CASPIAN
The soft, morning light spills through the window as I climb out of bed.
As much as I want to stay here today, there are always things I need to take care of here in Foxhollow.
Besides, Blackwell was awkward enough last night.
I don’t want to make him think too hard about what to do if he wakes to find us still in bed together.
It is hard to leave him though—the light is drenching him in gold.
He’s on his stomach, hugging the pillow, hair messy and unbound—looking like a fucking vision.
My eyes drift over his back. His body is covered in scars and, like mine, his back a crisscrossed hell of lash marks.
Following the lines lower, the sheet sits low on his hips, teasing me with just barely a glimpse of his perfect ass.
I tell my cock to calm down as I yank on my pants, knowing I need to leave or I’ll just end up crawling back under the sheets with him.
I make sure there’s coffee in the kitchen for him and head out in search of Carter and Van.
The rest of the day my thoughts are far from the tasks keeping me busy.
They kept drifting through yesterday—the look on Blackwell’s face when he saw his sister was alive, the look of disbelief and tentative happiness over dinner with his family—I couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off my face all day. Then of course there was the sex—
Goddamn .
I was semi hard most of the day because the vision of him on top of me, remembering the unrestrained passion all over his face, it all kept popping into my head. Not to mention watching him come— fuck me .
The day couldn’t end fast enough and as the sun sank behind the mountains, I just wanted to go find Blackwell. My plans were ruined when Carter said everyone was going to the Fox kiss people they like,” I say sarcastically.
Blackwell steps towards me but he’s still just out of reach.
“You’ve fucked him before haven’t you.” It’s not a question, but I answer anyway.
“Aye, many times actually. ”
Now I’m just being bratty but I can’t seem to stop.
I’m enjoying the look of possessive anger on his face too much.
That, and the internal struggle he’s obviously having right now about whether or not he has any ground to stand on in staking his claim on me.
I’m not about to make it easy on him, of course.
“Were you going to tonight?” He’s practically boiling over with barely contained rage.
I tilt my head at him, trying not to let my amusement shine through too heavily, but I can’t resist the small smirk that tugs at my lips.
“What’s it to you?” I ask. “I thought you didn’t know how to do this? Why does it matter if I’m with other people?”
That seems to frustrate him more because he simply stares, his jaw twitches in irritation.
I shrug. “At least Carter knows what he wants.”
That snaps him out of it. Blackwell’s hand curls around my throat as his body presses against mine.
“Carter can go fuck himself from now on,” he breathes.
My eyes sharpen and my lips turn into a wicked grin.
“Then you better be fucking crystal clear with me right now, Blackwell,” I warn. “Tell me what you want.”
His fingers tighten slightly and he’s breathing harshly through his nose. I’m provoking the devil, and it’s lighting me the fuck up.
“Where’s the man that takes what he wants?” I push into him and my hands land on his chest, curling into the fabric of his shirt. “Tell me what you want.” I breathe each word carefully, letting the words seductively fall off my tongue as I drive them home.
Blackwell’s hand slides up until he’s gripping under my jaw and drags me towards him until his lips hover just above mine. His eyes are blazing pits of darkness I’m about to throw myself into willingly, because I’ve never felt as alive as I do right now.
“I don’t share,” he seethes. “You’ve given me a taste of you and now I want to keep you all to myself.”
Jesus Christ . I swear my knees nearly buckle at his words. I can feel my cock growing hard in my pants. He apparently can too because his hand roughly grabs me. I stifle a moan.
“No one else gets this cock,” he states. “That’s what I fucking want, Caspian.”
James yanks me closer by my neck and his lips collide with mine. His kiss is hot, commanding and all-consuming. All my thoughts leave the moment our tongues tangle. He tastes like rum and ruin. He’s everywhere, dominating my every sense as he demonstrates just what he means by his words.
And I’m fucking here for it .
My hands grip the fabric of his shirt in a death grip, pulling him closer to me with equal ferocity.
He breaks the kiss, panting as he catches his breath.
I have only a moment to see the utter destruction in his eyes before he turns me around and shoves me into the wall.
His hands work my pants, ripping them down just enough.
His hand appears in front of my face. “Spit,” he commands. “Get my hand nice and wet cause that’s all you’re getting.”
Holy hell. A shiver of need wracks my entire body and I do as he orders. His fingers find my ass and push into me, surprisingly careful despite the vibrating aggression he’s wrapping me up in. His head presses against me and he leans in, his breath hot on my neck.
“Last chance to run back to pretty boy.” I hear the sneer in his words, nothing more than gravel in his throat. I shove my hips back and light the goddamn fuse.
“Show me what it means to be claimed by you.”
Blackwell makes a feral sound and works his way inside me.
The pain is there as he pushes past the resistance but I grab hold of it, reveling in it as I relax into him.
His teeth sink into my neck at the same time his hand wraps around my cock.
He jerks me hard, his other hand curling over mine on the wall, locking our fingers together.
The way his breath is ragged is driving me insane.
He’s so unbelievably hard as he thrusts inside me again and again.
“Fuck—God fuck—”
An embarrassing whimper escapes as he pounds into me.
He’s hitting that spot ruthlessly again and again until I can’t see straight.
The beginning of an orgasm is building and I know it’s going to wreck me.
His hand slides to my hip, digging into my skin.
The pain has quickly morphed into immense pleasure and I can feel his, just as potent as I can feel mine.
His hand slides to my neck again and he yanks my jaw around, sealing our lips together in a messy kiss that’s all breathy pants and sloppy tongue.
“This tight hole is mine,” his words are barely words. “ All fucking mine. Say it—”
“Yours,” I choke out.
“Fuck, you feel good around my cock—so tight. Desperate for my come—”
“Only yours,” I manage before I lose control and all awareness of what sounds I’m making. I come hard—fire racing up my spine as he thrusts through my orgasm.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Your pleasure is mine and only mine.”
His words choke off and I feel him swell, his movement grows sporadic and he comes deep in my ass, shallow strokes that make me feel like I’m still coming. I’m shaking, gasping in air—our pleasure seems to go on forever.
I come back down slowly; aware of his thumb absentmindedly tracing soft circles along my jaw where his hand rests loosely on my throat.
His forehead is against my shoulder and he draws in great shuddering breaths like he’s coming up for air.
I’m not much better. My cheek is plastered against the wall.
He’s still inside me but when he slips out, I groan at the loss—not wanting this to end.
Blackwell steps away and the cool air hits my damp shirt that’s stuck to my back. His hand has slid to my shoulder and his fingers fondle my ass before trailing between. His fingers push inside me as he drags his come and methodically pushes it back in.
The action leaves me breathless, afraid to move and break the spell I feel like we’re under.
Each time his finger is hitting my prostate and after a few passes, I moan, shoving my hips back shamelessly.
He keeps going, and before long my hips are pushing back on his fingers, chasing the pleasure he’s drawing out of me.
I didn’t think I could come again, but the build-up catches me off guard, and before I know it I’m plummeting off the precipice so steep I swear I black out for a moment.
I let out a string of curses, scrambling against the wall as my orgasm utterly destroys me. I have no clue how long I’m slumped against the wall. I’m sucking in air like I’ve never taken a breath in my life.
“What the fuck —was that ?” I gasp out.
A rumble of a laugh sounds close by. I crack an eye to see James staring at me with a reverence that momentarily causes my breathing to stumble.
“You’re wickedly stunning when you come,” he says quietly.
There’s no hint of embarrassment or hesitation when he says those words.
To my surprise, he peels off his shirt and tosses it to me to clean up with. After we’re presentable again, he steps into me, his eyes sharpening.
“I mean it—no one else gets to have you.” His thumb passes over my lower lip. “I may not know how to do this but I’m going to figure it the fuck out.”
“I think it’s safe to say you’re doing pretty good so far,” I say dryly.
To my surprise, a smile takes over his face. It’s a small one but it transforms his features, and I’m entirely swept away, caught up in studying every little feature brought to light. I realize right then and there I want to spend the rest of my life chasing that smile.
“You should do that more often,” I say, a little breathlessly.
He lets me go and walks off towards the main road. “Don’t get used to it.”
Too late. I think as I follow after him. Much too fucking late.