20. Claimed by Zade #2
The bed creaks beneath us from his assault, and the incoherent noises leaving my mouth are bound to attract attention, but I couldn’t care.
My hands reach for him, needing something to grab hold to.
He leans forward without stopping, letting me drag my nails down his back.
Each thrust jostles me forward and drives the headboard into the wall.
My ankles cross at the small of his back, giving me more leverage to rise and meet each snap of his hips.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, a dam of pleasure bursting and racing through me, arrowing straight to our connection.
My pussy clenches and so does his jaw, nostrils flaring.
Grunts, low growls, and flesh slapping together fill the air.
I’m beyond moaning, mouth stretched open and body loose and pliable beneath Zade, taking everything he has to offer.
“Ugh!” he groans, hips slamming forward to grind against my pussy. I can feel his cock twitching, releasing inside me. It’s exactly what I wanted.
I smile, burying my face into his sweat-coated neck. I could lick the sweat off him, I’m so deliriously happy right now.
Nothing will ever compare to being claimed by Zade.
Zade
To have Siri naked and sated in my arms was a dream I’d never dared to concoct.
It still seems impossible, staring down at her lax face.
I took her again and had to clamp a hand around her mouth to keep her from shouting too loudly.
But I adore her sounds. My nose skims along her forehead.
I can’t wait for the day we no longer have to hide or have a place of our own so she can scream as loud as she wants.
Damn, the feeling of her clenching around my cock is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, better than when she’d placed my tip just inside her entrance so I could spill inside her.
I wanted her again but recognized the drowsy look in her eyes and the slow blinks that told me she was fighting her sleep.
So, I pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom. After cleaning us both off, I’d crawled back into the cramped bed, pulling her into my arms, right where she belongs. She dozed off not long after.
But sleep eludes me. I’m not even sure it’s insomnia at this point. My heart just feels full, too large for my chest. I—What? I blink, freezing before letting that thought finish itself.
I love Siri. And not in a platonic, she’s my sister way. I love her in an I want to consume every breath she takes way. I want to swallow her moans, hoard the faces she makes when she’s coming, and be the only thing she thinks about every hour of every day. Fuck, I knew I’d become obsessed.
“Like you weren’t before?”
Touche, phantom. Watching her without her knowledge or consent definitely toed the line of obsession. I wish I felt more sorry about my actions but look at the outcome. She wanted me, too, begged me to fuck her like a goddamn animal. She loves this, whatever this is between us.
My fingers trail through her curly dark strands, sifting through them before letting them fall to her shoulders. I just hope whatever this is can stand the test of time.
No one’s held the power to demolish me like her. Not Mom, not Dad, and definitely not Zy.
God, that idiot.
I haven’t told Siri yet that her stalker was already very much dead.
Zephyr and his new girlfriend took care of that.
I watched on the cameras as he shadowed the abducted girl, guiding her hands down to slice open the stalker’s—Roman’s—chest after Deaton and Zac lifted the unconscious guy onto the vacant slab, shackling his wrists and ankles.
Looks like my brother is a killer after all.
I ran a facial analysis on the now dead stalker and sat back in shock.
Roman Murphy graduated two years before me and Zy.
His mom died about six months or so ago.
My mom and Siri went over there with casseroles, offering their condolences and extending their services to help in any way.
From what I remember, Mom damned near planned the entire funeral arrangements with a numb Roman on one side and Siri on the other.
He must’ve fixated on Siri, becoming fucking obsessed in his haze of grief, seeking connection. Maybe he was more obsessed than I am.
I’m just still in disbelief at how close a threat laid next to Siri. A few acts of kindness mingled with the aftermath of a parental death altered the man’s chemical makeup, changing a guy we barely remember from high school into a stalker and a killer.
Pulling her lips apart and smiling at the snort she makes, I can’t fault him for falling for this fallen angel in my arms. Unfortunately for him, though, she’s mine.
“Forever.”
Yes, Zade and Siri, forever intricately entwined. It feels poetic, predestined.
Was this not how it was for our parents? Was our mother not the lighthouse that guided him back to himself, as Siri does for me? Who could fault me for falling for her?
My arms tighten around her. I love my parents, but I won’t let them or anyone else interfere with what I have with Siri. It’s sacred, divine.
It’s the only thing keeping me fucking sane and I’ll kill to keep it.