Chapter 38
Iturn on my heels and walk into the bedroom.
His name pierces something in my chest, and a wave of nausea sends me rushing to the bathroom.
I grip the porcelain sink and stare into the mirror.
My white hair falls past my shoulders, and I look into my own eyes, the icy blue of my gaze resembling glaciers behind my eyelids.
I take a deep breath and hold back the feeling of betrayal that threatens to tear everything apart, but my heart pounds against my ribs. Shaw, my friend for over a decade. Betrayal stings me like poison.
How can I do this?
I lift my fist, fully prepared to drive it directly into the glass reflecting my misery back at me, but I pause.
“You can do this,” Crew’s deep voice whispers as he walks into the bathroom, turning me to face him. “You are stronger than they are. You can play this game and win.”
“I want them dead.”
“And we will do just that when the time is right,” he says, gripping my waist.
“What if I can’t hold back?”
He leans in, kissing my forehead. “Then I will be there to steady you, and when the time comes, I’ll be there to help you do what needs to be done.”
His lips travel from my forehead to my mouth, filling me with his taste.
“You can do this, Mara.”
“I can’t.”
“You can,” he responds. “Stop doubting yourself, and start accepting that you will stay strong even while the world around us crumbles.”
A delicious, velvety smoke envelops my soul as I tilt my head back to receive more from him. His tongue sweeps through my mouth completely. He pulls back, biting my bottom lip, and I wrap my arms around his neck, resisting his attempt to pull away from me.
I move my hands to his chest, slowly lowering them toward his dick. I already feel it growing harder against me, and I lean forward to kiss the softest part of his neck. A growl leaves his lips as I unbutton his pants, sliding a hand into his briefs.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand away, “We don’t have time to do the things I want to do to your delicious body.”
I huff at the rejection while he kisses my neck. “You are joking.”
“I’m not.” Crew leans back, closing the door with one hand. “But I’ll always find time to make you come undone.”
His hand moves to my stomach, mimicking the same maneuver I just performed, sliding down one inch at a time until his hand slips into my pants, causing a gasp to escape my mouth. A tingle travels up my spine as his rough hand ventures lower.
I gaze at him through my lashes, and a growing need settles deep inside me. He leans forward, kissing my jaw and neck as his hand slides lower, nearly touching the place I’m desperate for friction. I release a low moan, and my legs tremble.
“Do you want to come, Mara?” Crew rasps, as his fingers nearly touch my clit.
I suck in a breath and arch my back. “Yes.”
“Then spread your fucking legs for me,” he demands, kissing my neck.
I hesitate and mock him, staving off the urge to lose control. “But—” I moan. “We should get going, right?"
He pulls his head back, glaring into my eyes with an intense need. I slowly trail my hands up to his shoulders and through his hair, teasing him with just my touch.
“Let me touch you,” he begs. “I know you want my fingers inside your pussy.”
I hiss as he teases me.
“I can feel your desire like it’s my own.”
I grip onto his hair and part my legs. My core throbs for him, and he moves his fingers lower until he reaches the wetness that’s all for him.
Crew doesn’t break eye contact as he slides his fingers deep inside, bending them so his fingertips hit the most sensitive part of me.
He begins moving them back and forth as my head tips back from the sensation.
Crew’s opposite hand wraps around the back of my neck, tangling in my hair, and he moves my mouth to his.
“Fuck, Crew,” I moan, as he slides another finger in, going deeper.
“Better be quiet, blood slinger. We have company,” Crew rasps into my mouth. “And I don’t like sharing.”
Another moan attempts to leave my throat, but Crew’s mouth crashes against mine, muffling my sound of pleasure. His fingers work in perfect unison against my body, and I find myself moving my hips against them. He slides a third in and pulls me closer.
I close my eyes, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of Crew’s fingers. The bond screams between us, and stars dance in my vision. He slides his fingers out of me, taking the opportunity to rub delicate circles on my clit.
“Open your eyes,” he demands. “Watch me fuck you with my fingers.”
I inhale sharply from the change in pace and dig my nails into his shoulders.
Crew’s opposite hand moves to my lower back, tracing each groove of my skin, all while working his other hand against me.
I open my eyes to find his gaze still burning into me, watching me fuck his fingers.
Crew’s dick is hard against me, but this moment is about me.
“Come for me, Mara,” he whispers in my ear. “Soak my fingers.”
Another moan leaves my throat, but I muffle it with my own hand, wrapping it around my mouth. Crew slides his fingers back inside me, keeping his thumb on my clit and rotating it gently. His other hand continues to travel up my back and lands on my shoulder blade, where my wings unfold.
He thrusts his fingers inside harder this time, and I’m seconds away from losing control. He adds a finger, hooking them again, and I feel the orgasm building in my core like a bright light ready to explode.
“Crew,” I barely manage to get out. “Don’t stop.”
His thumb presses hard against my clit, and his hand traces circles around my shoulder blades, sending another insane sensation crashing through my body. With a final push of his fingers, he enters me, and I come undone.
I begin to moan loudly, but his opposite hand wraps around my mouth, muffling the sound of pleasure that fills the room.
My hips grind against his hand, upping the friction as my orgasm slams in my chest. He releases my mouth, moving his hand down my back, pressing my hips against him as I ride the pleasure until the last second.
My head falls back, and Crew kisses my jaw, gently biting as he travels down my neck.
My eyes slowly open, heavy with lust, and my heart thumps.
I look at Crew, and pitch-black eyes replace his metallic ones.
A wide smile spreads across Crew’s handsome face as he slides his fingers out of me.
He takes the opportunity to pinch my clit one last time, sending another jolt through my pulsing body.
I watch as he moves his fingers to his mouth, licking the wetness off each of them.
“Watching you come is the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” Crew says, licking his lips.
My chest rises and falls rapidly as I pant, attempting to catch my breath.
“Next time it won’t be my fingers you soak either,” he smiles, and another shock rushes to my core.
My breathing steadies as my orgasm fades, and he kisses me before buttoning his pants that I never got the chance to pull down. His eyes slowly return to normal as he calms.
“We’re going to leave our things here for when we need to return,” Crew says, before crossing the threshold with a wink. “We should get going.”
Crew walks back into the living room as if nothing happened. Meanwhile, I’m disheveled and still dazed. I adjust myself, smoothing my hair in the mirror, and give myself a pep talk to act as if Crew didn’t finger me silly seconds ago—even though I know Damien isn’t an idiot.
Horny skank.
I clear my throat and walk out of the bathroom, picking up a few things on my way. Crew and Damien talk in the living room, and I straighten the bed, place a few things in the dresser, and do what I can in the few seconds I have to make this place look a bit better for when we return.
“They are waiting,” Damien says from the other room.
“I know,” Crew responds, and I walk over to the door to listen. “Had to take care of something.”
Damien sighs and begins to pace again. “I’m worried, Crew. Your dad could ruin everything if he finds out about this.”
“He won’t,” Crew snaps.
I step around the corner, and their conversation fades. I stare between the two men with their large wings spread, and I feel like I need to pinch myself. Never did I imagine I’d be in the presence of two demons, let alone sealed to one.
“Feel better, Mara?” Damien asks, and my cheeks flush.
Crew bounds forward. “You are on thin fucking ice, Damien.”
Damien laughs and raises his arms in defense.
“It’s fine,” I say. “Damien is jealous, that's all.”
“Hell yeah, I am,” he responds sharply. “Do you happen to have a friend? I’m sick of only hanging out with Crew Grumpymin.”
“Actually,” I tilt my head, “I do. But she would eat you alive.”
Damien smiles. “Turns out I’m totally fine with that.”
“Come on,” Crew says, grabbing my hand. “We need to go.”
Damien trails behind us as we cross the threshold and step into the night air. The stars shine brightly, casting light around us, while the moon hangs heavily in the sky.
“Do you need a ride, Mara?” Damien asks, walking toward me.
Crew growls, stepping between Damien and me. “Do not touch her.”
Damien suddenly stops, and even I’m surprised by Crew’s reaction as his body towers in front of mine.
“Damn, possessive much?” he snaps. “That bond has you fucked up.”
Crew doesn’t move, only stares, challenging Damien to step back.
I move my head around his body, trying to diffuse the situation. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m good.”
I glance at Crew and watch as the fury of another man approaching me fades. I heard that the bond can be possessive, and that's what happened here.
“You need to rein that in, possessive pants,” Damien says, stretching his wings. “Or they will smell the seal on you a mile away.”
He’s right.
“I’m fine,” he barks. “Just don’t try to touch her again.”
Damien nods, glancing at me. “Off limits. Got it.”