Chapter 50
When my eyes open, I roll over and sigh as I burrow into warmth before freezing when I feel all the hard muscle.
Sitting up, I glare down at Neo, who is snoring, his arm thrown over his face.
Kane is behind me, facing the windows. The space between us where Bexley was is empty, and I panic.
Falling from the bed, I ignore their groans. She clearly wore them out.
I stride naked down the corridor, shouting her name. Our guards simply chuckle. I hear a few yelps as maids turn away, but they point farther down, so I continue.
I end up in the kitchen, sliding on the tiles and grabbing the doorframe to stop my fall when I find her. She’s making a mug of something. When she turns, surprise fills her eyes as she takes in my naked body and heaving chest.
“Zayn?”
“I thought you left,” I exclaim as I stare at her.
“No, I was hungry,” she replies.
I thought she ran again.
Covering the distance in four steps, I scoop her up and put her on the counter as I press my forehead to hers. “Don’t do that again. I woke up and you were gone.”
“Zayn,” she whispers, sliding her hands down my bare back to give me comfort. “I’m not going anywhere. Once I make up my mind, I never change it. You know that. I’m all in this now, until you annoy me, and then I’ll simply kill you.”
“Of course.” I sigh, pressing my head to her shoulder and letting my heart calm down. She lets me take a moment before smacking my ass.
“Okay, enough cuddling. Feed me,” she orders.
“Not yet,” I murmur as I kiss her. Her eyes stay on mine, wide before narrowing as she bites my lip. I hiss as I pull away.
“I’m hungry,” she mutters.
“So am I.” I slide my hands up her thighs, and she shivers under my touch. I love her reaction to me, and she knows it, her smile turning cocky as she leans back so my hands slide higher.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” she teases, playing with the edges of one of our stolen shirts and raising it until she shows me there’s nothing underneath.
I tighten my hold on her thighs. “You walked around like this? What if someone saw?”
“I don’t care—”
“I do,” I snap, interrupting her, and her eyes widen as I open the shirt, her nipples tightening in the air as I press my nails into her bare thighs. “If you let anyone else see you like this, I will kill each and every one of them. Do you understand me, carino?”
“Possessive much?” She laughs, trying to redirect our conversation, but I narrow my eyes and pull her forward so she tumbles into my chest.
“I mean it.” My voice is cold, and I expect her to be scared, but I should have known better. She simply smiles and leans into me, sliding her hand down my body so she can cup my hard dick.
“I can see that,” she murmurs. “You’re hot when you’re angry. I should piss you off more often.”
“Try it,” I growl, fighting not to thrust into her fingers, but then she releases me and lies back across the counter, parting her legs and showing me heaven.
“Weren’t you hungry?” She cups her pussy with her hand and strokes herself, moaning loudly for my benefit.
My muscles shake with the need to knock her hands away and take over, but I’m not letting her off that easily.
Her lips purse in a pout. Never one to lose, she reaches up and strokes her glistening fingers across my lips.
My tongue darts out, tasting her, and all my fury morphs into desire until I fall upon her like a starving man, making her laugh in victory.
I no longer care because I get what I want.
I bury my tongue in her tight cunt, and her laughter changes to cries of pleasure as I thrust it in and out until she comes all over my face, then I drag her down and thrust into her.
She’s still tight, even after her orgasm, and she cries out as she arches up for more.
Bending down, I lap one of her rosy nipples into my mouth, suckling until she bucks below me, taking me deeper.
Her sharp claws drag down my back before she bites my shoulder, leaving marks I’ll proudly wear.
Still, I don’t relent, fucking her hard and fast. I slap one palm to the counter, the other on her hip to lift her into a better angle.
Her pussy drips down my length as I twist my hips and slide my hand between us, slapping her clit. She cries out, but I don’t yield. Bexley comes again, but I don’t stop. I push her higher, knowing she can take more.
Her chest is red and her eyes are wild as she meets my thrusts, begging for more. Her moans are loud and unchecked, and I know everyone will hear what we are doing.
Good. Let them know who she belongs to, so the next time she walks around like this, they won’t look.
“Zayn!” she screams, gripping her perfect breasts.
The sight causes my balls to draw up. I fight off my pleasure, but it drips down my spine, demanding to be felt, and when she cries out again, I’m lost. I yell my release, dragging her with me until she’s coming again, even as I pump my cum deep inside her pretty cunt.
I want it to drip from her while we eat breakfast.
Slumping into her, I kiss her heaving chest as I recover. When my legs feel stable enough to hold me up, I straighten and carefully button her shirt as she watches me with amusement. Her soft expression is my undoing, and all my jealousy dissipates.
“Now feed me,” she demands breathlessly.
“Gladly.” I steal a quick kiss and step away.
That’s how my brothers find me ten minutes later, in nothing but a frilly apron as I cook breakfast for our girl.
They say nothing, but their amusement is evident.
Kane kisses her before he sits at the table, while Neo simply lifts her, sets her on his lap, and goes back to sleep, his head buried in her shoulder.
“We have some meetings today, hellion. Will you be here when we are done?” Kane asks casually, but I can tell he’s anything but. This is new territory for us, and we are trying our best not to give her orders or control her, but we all want her here at all times, just like before.
“I have to work today,” she says, “but if I finish at a normal time, I’ll come after.”
“You should just move in,” I interject. “Our house is big enough. Bring Taylor and Lauren, then we don’t have to spend time apart.”
“I like my house,” she scoffs, “and my streets.”
“Then we’ll move in with you,” I reply as I plate breakfast and sit opposite her.
“Like fuck you will. I agreed to date you, not marry you.”
“Same thing,” I reason as I prop my head on my hand. “You’ll figure it out eventually.”
“Crazy, all of you,” she grumbles, but she starts to eat. “Look, I plan to have my own life. We’ll find a middle ground, but don’t push it too much.”
“Not yet,” Kane agrees, “but one day, you’ll wear our family ring, so you might as well accept it.”
“I will still stab you,” she warns, pointing a fork at us.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Kane winks, covering the knife with his hand. “And we both know I enjoyed it. Go ahead, hellion.”
“And everyone says I’m crazy.” She drops her knife and fork. “I’m off to work.”
“Enjoy hunting,” I call with a wave.
She flips me off but kisses my cheek. “Enjoy being warlords,” she responds before she walks out of the door.
I watch her go until Neo, who woke when Bexley got up, glares at me. “Did you not cook us breakfast?”
“Make your own,” I scoff, stealing some scraps from my girl’s plate. “She is the only one I’ll cook for.”
“Favoritism,” he grumbles. “Fine, I have court anyway. See you later.”
Kane watches him go and then glances at the mess on the counters then me. “Clean up your mess. Don’t let the cook see her ass print on his counter.”
Laughing, I slap his shoulder as I get up. “You’re just jealous, old man.”
“Damn right I am. I want her for breakfast too. You’re right. We need her to move in.”
“Baby steps,” I caution as I grab the cleaning spray. “She’ll move in eventually. We just have to make her think it’s her idea. Don’t worry, brother. I have a plan.”
“That’s what worries me.”