Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Zayn
Tasting Wren on Sullivan's fingers was my new favorite flavor. If they could put it into an ice cream, it would make me come with one lick.
My body's response to Sullivan was both exciting and anger-inducing.
I thought Wren was the one, but then he rolled into town and made me feel things too.
One second I wanted to rip his throat out, and the next I wanted him to push me to my knees and shove his cock down my throat.
I wasn't one to be shoved to my knees, but I'd let him.
One of my favorite songs blared through the club, and I pulled Sullivan to the edge of the dance floor to dance. I moved behind him, wrapping an arm around his stomach.
He was stiff, and I let him go, moving to the front to face him. "Two left feet?"
"No," Sullivan grunted, his movements stilted but at least on beat. "I'm already fucking hard. I don't need your dick against my ass."
My eyes slipped down his muscular body that looked good enough to eat in a tight black t-shirt and dark wash jeans. He was packing some heat behind the zipper, and I stepped closer, my hand snaking around to his lower back.
Our bodies swayed together, and he started to sink into the movement, letting my dick brush against his thigh.
I'd never considered that I was attracted to men too, not having any opportunity to explore my sexuality before escaping my family.
Sure, there had been other families, but I'd grown up with those people and the few around my age did nothing for me.
I looked over at the table to find Wren was watching us, her eyes dark with desire. I wanted her between me and Sullivan, not sitting by her lonesome. Anyone could dance if they bent their knees a little.
Releasing Sullivan, I went to the table and downed the rest of my drink. "Wrenny, come on." I grabbed her hand, and she squealed as I practically dragged her the short distance to where Sullivan was.
"I don't... I can't." She stuck out her bottom lip in the cutest—and very out of character—pout, and I leaned in and nipped it.
"Sure you can." I pulled her flush against me and began moving. "It's like sex... but standing and with clothes on. You're very good at sex, so by deductive reasoning, you should be good at dancing."
She giggled and looped her arms around my neck.
"I think I drank that drink too fast." Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of my neck, and I buried my face in her neck, kissing her softly.
She smelled amazing, and if there weren't hundreds of people around, I'd have stripped her bare and ate her right on the dance floor.
What I really wanted to do was show all the eyes that were staring at her ass that she was mine. Her skirt clung to her in all the right places, and I smoothed my hand down to her ass, digging my fingers in. Sullivan watched, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
I raised my eyebrows in question, and he sighed before moving behind Wren. The backs of my fingertips brushed against his cock as he pressed against her. The music was loud, but I could still hear the low growl from the contact.
This was exactly what I needed; Wren and Sullivan surrounding me with their scent and touches. For a moment, it made me forget about everything over the past few days. It was when the world was quiet that I started playing everything on repeat in my head.
We danced for a few songs, switching positions every so often.
My dick was about to explode from all the rubbing and touching.
The alcohol was also taking effect, and my body started to feel tingly all over.
Harlow sure did know how to pour a strong drink.
One more and I'd be ready to take a dive in a bathtub full of melted ice cream.
"Sir." There was a tap on my shoulder, and I turned my head to find one of the security staff. "Mr. Wells would like to see Wren in his office."
"What? Why?" My hips came to a halt, my good mood suddenly hitting the emergency brakes.
"He didn't say. He said, ‘Find Zayn and tell him to send Wren.’" He was already walking away, and I rolled my eyes, looking right at the nearest camera.
"Boss man wants to see you." I led her off the dance floor toward the hallway entrance with Sullivan following.
"Sir." The security guard at the door stood in the way. "We have orders to only allow the woman down the hall."
I narrowed my eyes, my fists clenching at my sides. I'd already killed two men, it wouldn't hurt to kill a third. "If you think for a second-"
Wren put her hand on my arm. "Zayn, it's fine. Why don't you and Sullivan get us a private table?" She winked, and I damn near nutted in my pants at the insinuation.
"Your wish is my command." I pulled her in for a sloppy kiss and didn't take my eyes off her until the guard shut the door as she walked down the hall.
My mood was already picking back up again, and I turned to Sullivan, only for my anger to well back up. Some hussy had her hands on his chest, her calves flexing in her heels as she stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in Sullivan's ear.
Sullivan looked amused and raised an eyebrow, glancing at me before his face fell to a frown.
"Hey!" I tapped the woman on the shoulder, and she whipped her head around. My lips twisted into a sneer as I looked her up and down. "He's mine."
She bit her lip and took a step away from him, her hands lingering on his chest for a second too long. "I thought the three of us-"
"We're taken. Or are you blind?" I bared my teeth, and her eyes widened before she scurried off like a kicked puppy.
"Was that necessary?" Sullivan dusted off his chest.
"Well, you weren't exactly smacking her hands away!" I growled as I walked past him and toward the stairs to the VIP rooms. Frankly, I didn't care if Sullivan followed me.
Okay, maybe I did.
My heart was beating out of control as I walked down the hallway to the unoccupied room we usually reserved for business purposes and entered the code to unlock the door.
Before I could get the door open, Sullivan pushed me against the door, his hips pinning me in place and his mouth lowering to my ear. "Are you jealous, Zayn?"
My skin broke out in goosebumps as he ran his nose down my neck. My dick was already pulsing, but when he inhaled deeply, it nearly exploded.
"I'm not jealous." I tilted my head to the side and his tongue ran back up my neck to my ear.
"Sure you're not." He bit my earlobe, and I clutched the door handle. "Are you going to open the door or am I going to fuck you right here against it?"
Without hesitation, I opened the door and pulled him inside the semi-dark room. Our lips collided as he kicked the door closed, and I stumbled backward toward the sofa. Hands were everywhere and I was all too aware of Sullivan's dick as we fell onto the couch, him pressed down on top of me.
What the hell was I doing?
I shoved him off me, sending him with a thump to the floor. There was no way I could fuck around with him without Wren. What if she got mad and decided neither of us was worth her time?
"What the hell, man?" Sullivan sat up, his eyes narrowing. "You can't kiss me like that and then shove me off you."
Running my hands over my face, I stared up at the ceiling. "Wren."
"What about her? She'll come join us once she's done with Kingston." He grunted as he got to his feet and put his hands on his hips, which only drew my attention to the bulge in his pants.
"What if she sees us together and decides we don't need her too?" I sat up and adjusted myself. "She already has one foot out the door."
Sullivan threw up his hands and walked toward the minibar in the corner. He snatched a bottle of tequila and sat down at the table, swiveling toward me after throwing the spout from the tequila on the table.
"She isn't going anywhere." I licked my lips as he took a swig, his Adam's apple looking lickable. "If she does, then we follow her and drag her ass back here."
Now he was talking my love language. "We'd need to get a bed that has been properly outfitted for restraints."
He was on his second drink and started choking, his fist going to his chest as he coughed. I jumped up and ran to him, smacking his back. He shoved the tequila bottle at me as his coughing fit subsided. "Drink."
"I'm not going to get drunk and let you fuck me." I took a sniff and winced slightly as the strong fumes hit my nose. "We can't let her leave, Sully."
His jaw clenched and he cleared his throat. "I was joking about dragging her back."
I frowned at the bottle of tequila. "I wouldn't be surprised if you both left. It's not like I'm going to be around anyway." I tilted my head back and poured a long stream of liquid into my mouth.
Sullivan stood and took the bottle from me, setting it on the table. "It's going to be fine."
"I killed two men." Saying it out loud made it even more real, and I stumbled back a step, my fingers digging into my hair in frustration. "I didn't mean to."
Trying to think back to it, it was like a blur of red had washed over me. I hadn't even tried to stop my wolf from taking over. I'd gone straight for their throats.
"You were protecting Wren and your sister." Something dark passed through his eyes before he shook his head. "Our animal instinct is to do whatever it takes to protect our loved ones."
"You aren't scared of me?" I let him tug my hands free from my hair and he grabbed the back of my neck in a possessive grip, bringing our foreheads together.
"If anything, it makes me want you even more." His eyes darkened. "As infuriating as you are and all."
"How did this happen?" My breath caught in my throat as his other hand went to the button on my pants.
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips and grazing lightly across my bottom lip. I didn't know what it was about this guy, but his heated stare was like a siren's call.
Not answering my question, he undid my jeans and pulled my aching cock free. I groaned as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and began stroking me in firm pulls.
"Oh, fuck. Like that." My eyes closed and my hips rolled in time with his strokes. "I need more, Sully. Please."
His grip tightened. "Stop calling me that."
"Why?" I gasped as his thumb circled my crown, collecting the bead of pre-cum that had escaped.
"Can you let me jack you off and keep that mouth of yours closed? Unless you plan on getting on your knees." He released the back of my neck and began fiddling with his own pants. "Unbutton my pants and take my cock out."
"You're fucking bossy," I panted as I complied, whipping out his hard-on and starting to pump him as if I was pumping my own.
"Someone has to be in charge." His lips found mine, and before I knew it, we ended up back at the couch with me straddling him, both of our hands pumping.
Sullivan pulled my hand off his dick, bringing it closer to his face and spitting right in the palm. My balls ached as he guided my hand back down between us and around both of our cocks.
My eyes closed as my balls pulled up close to my body, the feeling of Sullivan's cock against mine enough to turn me into a two-pump chump. The fingers of his free hand jabbed in my hair, and he pulled.
"Look at me when you come."
My eyes flew open, and he tightened our grip on our cocks more. "Oh, fuck!"
Searing heat spread through my body and then ropes of my hot cum were spilling out onto our hands. Sullivan's head tilted back slightly, his lips parting and the veins in his neck straining. His release joined mine as he guided our hands up and down, milking out the last drops from both of us.
With a heaving chest, I released our limp dicks and started to move off of him, but he held me in place. "We should get cleaned up."
"Kiss me first." Sullivan's eyebrows knitted together. "I mean... if you want to. You know what? Forget it."
He started to shift to stand, and I put my clean hand on his chest, leaning in and brushing my lips across his. It was one thing to kiss him while doing the deed, but kissing him after? That implied other things.
I pulled back, my eyes searching his for what the hell we were doing. "Do you want me to um... kiss you again later?"
"If you want." Sullivan leaned forward and started to kiss me again when there was a knock on the VIP room door.
It didn't open, and I got up, grabbing a napkin off the table and wiping my hand before opening the door a crack to find a security guard outside. "Yes?"
"Kingston would like to see you and Sullivan now."
Normally it wouldn't have bothered me if Kingston requested my company, but I had been enjoying my time with Sullivan and had hoped Wren would be rejoining us.
What a way to ruin my post-orgasm bliss.