36. Kane
THIRTY-SIX
KANE
Did she have any clue how gorgeous she was? A temptress on her knees, those lips plump and her tongue watering.
But it was those eyes that consumed.
What swirled in the toffee depths.
The fear mixed with the fight.
The ferocity mixed with the vulnerability.
All of it pure, awestriking beauty.
Maybe this was wrong, having her on her knees like this, but if this was what she wanted, then I was going to give it to her.
I was going to give her every fucking thing she wanted.
Knew it then.
What’d become my life goal.
This new purpose that burned inside me.
Emery and Maci Voss.
My duty to them the same as the debt I gave to humanity.
I would protect them—fight for them—with every breath in my being.
Every single one of them belonged to them, even if Emery didn’t get it yet .
I ran the tip of my dick across her lips, and her tongue flicked out for a taste.
The tiniest mewl crawled up her throat.
My stomach fisted, my muscles cinching tight in needy anticipation.
“You sure you want me to fuck this sweet little mouth?” I gritted.
“Please.” She almost begged it. Then those soulful eyes flashed up to mine, all that vulnerability and the bare trust she’d found in me flooding out. “What if you don’t like it?”
My spirit screamed. Screamed at this fucking world that this woman had shielded herself from it because of the calamities it allowed. That she was so strong and perfect and didn’t understand the power she held.
“No chance I’ll ever not like something you give to me. Open up, and you’ll see.”
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, then she wrapped both of those dainty hands around the base of my dick.
A shudder tore up my spine. “Yeah…you get it? You get what you do to me? Barely touching me, and I already want to blow.”
It must have given her the confidence she needed because she edged up and drew the tip of my cock into her hot, wet mouth.
She gave it a tiny suck.
My hands fisted in her hair as a rush of pleasure surged through my body. “Yes. That’s right.”
I pushed myself deeper into the delicious clutch of her mouth, not quite deep enough to gag her.
Her hands shot out to my hips to steady herself, and she moaned some kind of garbled bliss into the motion.
“You like that, Emery? You like the feel of my cock stuffed in your mouth?”
A wild ferocity burned in her gaze, and she nodded.
I brushed the pad of my thumb at the side of her lips, barely able to hold myself together. The urge to fully possess her was nearly unbearable.
“Fuck. Never have seen anything more perfect than this. Such a good fucking girl on your knees for me. You trusting me like this. Going to show you that you can, Little Warrior. Going to show you that you want every part of me the way I want every part of you.”
The promise was gravel.
Hard and emphatic before I pulled out a fraction then drove back in, a little deeper that time.
Blunted nails dug into my hips.
“Take it, sweetness. Take it way down deep. Show me how good you are.”
She hummed and moaned as she pressed her thighs together.
No question, spun up again.
Her arousal thick in the air.
Fuck, she was too much. So good. Perfect. Everything.
I began to thrust, picking up a rigid pace, the woman fully giving herself over to me.
“So good. So fucking good. Never have felt anything like you.” The words tumbled from my mouth.
Praise and adoration.
Because it was the truth.
I’d never felt anything like this. Had never been affected like this. Not once.
This comfort.
This familiarity.
This need to wrap her up and possess her in every way.
She kept sucking me deeper, all the way until the head of my cock was hitting the back of her throat, that lush mouth hugging me just right.
A guttural moan rolled out of me as rapture threatened.
Rushing in from all sides. The feel of her almost more than I could bear.
“Yes. Take it, Little Warrior. Take it just like that.”
My fists were tight in those long blonde locks, guiding her, though her instinct had kicked in.
She knew exactly what to do.
She was made for this .
Made for me.
“Made for me.”
I realized the thought had gotten free. Had flooded the air as pleasure crawled at the base of my spine.
My balls tight.
My stomach twisted.
She moaned and opened herself more.
Letting me fuck her sweet mouth wild.
Hard and fast.
“So good. So good. This sweet, dirty mouth. So perfect. You, Emery. It’s you.” There was nothing I could do but shower her in praise.
She whimpered as she tipped that gorgeous face up to me.
The energy crackled.
That thing that boiled between us stark and alive.
Vibrating and inciting.
Wrapping us in a bond that would never let us go.
She splayed both hands over my ass and drew me in as far as she could.
“Gonna come, Em.”
She only drew me deeper.
And that was that.
I was done for.
Coming apart.
Bliss breaking.
Desire and her own kind of bliss tremored through her as I came in her mouth, dumping myself deep, the woman swallowing me down as she shot me to the highest high.
Ecstasy tore through me on a storm of chaos.
“Nothing. Nothing is better than this, Little Warrior. So perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” I growled.
Tremors were still wracking me, but I didn’t give either of us time to recover.
I scooped her off the floor, holding her high as I shoved two fingers into her throbbing pussy. The woman dripping and needy, just like I knew she’d be .
Her arms flew around my neck, and she gasped my name.
“Kane.”
“Told you I was going to take care of you. Told you I was going to show you every kind of pleasure. Again and again. For as long as you’ll let me.”
I knew I was speaking forever, but I could no longer imagine my life without her in it.
I turned around and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving her straddling me on her knees. I kept driving my fingers inside her, her walls clamping down, the sounds coming out of her mouth nearly doing me in all over again.
I pressed my thumb to her clit.
Rubbing and rolling it in time.
Took all of a minute for her to go off again. For her nails to sink deep into my shoulders and her hot, tight body to wheel and writhe with pleasure.
“Kane. Oh my God. You…”
“Know it, Little Warrior. You don’t have to fight it. You don’t have to fight me. Give it to me. Give me your surrender.”
She pressed her face into the side of my neck as she came and came on my fingers. Her cries buried in my flesh and sinking down into the middle of me. I held her in it. Letting her soar for the longest time.
The drive of my fingers gentled as I guided her through the aftershocks.
Her breaths were harsh and shallow as she sagged against me, and she clung to me for what felt like forever, which was something I’d be all too happy to do.
Hold her forever.
I felt her swallow when she finally came back. When her awareness hit the ground and dragged her back down into her reality.
Reservations and questions resurfaced in a beat.
Emery edged back, peering at me through something that both looked like wariness and wonder.
I knew what she thought.
We weren’t supposed to do this .
To her, it was wrong.
Some kind of betrayal to her sister.
But I couldn’t help but believe there was a reason for this.
That she was here, right where she was supposed to be.
“How do you feel?” I finally asked.
Her tongue stroked out to wet her dry lips. “Like I’m both drifting away and weigh a thousand pounds.”
I brushed my fingertips along her jaw as I whispered, “I’ll hold all of it.”
A frown pinched her brow. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us.”
“Something magical.” The words rough. “No other explanation for the way you make me feel. Something that’s always been impossible until I met you.”
Pain lanced through her expression, though her fingertips were soft as she ran them over my lips. “That’s what this is. Impossible.”
“It’s not, though, is it? To me, it’s irrefutable.”
Her eyes dipped before she admitted, “I’m scared of it.”
“The things that are most important to us always are, Emery. Terrifying because they mean the most.”
“You don’t think it’s wrong? Us doing this?”
The pad of my thumb stroked over the indentation between her eyes.
Soothing it.
Hoping I could soothe her.
“How could it be when you make me feel like this?”
“What do you feel?” Emery’s question was earnest. Her spirit so close to being laid bare. The way she had me.
Exposed.
While the secrets I carried felt like a barricade in the middle of us.
“I feel like my heart has been frozen in time. In the grief and torment and the mistakes of my past. And there was no one in the world that could bring it back to life than you. You and Maci who make me feel like I’m truly alive for the first time since I lost my mother.”
When all hope died .
Through it, I’d somehow found it in my patchwork family.
But this was different.
“I just…don’t want to do wrong by my sister. I…I miss her so much.”
Emery was suddenly hugging me fiercely again, sorrow pouring out with the admission.
My chest squeezed tight. In affection. In empathy.
I carefully peeled her from me and set her on the edge of my bed, then I rose and moved to where I’d left our clothes a pile on the floor.
I pulled on my underwear, then I grabbed the slip of lace that was bound in her shorts and shifted around to walk back to her.
Nearly tripped at the sight.
Emery sitting on my bed.
Shaking with the energy that burned through us.
Blonde hair mussed and her cheeks pinked.
Lips plumped and swollen.
Bare from the waist down.
Stare untamed as she took me in.
I forced myself to move slowly. To ease up to her before I got down onto my knees in front of her. Careful as I helped her back into her underwear.
I never looked away from her as I did, our gazes tangled and our hearts locked.