagan’s shoulders were coiled tight with tension, and she slowly shook her head.
“Fine,” he replied evenly. “I guess we’ll do it the hard way then.”
My brother stepped forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair again. The new movement had her body bending at an awkward angle, her ass practically in the air. Unable to help myself, I reached out, allowing my fingers to glide across the seam of her soaking pussy.
A smirk tugged at my lips. She could pretend she wasn’t into this all she wanted, but her body couldn’t lie.
King forced her to her knees and pressed down on her upper back with the palm of his hand to get her into position. It didn’t matter how much she resisted; he was much stronger.
“Please,” she choked out, fear feathering through her words.
Holding her in place still, my brother rounded her and used his body to wedge her legs apart. His hands drifted to her hips, tugging them upwards so that he’d have better access. He quickly lined himself up with her entrance and slammed inside with one, brutal thrust.
Teagan’s sharp cry pierced the air, her fingertips digging into the cold ground below her. Tears streamed down her face as she fought to get away, but it was no use—especially from this position.
King gave no fucks, pounding into her over and over again with a brutality I didn’t even know he was capable of. The slapping of his skin against hers reverberated through the air, and a sliver of guilt trickled through me. It wasn’t her fault last night happened. That was completely on me. But when my brother got like this, he didn’t give a shit about the specifics.
After a few moments, Teagan’s body seemed to relax, her eyes glazing over with pleasure as she began to give into him.
“Fuck.” My brother grunted, jerking her hips back against him. “She’s gushing.” His eyes were hooded and his movements turned more purposeful rather than uncoordinated.
Sparks of arousal shot through me, settling in my lower abdomen as I watched him fuck her. Her tits brushed against the dirt with every thrust, and if they weren’t sore from the friction, they would be eventually.
A moan fluttered past her lips before she could stop it, her breathing growing more and more erratic. With a few more hard thrusts, she was coming undone around him. Her lips parted and she let out a series of sultry sounds as her body convulsed around him, milking him for everything he was worth. King must have felt it, because he twitched from behind her, his eyes wide in surprise.
That was a feeling I’d probably never forget. When I made her come, she’d clamped down around me hard, stimulating my own release.
It seemed to work for my brother too, because he let out a choked sound and spilled deep inside her pussy.