Chapter 34
Iwatch Zayn sleep. The lights in the room have been long since turned off, and the skyline outside the window glitters beautifully, but he’s all I see.
He clings to me, nuzzling closer and sighing happily, so I let him as I stroke his back and hair.
It took him hours to cool down enough to rest. I wiped him down with cold towels, but before I could get dressed, he was pressed against me.
I’m sure it’s due to the remnants of the drug, but he seems to want to feel my skin against his, and I don’t protest.
We had to keep wetting his body, and tomorrow, he’ll need to be checked by a doctor, but for now, we let him rest. I left Neo and Kane to deal with the bartender.
I could hear him screaming as they questioned him before they came out and told me he was dead.
Kane’s jacket was off, and there was blood speckled on his shirt.
The bartender didn’t know who hired him.
It had been done through a burner phone and cash drop, but the brothers will keep looking.
Between the mercs and the bartender, there are more trails to follow.
I should rest, but I lean back against the headboard, my chest still bare, and goose bumps rise on my skin since we turned the air conditioner down low to help Zayn.
I’m thinking out loud when my voice interrupts the silence. “What was their plan? Why drug him like this? Why not poison?”
I turn my head, meeting Kane’s sharp eyes.
He’s seated in an armchair next to the bed, the shadows giving him a menacing aura, but I know he’s awake.
I can feel his gaze, which never leaves me and his brother.
His fingers are the only part of him moving, tapping away on his thigh again, like I’ve seen before.
“They couldn’t risk killing him. Fear, I suspect. They knew if they did, we would never stop, but putting him in a compromising position and filming it? Blackmail. Whoever the mole is knows we would do anything for our family.” His voice is a rumble, dark and dangerous.
“Assholes,” I grumble as I look down, remembering what the man whose body currently lies in the tub said—no impulse control. Yet, as soon as I said no, Zayn stopped. My heart melts at that when Kane suddenly leans forward into the light, his eyes hard.
“You didn’t get a release. Are you okay?” he asks, his head tilting like I’ve noticed he does sometimes now after his ear injury from Butcher.
I blink, and my cheeks heat for a moment. “I’m fine,” I mutter. “I’m not an animal.”
“He wound you up and didn’t get you off. Come here.” He pats his thick thighs, but I ignore him. “Don’t make me come over there. If we wake my brother, I will be annoyed.”
Snarling, I get to my feet, and Zayn sighs, hugging a pillow. I freeze, but then he snores quietly again. When I’m close enough, Kane yanks me down into his lap so I’m straddling him. “Use me, Bexley. Get the release you need. You helped my brother, now let me help you.”
I glance at Neo, who’s asleep on the couch with his hand over his face, and then Zayn, but Kane grabs my chin and forcefully turns me back to him.
“Only look at me. Use me.” Grabbing my hand, he places it over his fabric-clad cock.
I can feel how hard he is, and I shiver from it.
My eyes drop to his lips, and desire burns within me, just like before.
I tried to ignore it, focusing on Zayn, but his hands and the feel of him below me had me on the verge of coming.
I was so close, and somehow, Kane knew. “I’ve already told you this body is yours. ”
Licking my dry lips, I try to stay focused, removing my hand. “We should have Dodge check the cameras.” My eyes flare wide when his hand covers my mouth.
“Enough,” he orders. “No work right now. Don’t focus on anything but me and this.”
“Kane—” I begin, but his hand slides down between my breasts, stoking my desire.
I didn’t put my blazer back on, Zayn wouldn’t let me, and now his brother takes advantage, caressing my skin until I arch up into his touch.
His lips tilt in a cocky smirk, and I try to move away, but his hand slides down my back, keeping me there.
He leans in and sucks one of my sore, tight nipples into his mouth, soothing the ache from his brother’s rough hands.
“Kane.”
His lips tilt up against my skin. “Shh, hellion, I’ve got you.
If you wake them up, I’ll have to share, and I don’t feel like sharing right now,” he warns, biting my breast until I gasp.
His words are possessive. I shouldn’t let them go, but I do because I need this too much.
I need to come, and he’s here. I know I shouldn’t, but all the lines have already been crossed.
What’s one more? Grabbing his hair, I pull his head up until his dark eyes lock on me.
I reach down and tear his shirt open. The pang of buttons hitting the floor is loud, but he doesn’t react.
“Hands on the arms of the chair. If you move, I’ll wake your brother and fuck him instead. ”
His eyes narrow, but he does as he’s told.
When I’m sure he won’t move, I release his hair and lower to my knees in front of the chair, licking down his neck.
I stop to suck the sensitive skin on the curve of his shoulder until his breath comes out in a shaky exhale.
Biting down, I wait until he hisses then soothe it with a swipe of my tongue and move on.
I follow this pattern over every inch of skin I can reach.
I wish the room were brighter, since I want to see his golden muscles, but I can feel them, and that will have to do.
His fingers curl into the wood, gripping as his head falls back.
His heavy-lidded eyes remain on me, burning with desire, and I lick and suck my way across his chest, leaving my marks as I wind him up until he’s just as needy as I am.
It’s all a power game between us, neither wanting to lose, but it’s also fun.
I tease him, running my tongue along the top of his pants. “Hellion,” he growls, and I know he’s close to snapping. I wonder how far I can push him . . . .
Opening the top of his pants, I slide my tongue inside, and that’s when I get my answer.
I’m yanked up onto his lap, straddling him again, and he rips off my pants so I’m naked, and then he frees himself.
The low light lets me get a look at him, and I swallow hard.
My pussy tightens at the idea of him being inside me.
He’s huge, slightly bent at the tip, and so wide, it’s going to hurt in the best way.
“Where do you even get underwear that fits?” I mutter, and he chuckles, using his finger to press my chin up until I meet his gaze.
“I’m glad you like me. I look good, but I feel better. Let me show you, hellion.” It’s his way of asking for permission, and that causes my last shred of control to disintegrate. There’s no room for hesitation or old memories between us. This is Kane. He would never take away my choice.
I lift and grab him with my hand, then I lower down until his wide tip is pressed against my entrance, making him grunt. “Then show me, or are you all talk, Sai?”
He doesn’t waste another second, grabbing my hips and impaling me on his length.
When I would have screamed from the sudden intrusion, he slaps a palm across my mouth.
I wiggle, trying to get away. He’s too big, too thick.
It feels so good, but it hurts, and he doesn’t let flee.
His eyes lock on mine as he drops his hand from my mouth, and those elegant fingers find my clit and attack.
He uses his knowledge of my body to make me whimper.
I’m still unable to move, feeling every hard inch of him and his fingers until the orgasm that Zayn began shatters me.
I cry out, and Kane drinks it down, watching me come as I shake on top of him, my cunt clenching his dick, and then he moves.
His hand is still between our bodies, so each hard thrust of his hips pushes my clit into his fingers.
The pleasure that was ebbing grows, spreading through me until I move with him.
I meet his hard thrusts with my own, refusing to let him have all the control.
We don’t speak, our faces so close our breaths mingle, yet we don’t kiss.
We just stare at each other, the eye contact more intimate than anything we are doing, and I am the one who looks away first.
I kiss him, tasting blood mingled with his flavor, then I deepen the kiss when we speed up, finding a fast, hard rhythm.
The chair rocks from our movements, a creak of warning reaching my ears, but I don’t stop, and neither does he.
Both of us have needed this for too long.
Sliding my hands up his chest, I twist his nipples before digging my nails into his shoulders as I ride him, wanting to come again.
The intensity of this fire between us should scare me, but I’m too far gone now.
It’s never been like this, this all-consuming need. Even the warmth of his hand on my ass drives me wild. Every sensation is heightened, until I feel like I’m the one who’s been drugged.
Breaking the kiss so I can suck in desperate breaths, I feel the need to regain control and put some distance between us.
I lean back so far, my arms stretch to their full length as I grip his shoulders.
He places messy, open-mouthed kisses down my neck then my chest as I gasp.
Our pleasure-filled noises are the only sounds in the quiet room.
I should have known he wouldn’t let me have control.
His hand grips my ass, urging me to move faster, as his mouth trails over every inch of skin he can reach.
Desire grows within me, becoming so overwhelming, I know it will swallow me whole. It terrifies me, but I can’t stop.
“Kane.” I try to slow us down, to give me a second to contain it, but he doesn’t let me.
He bites my chest, right above my heart, as his fingers press against my oversensitive clit and his cock hits my G-spot.
I detonate, losing my vision and hearing, coming harder than I ever have until I float away.
When I come back to the present, I’m limp in his arms.
“Good girl, hellion,” he praises, kissing my head as I shiver and shake. “You did so well. You looked so beautiful when you came for me.”
He’s still hard inside me, and then he stands, lifting me effortlessly as I cling to him, and my back is pressed to the bed. He rolls his hips, burying his length deep inside me as one of his hands presses onto the mattress inches away from his brother.
His fingers stroke down my face and then cover my mouth when I would speak, since Zayn is so close.
My breathing is choppy, my skin is slicked with sweat, and his brothers’ breathing fills the air over the slap of our bodies.
There’s a sigh, and someone turns. I freeze, but Kane smirks above me, rolling his hips until I bite his hand to contain my whine.
The bastard did it on purpose.
He does it again and again. I draw blood, my whimper of pleasure filling the air despite his hand muffling it, and I hear the moment someone wakes up. A creak lets me know they are on the sofa.
Neo.
Kane must hear it too, but he doesn’t stop driving into me with slow, deep, maddening thrusts that have me writhing below him.
“Bex, is everything okay?” Neo asks sleepily. I can’t see past Kane, so I shove his shoulder. He’s hard and heavy above me, refusing to move. Instead, he leans down, his lips close to my ear.
“Yes, hellion, is everything okay?” He punctuates his words with a thrust so deep, it makes me ache.
“Fine, everything’s fine!” I reply loudly, and he stills. We both wait, and when Neo’s breathing evens out, Kane chuckles quietly.
“Good girl. I’d be annoyed if I had to kill my brother for interrupting.” He lifts up, the shadows wrapping around him. The sight makes me clench, and he must feel it because he lifts my hips and fills me again.
Speeding up, he uses my body before pulling out and flipping me.
My head is pressed to the bedding and something hard—Zayn.
My face is against his leg, but I can’t protest because Kane is filling me again.
He thrusts into me from behind, the new angle hitting those nerves that have me biting into the bedding to stop a scream.
One of his hands slides down my back to my ass, parting it.
He circles my hole as his free hand grips my hip.
Clawing at the duvet, I lose it when his fingers slip into my ass.
I bite back my howl of pleasure as I come.
He grunts behind me, unable to pull from my body, and then I feel his release flooding me, buried so deep I feel like I’ll never get him out of me.
Waves of pleasure trap me until they finally ebb away, leaving me in the afterglow.
Saliva drips from my mouth to the bedding as I gasp, exhausted and so sated I float. I don’t even make a noise when he pulls from my body or cups my cunt, preventing his cum from leaving me.
When he picks me up, I let him move me around, too exhausted to protest, and when I feel Zayn, I bury my face into his back, throwing my arm over him as he sighs. Then, unexpectedly, I feel Kane slide in behind me, pressing me into his arms as he holds us both.
“Sleep, hellion,” he whispers into my ear. “Sleep and dream of us.”