Chapter 34 #2
“Sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his voice roughened with desire, sending even more heat straight through me.
“I couldn’t help myself when I found you splayed out for me like a feast.” He chuckles again, a sound that vibrates against me, and without another word, he dives back in, somehow both precise and languid.
I feel the faint scrape of stubble on his chin against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, and the roughness contrasts beautifully with the softness of his tongue, working together to push me closer to the edge.
A low moan slips from my lips once more, and I clutch the sheets beneath me as his hands grip my ass, spreading me as he deepens his attention.
His tongue flicks against my clit, and I jolt at the renewed burst of pleasure.
He does it again and again until I’m a writhing mess beneath him, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
Tension coils deep within me as he gives even more attention to my clit, circling, flicking, and I move against his face as I chase the release that’s just out of reach. “Please.”
Sylus growls, and the vibration of it sends shock waves through me, and I completely let myself go, lost in the sensation of his mouth. The room fills with the sound of my moans and the wet, obscene noises of his tongue as pleasure courses through my veins like wildfire.
I’m so close, so fucking close, and he knows it.
“Sylus,” I whimper a desperate plea. “Please… don’t stop.”
He doesn’t, pushing me higher until I’m hanging on the edge, barely holding on. His tongue lashes against my clit with an intensity that leaves me breathless. And then, with a final, exquisite flick of his tongue, I’m sent tumbling over the edge.
My orgasm sweeps away all rational thought, leaving only raw, unfiltered pleasure in its wake. I cry out his name hoarsely as I ride out the high on his face, every nerve alive and tingling.
As the last tremors fade, I collapse onto the bed, limp and sated.
Sylus crawls up the length of my body, then he grips my chin to tilt my head to the side and makes me look at him.
When his eyes lock onto mine, untampered hunger burns in his gaze.
His face glistens as a wicked grin spreads across his lips.
“Thank you for the late-night snack, baby,” he murmurs in a low rumble before capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I taste myself on his tongue, which sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.
His hard length presses against my thigh through his jeans as the heat of his body blankets mine before he rolls me onto my back.
I surrender to him entirely, my limbs heavy from the remnants of my orgasm.
His gaze locks onto mine again, and even in the dim light, I can see the silver gleam of his eyes, like a wolf hunting in the darkness, hungry and intense.
His breath comes in ragged pants, matching my own, as he hovers above me, his arms bracketing my head like a cage I don’t want to escape from.
My hand trembles slightly as I trace the line of his jaw, the rough stubble scraping against my fingertips.
The sensation sends a pulse of heat through me, making me clench around nothing, the ache between us almost unbearable.
His eyes flutter closed as he leans into my touch, a low groan vibrating in his chest. The sound pulls at something deep within me, stoking the fire that’s already burning out of control.
When his eyes open again, the hunger there is sharper, more consuming, and it steals my breath. It’s like looking into a mirror, the reflection of my own desire staring back at me, magnified by the intensity in his gaze.
My heart races, my body responding instinctively, arching slightly toward him. I want to speak, to say something that could capture this moment, this feeling, but my words are lost, tangled in the raw, electric charge between us.
Instead, I let myself feel him, his heat, his weight, the way his breath fans across my face. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating. I want more.
“Sylus.” His name on my lips is like a secret, a plea, a prayer. The wetness between my legs pools as my body continues aching for him, needing him.
He dips his head, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, teasing kiss. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I deepen the connection, pulling him closer, desperate for more.
His hips grind against mine, the friction against my thigh sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
As an invitation, I spread my legs wider, opening myself up to him completely. “Please.” My hips arch up to meet his, my body begging for him. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“Fuck.” His hands grip my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh with a delicious, bruising force. “There’s nothing I’d rather do, but the twins are sitting on your couch, waiting for us, and your door’s still open.”
I freeze, glancing over to see the door is, indeed, ajar.
They heard everything.
“Don’t blush, Sparkle,” Sylus murmurs with a wicked grin. “I’m sure Koen enjoyed every second of it. Wanna bet on the size of the boner he’s got right now?”
“Shut up.” I groan, pushing him off me, and he goes easily with a laugh.
I stand, pulling off the askew bathrobe, and reach for the nearest oversized hoodie, tugging it over my still-warm skin.
Then, I slide into a pair of loose shorts, making my way into the living room.
Sylus trails behind me, and as I enter the small space, I find the twins sprawled out on my pink couch with an enormous plate of sushi spread across the coffee table.
“Well, hello there.” Levi is already reaching for a piece with his chopsticks, glancing up at me with that familiar grin. “We wanted to eat with you, but I guess Sylus misunderstood the assignment.”
My cheeks heat up, and my gaze flicks to Koen, who’s watching me with a look so intense that I feel it down to my toes.
His eyes follow the subtle shift of my legs, and I press my thighs together reflexively.
He notices, of course, and his fingers tighten on his thigh, knuckles whitening as if he’s barely holding back from standing, putting me over his shoulder, and taking me back to bed to make me scream some more.
Sylus chuckles from behind me, so I glare over my shoulder at him as he walks past me, grabs a pillow from the couch, and settles on it, cross-legged on the floor.
There’s no space for me left on the couch, but before I can even consider where to sit, Sylus reaches up, pulls me down into his lap, and wraps his arms securely around my waist. His chin rests on my shoulder, and I shiver when he nips at my throat.
I don’t push him away this time. Instead, I let myself settle against him, and I realize how much I missed this.
Missed them.
The last two days have been mostly quiet, with only a string of lighthearted would you rather questions exchanged with Nicholas over text.
I worked my shifts at Euphoria, sure, but the rest of the time, I was either watching parkour videos or scrolling through old footage of Levi and Koen’s shows, only to realize I was obsessing over them, which is anything but healthy.
Then, I resorted to a season of MasterChef and finished that diamond painting of a unicorn. Somehow, all of that only made me ache for them even more.
I’m fucked.
“What are you guys doing here? It’s three in the morning,” I note, glancing at the clock. I don’t even bother asking how they got in. I know Sylus has his ways, and I’d already given him permission.
Sylus picks up a piece of maki with his fingers, holding it in front of my mouth. “Open,” he murmurs, teasingly nudging it forward. I oblige, taking in the whole piece and his fingers. He groans, shifting beneath me as his hardness presses against me.
Payback.
I reach for a piece, holding it up to Sylus’s lips. His eyes spark with pleasure about me feeding him as he takes it, his arms tightening around me, pulling me in even closer. The warmth of his body seeps into me, and I let myself sink into the comfort.
“Like Dove said.” Koen leans back on the couch. “We wanted to eat with you but thought we’d wait until you were done with work.”
“Yeah, and he said we couldn’t go in and watch you,” Levi adds with a mischievous grin. “So damn boring.”
“Okay,” I reply hesitantly. “That’s… nice.”
I guess?
Sylus places a gentle kiss on the top of my head, reaching for another piece of sushi, and I do the same, letting the comfortable silence settle in as we all dig in before eventually breaking it a few minutes later.
“Where’s Ezra?” I ask, glancing around, expecting him to materialize from some corner of the room.
Sylus chuckles. “Waiting in the car outside.”
“What?” I turn to gape at him. “Oh my God, tell him to come in. It’s fine.”
“Don’t worry.” Levi waves a dismissive hand. “He’s doing some work, and he’s got his own sushi. He’s fine out there, trust me.”
“And Captain Bossy?” I inquire a little more softly.
I haven’t heard from him either.
Levi and Koen exchange a look, something passing between them before Koen sighs. “He tried. Really, he did.”
“That’s still a win.” Sylus shrugs, his arm warm around my waist.
I nod.
He might not know it, but I’m proud of him too.
I notice a USB stick lying next to the plate on the table. I pick it up, turning it over between my fingers. “And what’s this USB stick doing here?”
“That’s no ordinary USB stick, Sparkle. That’s a USB Rubber Ducky.”
“A duck?” I turn my head to give Sylus a questioning look.
He chuckles, brushing a stray lock of my hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, it’s got a funny name, but it’s no joke.
It’s a penetration testing tool. A hacker’s best friend.
When you plug it into Veronica’s desktop or laptop, it’ll automatically run a script that gets me in.
In a few seconds, it’ll create a backdoor that allows me to access her files remotely. ”
Right, I have to get inside her home.
Shit.
“And then what? I plug it in, and…”