Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
ROWAN
This plan has been in motion for so long—for years—and now that it’s coming to fruition, I can barely believe I have our girl within my reach.
Watching her from afar was never enough for me, but Asher and I agreed it was for the best. That bringing her into our lives while he was still living in the public eye was a bad idea, that it would draw unnecessary attention to the darker sides of our lives, and despite my hesitation to not have her close, he was right.
The day he retired from fighting, we started making moves to finally make her ours.
Of course, we’ll have to cross the bridge of her finding out my identity, but we’ll get to that. After tonight, after we’ve made her ours, it’ll be easier to admit who I am to her. I just have to hope she doesn’t run.
I meet Asher’s eyes over Hannah’s head, a small smile tipping up the corners of my lips. I’ve never seen him as uncertain as he was about tonight. He’s built a good thing with her over the last few months while I was forced to watch from the sidelines, and he’s worried this plan will break it.
Without a word, I press my finger against her entrance and push it to the knuckle, relishing in her warmth and tightness. Fuck. The idea of my cock sheathed in this paradise makes my cock ache to be freed.
But this isn’t about me. It’s about Hannah.
Asher presses his fingers against the tight bundle of nerves, and she jolts in our hold, the feeling of us both touching her making her entire body still. “Good girl,” he whispers. “You’re going to take everything we give you, aren’t you, Little Doe?”
She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
A groan escapes his throat, and I give him a knowing look because the first time that word slips from her pretty pink lips directed at me, I’ll be lost to her.
I slip my finger from her and quickly press two back inside her, stretching her as I pump them in and out, dragging the tips against the place inside her that will push her to the edge.
Hannah drops her head onto Asher’s shoulder, and I watch as her eyes drift closed, the pleasure washing over her and leaving the prettiest blush in its wake.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful it almost hurts to be so close to her, to finally have my hands on her softness.
I don’t deserve to touch her. Neither of us do.
We’re not good men, and Hannah is everything that’s good in the world.
She’s sunshine and rainbows and fucking kittens compared to our darkness, and if we were better men, we would let her go. We would have walked away all those years ago and never looked back.
But instead, we’ve spent the last five years following her, keeping an eye on every man she has allowed to touch her, and routinely forcing them out of her life.
They can have her for a night, or even two, but she belongs to us, and we had to make sure when the time came for us to claim her, we wouldn’t have any competition for her heart.
I want nothing more than to feel her release coat my hand, but we’ve just promised to punish her, and allowing her to come so soon wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it?
Her pussy starts to pulse around my fingers, and I give Asher a subtle nod before we both pull our fingers away, leaving her pussy aching for the release we just denied her.
Hannah’s eyes shoot open, and she glares at me before turning her contempt to Asher, who just smirks down at her.
I lift my fingers to my face and slip them beneath the mask. It’s a risk to lift it even this much, but I can’t go another minute without knowing what she tastes like.
A growl tears from my throat as soon as her wetness touches my tongue, and she darts her gaze to mine, watching as I lap up every last ounce of her sweetness.
Normally, the subs at this club wouldn’t meet the eye of a Dom without permission, but when Asher gave her the rules for tonight, they were different from what she’s used to. I don’t want to see her bowed head. I need her eyes. I need our queen to hold her head high as we make her ours.
“So fucking sweet,” I murmur, and goose bumps appear across her silky skin.
“Do you need another drink, Hannah?” Asher asks with a smirk.