38. Kovu
Isqueeze my cock through my jeans. The sight of Crew taking what he wants from Camilla is way too fucking hot and certainly not what I was expecting when I brought her in here.
I thought they would yell at each other a little, maybe she would slap him. Hell, I was hoping for that last part. None of us can get away with it without him flattening us, but she could get away with murder with any of us. Except Kaos. He’s still a work in progress.
“Do you understand now, Camilla?”
He’s out of breath from their kiss, but I think he’s likely got his point across. When Rogers started talking to her about birth control, I was hardly surprised that she blew the fuck up. I would have been more surprised if she hadn’t, honestly, but this was a show I never dared hope for.
“No.” The word hangs heavy in the room, and he seems surprised that she would say it to him. I guess he’s not accustomed to hearing it, not even from the three of us.
“You don’t understand?”
She shoves him back, catching him off guard, and she quickly slips out from between him and the desk, using the solid wood as a barrier between her and the beast on the other side, clearly forgetting there’s more than one monster in the room. “No, I will not go on birth control.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her perfect tits up and making my hard cock ache even more. Jesus, if I don’t get inside her soon, my dick might actually fall off.
“Excuse me?” Crew growls.
“You heard me. My mother died of cervical cancer, you asshole. A cancer that is linked to birth control. So no, I will not pump my body full of fake hormones just because you say so.” Her words are tense, and emotion bleeds through the cracks she tries to hide from us. I wonder how long it will take her to realize we see through her.
Before Crew can formulate a response, she turns to me, her eyes dropping to where my hand is still rubbing my bulge through my jeans. She takes a deep, steadying breath before storming past me. “I’m ready to go back to my room. I need a nap.”
But she doesn’t wait for me to guide her, she’s out the door before I can even consider following her.
“Smooth, Crew. Real smooth.” I shake my head and trail after her.
She’s waiting by the elevator doors, her arms crossed and angry tears falling against her cheeks. Fuck. I never allowed myself to consider how fucking beautiful she would be when she cries, but her tears only make my raging hard-on press harder into the constrictive denim.
She doesn’t say a word as she jabs the button, and we step inside, swiping away the tears before they can fall to the ground.
It takes all my strength not to advance on her. Not to lift her into my arms and fuck her against the wall savagely. But the fact that she’s a virgin stops me. It doesn’t matter which one of us slides into her pretty little cunt first, it’s going to hurt. We’re all well-endowed, and more than that, none of us have a gentle bone in our bodies. But I’m the worst option. I’ll need her to bleed for me to be able to find my release, and that’s not something I can force on her for her first time.
Camilla’s out of the elevator before I can take my first step, and she runs straight into a hard wall of muscle.
Her eyes move up until she’s staring straight into Kaos’s disapproving gaze, and she recoils immediately. “Fan-fucking-tastic. You want to yell at me? Maybe kick me while I’m down? Seems I’m doing the round of assholes today.”
Kaos doesn’t get a chance to respond before she storms past him and down the hallway. I only know she’s reached the bedroom when she slams the door behind her, my lips tipping up in amusement.
“What’s got her having a temper tantrum?” he grunts.
“Crew.”
He scoffs. “Sounds about right.” He glances over his shoulder the way she went, and there’s a scowl on his face when he turns back to me. “What the hell is she doing off this floor? I thought we agreed she was to remain on this level where there’s nothing incriminating.”
I roll my eyes. “I was with her the whole time she was up there.”
He huffs, but I don’t miss him glancing over his shoulder again. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he’s worried about the little lamb. “What did he do?”
“Had Rogers hand her a bunch of birth control options out of the blue.”
His brows rise almost comically high before he chokes out a laugh. “Did she slap him?”
“No, I was hoping she would.” I chuckle. That would have been a damn sight.
Kaos sighs and leans back against the wall, his head resting against the plaster. “So I guess it’s decided then?”
“What?”
“That she’s staying. If Crew’s future-planning, he must be serious, which means I’m outvoted.”
I shrug. “I don’t know, K. This was news to me too.”
“Whatever.” He stalks off without another word, and I waste no time following after Camilla. I’m like a fucking moth to a flame with this girl, and I’m not fucking ashamed.
Inside the room, I find her in the chair that Bishop normally occupies, her knees pulled up to her chest and her face buried in them. Her gentle sobs fill the room, and before I’ve made the decision, I’m making my way toward her.
I crouch down in front of her and rest my hand on one of her knees. “Little Lamb?” I say as softly as I can manage, but my gravelly voice only allows so much softness.
“Go away,” she chokes. “I really want to be alone right now.”
I sigh, but I don’t move, keeping my hand in place so she knows I’m here if she needs me.
“Kovu, please,” she chokes out. “I don’t want you to see me like this. Isn’t it bad enough that everything has been stolen from me? Can’t I just have a minute of privacy? Please?” The plea falls from her pretty pink lips as she looks up at me through tear-stained eyes.
The sight of her is breathtaking. Fuck. Tears have always gotten me off. I can imagine that they’re as broken as I am as I fuck them so hard they sob harder. But Camilla’s tears? There’s no imagining it. She’s every bit as broken as I am.
Before I can stop myself, I have her in my arms, and I deposit her in the middle of the bed.
She’s too shocked to fight me, and I don’t waste any time as I crawl up over her, pinning my little lamb to the bed. Her scent envelops me, and I breathe her in deeply. It would be so easy to take her right now. To fuck her. To make her cry even harder. I want to fucking consume her.
My lips crash down on hers. The gentleness I’ve shown her since Bishop brought her into our lives flies out the window, and in its place is the savage beast everyone knows me to be.
I bite down on her sensitive bottom lip, knowing it’s likely still sore from where Crew did the same thing just minutes ago, and I fucking bathe in the pained hiss she lets out.
Her tongue slides along the seam of my lips, demanding entry, and I give it to her. I’ll give her any fucking thing she wants as long as she’s mine.
I grind my aching length into her lower belly, chuckling against her lips when she pauses mid-kiss at the feel of my hardness. “See what you do to me, Little Lamb?” I murmur against her pouty lips.
She opens her mouth to respond, the blush on her cheeks enough to have my cock pulsing. I need to set him free soon or I’m going to do some permanent fucking damage. But before she can get a word out, I drag my tongue across her cheek, lapping up the last of the tears from her soft skin.
Her wide eyes stare up at me, but there’s no fear in the deep gray abyss of her gaze. I could lose myself in her eyes over and over again, and I’d never want to be found. I don’t give a fuck how sappy that sounds, I just need her.
“Kovu.” She murmurs my name like a prayer, but she should know better than to pray to the devil.
Her hands move to circle my neck, but I quickly collect them in one of mine, careful to handle her broken wrist with care. As much as I like tending to my broken little lamb, I’m fucking obsessed with the fire she threw at Crew, and I want to see it every day for the rest of my fucking life.
Camilla’s eyes flare with uncertainty at being at my mercy, but I know she’ll love it once she gives it a go.
None of us are the right choice to take her virginity. Too bad for her, the only options are between these walls.