7. Zeiden
SEVEN
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The alert on my phone told me my brothers were back. Daisy had me confused. So many feelings that I didn’t know how to feel were winding themselves around the cavity in my chest that shouldn’t have any more space in it. Shouldn’t be able to hurt.
I looked over at her sleeping figure and tried to pull out my arm from under her. Here I was, Zeiden Rossa, third in command of the Spectors, stuck in my bed because of some little weepy girl. Except she wasn’t just a girl. She was a woman who might need me. Might want me. Might see me.
She let out a little squeak and I paused, but when she took a deep breath, I knew she was still sleeping. I moved my arm out the rest of the way and looked around at the bed. I grabbed my pillow and tried to slide it under her arms, making her hold it like she’d been holding me. I picked up her wrist gently and paused when she made another noise, and I stood there hunched over, waiting. When I was certain she was sleeping still, I wrapped her arm over the top of the pillow.
There. She’d be fine, at least while I was in the other room. She was safe here. No one could harm her. No one but me anyway, and I didn’t have a lot of fight left in me when it came to her.
Fuck though. A virgin? That was sort of a thing. Like an attachment thing. You never forgot your first. I kind of wanted to, but nope. That bitch would always have that part of me, even now after she’d been rotting away in the ground for years.
I scratched at my five o’clock shadow. I really missed my goatee. That shit was coming right back now that I was done playing dress up.
I stepped out of my bedroom and closed the door quietly behind me.
“Hey there, Zeid. Everything good?” Cas asked as he held Rylee in his arms. She was giggly and tracing little hearts over his shirt, and for once, I wasn’t angry or jealous or even a little irritated. I loved that she loved my brother.
I looked back at my doors.
“Uh. Yeah. I got all the camera feeds downloading here. I also have a lot of audio, but it could take hours to parse out anything that might be useful. The facial recognition software has been able to match most of the players tonight based on jaw lines, lips, eyes, but the masks work well enough that there are still some I couldn’t identify.”
When X started closer, I backed up, making sure the doors stayed closed.
“Whoa there, sweetheart. What’s with playing guard? I just wanted to cross reference someone I think I recognized by something he said.”
I shook my head.
“Right. I’ll grab my iPad.”
X eyed me and Cass stopped dead in his tracks.
“What?” I didn’t make a move to go back in my room though.
“Oh my god. Zeiden, do you have a girl in there?” Cali asked as she flopped onto one of the sofas.
Fuck if I didn’t freeze.
“No fucking way. Seriously, Zeidy baby? You have a girl in there?” Xander looked over my shoulder like he was going to get by me and through the door.
“Fuck off, Xandy. Maybe I do. And maybe she was a huge help in identifying some of the names of those rich fucks.”
The whole room was dead quiet. Something I’d like at any other time.
“You stole one of the wives from the party?” X’s face split into a smile.
I ran my hand over my face.
“One, no. Two, there were more than just wives, mistresses, and fiancées. There were daughters too. And before you fucking ask, yes, she’s legal. I already ran a background check.”
That got a long whistle from Cas.
“You already checked her out and she’s still here? Shit, Zeid.”
As if on some queue from hell, the door behind me clicked as it opened and a small hand slipped into mine.
“Zeiden? Are these your friends?”
I pushed her back inside and slammed the door behind me.
“No. Just no. I am keeping you all to myself. If they get involved, then shit just gets real. No. They don’t get to have you.”
There was a knock on the door and I ignored it.
“What? What do you mean they can’t have me? Is that an option? You never did ask why I’m all about throwing myself at you. Anything and anyone has to be better than losing my virginity to an asshole at least twice my age who wouldn’t have a care in the world. So, if you don’t want it?—”
I grabbed her neck and pulled her lips to mine, shutting her the fuck up.
Every damn word she said tainted my vision pink until finally all I saw was red. My damn jaw was aching, but her lips against mine? Her words cut off? Nope, I was still fucking pissed.
I pushed her backward, the hand around her throat giving her zero room to protest. I stopped when her ass hit the bed and there was nowhere else to go.
I let her breathe for a moment so I could scold her.
“No. Not a fucking option. They both have wives. Or, well, will both have wives in a matter of a few days. And no, not an option even if they didn’t. You are mine, little dove.”
I could feel the air as it passed through my hold on her throat. Just tight enough that she could breathe, and that she wasn’t saying much.
“Zeid, come back out here. Bring the little cutie too. We’re making snacks.”
X’s voice held that same air of nothing is serious, and normally it didn’t bother me. They could do no wrong. But right now?
“I’m going to fucking gut you and make you watch as I strangle you with your own entrails, you prick,” I yelled over my shoulder.
I could hear him laugh because here, the doors were not soundproof.
“Zeiden?” She started to claw at my hand and I released her.
“What? What, Daisy?”
My chest heaved in air like I’d just run a damn marathon. But I hadn’t. No. I was just… Fucking hell. I was jealous. I was angry. I was starved.
I kissed her again like I was desperate for a fix of the craving she was. Fuck. One taste had been my undoing, but a second? She was a damn drug.
My tongue played at her tight lips, prodding for her to open for me, and she did. She let my tongue in to explore and taste her. Hers tangled against mine as I let myself explore her body like I hadn’t before. She’d asked for it. She’d given me permission, and even if she hadn’t, she should be punished for making me want her.
My fingers slid over the tops of her thighs, pushing up the hoodie. I slid my hands around the backs of her thighs and lifted her on the bed, making her spread her legs so I could fit in between them.
I wanted her like I wanted my next breath.
I could feel the way her breathing changed under my touch with every inch I gained up her thigh to between her legs. When I slid the backs of my fingers over her pussy, her panties were drenched.
I broke the kiss to nibble down her jawbone to her neck, adding pressure to my hand over her panties, keeping her from exactly what she wanted.
Torturing her in my own little way.
“You’re already so needy. One orgasm, and you’re already the perfect little good girl for me.”
It wasn’t a question. It was fact. She responded to my touch like I was an on/off switch.
“Yes. Please, Zeid. Make me yours. Ruin me for anyone else.”
Fuck. My brothers were on the other side of that damn door. I kissed my way back up to her ear to whisper, “How quiet can you be, Daisy? I’d hate to share your first time with my brothers and their wives.”
I slid my other hand up the hoodie, grasping her breast.
“Fuck, you’re prefect, aren’t you?” I said as I rubbed my thumb over her nipple.
She was already pulling at my hoodie, already running those dainty, perfectly manicured fingers over my stomach, tracing the muscles like I was her work of art. And hell. The way she looked at me? I wasn’t so certain I didn’t feel like I was hers. Her art, because when I stared into those eyes, I realized just how much I wanted to be whatever it was she saw.
“I- I don’t know if I can be quiet.”
The innocence on her face should have been a red flag for any sane man. Lucky for her, I wasn’t that man.
“Let’s find out then.”
I slid her up the bed, yanking my hoodie over my head with one hand as we went. I grabbed the small knife that was slipped in the pocket of my sweats, because I was never without a weapon.
I flicked it open and heard her little gasp at the same time.
“What, what are you doing with that?” she asked. I wasn’t entirely sure I’d heard her right though. It was something about the tone. Was she breathless or scared?
“Would you like to feel cold steel over your hot skin as I cut away those ridiculous little strings you didn’t seem to care much about earlier?”
There was just enough light in here from my computer screens in the corner that I could see the way her tongue darted out over her bottom lip.
Fucking hell, was my cock hard. This was a shit idea. Such a bad idea.
And yet here I was, sliding the dull edge of the blade up her thigh just to see what she would do. Sliding it higher and higher until I felt the string in my way. The blade cut through the fabric in less than a second, and the elastic snapped in two.
I slid the blade over her stomach, pushing up the borrowed hoodie just to watch as I ran the tip over her soft belly, careful not to draw blood.
Her panties were free and I yanked them away from her, tossing them to the floor. God I wanted every inch of her.
“No one else gets to have you. No one.”
She nodded.
“Say it, dove. Say that once I claim you, no one will ever touch you again.”
Why was I saying this shit? Because my mind was gone.
When she didn’t respond right away, I ran the edge of the knife down, just alongside the soft folds of her pussy, waiting for the answer I wanted.
“Whatever you want, Zeiden, you can have. Just keep me safe.”
Safe?
“Sure, dove. I’ll keep you safe. I’ll kill anyone and everyone who has ever even thought to hurt you.”
I flicked the blade closed and tossed it aside as I pushed up the hoodie to her neck and bent down, no longer keeping myself from anything I wanted. I wasn’t going to stop, not now. I couldn’t.
I tried to adjust the way I was kneeling between her legs as my cock grew more uncomfortable confined in these damn sweats.
Just a few minutes longer. I would put myself through pain to make sure that she remembered every single second.
I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts, sucking in the taut peak. She tasted like what I’d always imagined champagne would taste like. Smoot and sweet.
My balls ached, and I broke away from her breasts to kiss down her stomach, loving the way she sucked in a breath as I did.
Now I knew where I was going. I’d been here once before and I couldn’t remember for the life of me why it would bother me that I would be the one that she’d remember forever. I wanted to be the one she fantasized about no matter where life took her.
At that thought, I lost the last of my control.
“Mine. No one will ever touch you again.”
I said the words out loud without meaning to, but it was no less true.
My hands gripped her hips tightly for a few too many seconds as I tried to remember myself, but there was no grounding me.
Instead I gave into my deepest needs for a creature that had called to me out of the darkness.
I lowered my mouth to her pussy, sliding my tongue between those smooth shaved lips. No doubt manicured for some man that would never appreciate her. Now she was mine.
I found her delicate little clit, flicking it with my tongue and loving the sounds she made. Taking two fingers, I slid them into her soaked core, finding her just as tight as she was earlier.
“Relax for me,” I said as I looked up between her legs.
Her nod was feverish, like the rest of her body.
I slipped in a third finger as I placed my lips back over her clit and licked and flicked and sucked at the little bud.
Seconds later, her core clamped down around my fingers and a small little scream tried to escape, but I clamped my hand back down on her throat.
I looked back up at her from between her legs as her pussy pulsed around my fingers.
“Uh-uh. Don’t you make a sound.”
I released her throat, letting her suck in air, watching her, and she brought my fingers to her mouth so she could suck on them through her orgasm.
“Are you ready for me, little dove? Are you ready for me to take the one thing that makes you worth something to those people, but is worth nothing to me if it wasn’t yours?”