Chapter 49
CHAPTER
FORTY-NINE
Xavier
K illian’s at the very edge of control, a place he loves. But this girl is the one who pushes him into the danger zone.
He whips her again, the sound sliding through my flesh and wrapping around my dick, reviving it. I stroke myself slowly because I’m going to pace myself, have her again and then…
Then she needs to go the fuck home.
There’s too much unease in the air.
For a man like me, I notice it where others don’t. It hides in the unsaid, in the quiet moments.
“What do you think,” Killian asks me, softly, displaying her soft ass to me, pretty and red with marks she’ll feel for days.
I think you stopped just in time.
Killian looks at me, not smiling, but the satisfaction of almost crossing the line is thick in the air.
Her panties are lowered, her face on the ground, and she glistens before me, an offer a man can’t resist.
He starts fingering her, holding her open and stretching her. Then, after moving into position, he pushes his cock deep into her. He starts thrusting like a mad man, and it’s a sight I will never forget… The way she opens and stretches and clings to her. Suddenly, I know what I want, what I need.
Her ass. I want to plunge deep in there, as he fucks her hard and fast at the same time. A long double penetration of her, the two of us working her, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.
We can both play games. Me the softer, kinder, polite Mr. Scarsby that appeals to Iris’s gentle romantic heart. Killian the brutal master of intent, of using pain and discipline to bring out her hungry erotic edge, for her to be the brat that’s alive in her.
But then there’s this. The purity of us. Sexual beasts claiming their mate, over and over. Worship, need, love, lust—all the elements rolled into one. And as I watch Killian right now, that’s exactly what he’s doing.
He’s going to knot. I can feel it in the air, that change of pressure that brings that need out in me.
Killian’s going deeper, longer, rougher, and she’s moaning the low kind of moan of our girl in heat. She’s not, but that’s the fucking beauty of a mate bond. She can be induced to that moment of mindless, needful rutting, and there it is.
He slams once more and howls. She does, too, her pleasure so palpable, I could feed off it for weeks. But I need to be in there. I need my share, and he strokes hard, the knot slightly visible as he grinds down into her.
They stay, knotted, for moments, minutes, but he finally pulls out. Unable to be satiated, his cock is still hard. H grabs her hair, lifting it as he says one word. “Open.”
She does, and he pushes in.
That word ripples through me, and I come around behind her, grabbing her hips, stroking into her to get my cock wet, and I can’t help but marvel at how fucking tight she still is. The tiny shockwaves of her orgasm’s aftermath ripple over me. And I almost, almost sink back in.
I don’t. I move up, painting over her ass, and as Killian starts to stroke into her hungry mouth, I sink into the tight, wild canal of her ass. She’s so fucking hot.
You are fucking mine. Ours. Make no mistake, cupcake.
The the words are echoing in her head, so I start fucking her hard. There’s no slow build up. No time for that.
I’m caught in the magic of her. I’ve had hard-core erotic encounters where the sex was off the charts. And we had loving, long days in bed with Tamara, long before Emmie, long before Tamara showed her true colors. But there’s no experience that can touch what we have with Iris.
What I have with her.
She’s a conundrum, and I don’t think I can get enough. No matter what I do—we do—I can’t get enough. I’ll watch them and get off. Fuck, I’ll have her smile at me and turn instantly hard.
It’s her. I’m in fucking love with Iris.
Somehow, that revelation that doesn’t shock me at all. It’s been an inevitable slide to it from the moment I first danced with her.
I start to go harder, as deep as I can, and Iris pushes back, offering me her everything.
I can feel her start to come, the clenching of her muscles that consume her from every direction.
She takes me deeper, and I swell, slamming into her, faster, rougher, and it hooks out a wild response in her.
She slams back into me now, with every thrust from me.
And I rut her hard. My mind is gone as I knot.
Every part of me is alive with that zing of desire and ecstasy.
When I come, it’s explosive. My vision darkens, and for a moment, I think I’ve died and floated off to cloud nine. My entire body is numb with pleasure. It’s euphoric.
But when I tumble back and sensation claims me again, I continue to rock her on my knot, unable to let her go. Her whimpering sounds are pure music, especially since her mouth is still full of Killian, who’s been matching us stroke for stroke.
His eyes are close as he comes again, holding her head to him, and we use her as she uses us.
We’re one creature. A true mating. Together.
As we all come down and retract to our own selves, I’m shaking, because in the aftermath, we were tangled into one. A thing stronger than the sum of its parts.
It’s something that Killian won’t admit as he finally pulls out and tucks himself away. I pull her up into my arms to hold and soothe her until she stops shivering.
He may not want to admit his feelings for her, but know they’re there. My heart is all hers; it has been for a long time.
I just hope it’s enough to transcend the outside world and its pressures. But I don’t think so.
Killian leaves as Iris lies in my arms, under one of the towels we’ve used for blankets that I’ve pulled around her. I slowly undo the ties of her dress, and I pull it up to cover her again.
“I have to see the Monarch,” she whispers, voice a little slurred. “But Pen says I need rare rum to bribe her. My brother is making me see her about a mating proposal but…I can use it. I can use it for the Nightshades…for us.”
Hush, sleep…
And she does, drifting off just as Killian comes back down, holding a bottle of whiskey. He passes it to me, and I take a swallow.
“What the fuck are we going to do?” he says quietly as he rakes nervous fingers through his hair. “We’ll ruin her and her family if we keep her.”
More like if they let us. They’re society. If we run with her, it’s not fair.
“So what do we do?”
Let her go, I think, but I can’t bring myself to say it.
I don’t know.
We drink quietly, letting her sleep. I tell him about what Iris had said about her brother’s forced betrothal, the upcoming meeting with the Monarch, and the need for rare rum. I tell him we need to stop this mate bond from happening, but all he says that it needs to be up to her.
And he’s right. It does.
It’ll be what she decides that will determine what we do next, but ultimately, the choice is hers.
I just hope she’s brave enough to make it.
Killian and I take turns napping ourselves, our body’s exhaustion too hard to ignore. It isn’t until the quiet hour between the night and dawn that I wake her.
You have to go home. I sign to her, but when she looks at me in confusion, I take out my phone instead. I type it out so that the robotic voice can talk for me.
She frowns. “But….”
“Here.” Killian enters the cellar room again, this time with the Siren rum in hand. Even I can hear the sadness and regret in his tone. “For your appointment with the Monarch.”
I try to tell myself that if she chooses to mate with an Alpha from the Upper Side, it’s for the best. It’ll be okay, and Killian, Emmie, and I will just move on with our lives the way we have always planned to do.
But I know… I know that no matter what happens after today, my heart will forever and always be hers.