Seventeen
Draven
T he second she’s out of my sight, I’m craving her again.
I don’t know how I managed to convince myself she could ever be something I’d fuck out of my system, but I should have known it was bullshit when the desire to touch anyone else went out the window the day she moved in.
Knowing she’s ovulating drove me crazy, and I went from flirting with the idea of impregnating her to downright needing it. Obsessively. Alex hasn’t touched her, and I’ve never been more thankful for his dumbass moral compass. All of her is mine, and even though I’m just a second born bastard, she’s one thing I’ll never have to share.
A voice in the back of my mind whispers the fact that she’s still marrying him, and I tell it to fuck off out loud. Nothing can take me down from this high, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’m in my car on the way to go take her again.
Marcellus let me know the second he got her home safe, and when he told me she went straight to the kitchen for some chocolate, I found myself grinning at the fact that my girl craves something sweet after good sex. I store that in my memory for later and sneak up to her balcony to wait for her.
The whole time I’m sitting in that chair, my brain focuses on the way she looked tonight. I was watching her the second she entered, that damn dress like a beacon stealing all of my attention, and the shy, timid way she avoided all eye contact made me smile. I liked seeing her that way, especially when she began to embrace the setting around her more the deeper she entered the party. My composure snapped when others began touching her, though. I refuse to share her.
Yeah, group sex can be great, but she’s been shared enough. It’s time she knows how it feels to be cherished. It’s time she knows how it feels when a man chooses her over everyone else.
And I choose her.
I’m fucking insane for it, for thinking there’s any way this doesn’t bite me in the ass when it’s all said and done, but with how my life has gone I think it’s time I take something for myself.
And she’s what I want to take, claim, and own. Not even my father will stop me.
The time we spent together tonight felt more real than anything else ever has. Even after we were dressed again, we laid down on that bed and talked about shit I don’t usually talk about. She’s the first person to show a genuine interest in my life, the first to ever have the guts to ask me about my scar, and because of that I wish there was a better story behind it. Telling her I got in a fight one night while coked out fell flat, but she relaxed a little once I let her know I quit that shit years ago. It’s annoying that I already miss talking to her.
I wonder what’s taking her so long to come up here.
With my eyes closed, I inhale her scent off my fingers, my cock hardening as I think of breeding her again, and as I reach down to adjust myself I hear her door click shut.
Finally.
I hear her release a deep breath like this has been the longest day of her life, and instead of waiting for her to maybe stroll out here and join me, I make my way inside to her.
Sorry, baby. But your night is far from over.
“Did you really think I was done with you, little keeper?”
She jumps, startled, but smiles softly when she sees it’s me. “I hoped not.”
I grab her face with both hands and kiss the hell out of her, grinning when she melts into it. “Did you enjoy your chocolate?”
“Were you spying on me?” she laughs, sliding her fingertips down my sides. “Creep.”
“I’ve been called worse things,” I joke, my hands roaming behind her to begin slowly removing her dress. “Do you still feel my cum?”
She nods slightly, bottom lip tucked between her teeth. “Mmhm. Can you still taste my pussy?”
“Yeah, but it’s only a tease now. I already need more.” To show her how much I mean it, I press myself against her to show her how hard I am. “All those naked people, and this right here is just for you.”
“So you didn’t touch anyone else?”
Is that hope I hear in her voice? Jealousy? Both?
Good. She was possessive with her Keepers, she better be with me too.
“No. I haven’t in a while,” I answer honestly, because the truth of the matter is those parties get boring after a while. I’ve stared straight through threeways of beautiful women while imagining this infuriating woman’s collar bone, so no, there hasn’t been anyone else. They weren’t what I craved. “Couldn’t you tell by how much I filled you up?”
Pouting, she reaches down to palm me. “You mean it won’t always be that much?”
Grinning, I lean in to nip her jaw and spin her around so I can back her toward the bed. “Only one way to find out... baby.”
She huffs a laugh, reaching down to place a hand over her stomach. “I think I like little keeper better.”
“As you should. It’s a special name just for you from me.” I undress her so I can admire her perfect body, internally thanking my brother for being whipped by the gardener. “We’ll shower after I breed you again, little keeper. And then I’ll do it again.”
There’s nothing but promise in my tone, nothing but excitement in her eyes. “So you’re not having second thoughts?”
Not about knocking her up. “Not even one. You?”
“Nope.”
“Good girl.”
The fact that she doesn’t have second thoughts about having a baby with a bastard has something weird straining in my chest. I know it’s for her own safety at this point, but still. It’s more than anyone else has given me.
With a grin, I spin her around and shove her face into the mattress, running my hands over her perfect ass as she lets out a moan. “Is this what you wanted to do the first night, Dray? Bend me over?”
“Yes,” I growl, slapping my hand down harder than I intended... or maybe I did. “Ass has been taunting me every single day.”
I do it again, this time slotting my fingers in her hair and gripping. I love the way her body moves.
Her head tips, back bows, ass bounces. “You can’t have my ass yet, baby. I need your cum in my pussy.”
She’s not wrong, and I think I’ve proven I know how to be patient when I need to be. “I’ll claim all of you in due time, but for now you’ll have my cum where your body craves it.” I slide my fingers inside and bite my lip when I feel it. “And this greedy little pussy needs more.”
It flexes around me, keeping me close, my fingers sucked in. She rocks back slowly, shaking her ass until I can hear how wet she is. “And you couldn’t wait until tomorrow, huh?”
“No.” My voice sounds more desperate than I meant it to be, but I can’t find it in me to care if this makes me vulnerable. Not right now. I tug back on her hair again. “It’s your fault. I can’t keep my fucking eyes off of you, and now that I’ve had you...”
I let my words trail off before I say too much, but she knows. Of course she knows.
“You can’t get enough?” she asks, letting out a sultry, quiet laugh. “It almost sounds like you’re mad at me, baby.”
Am I?
Yeah, I think I am.
Before she reared her gorgeous little head, roads were smooth. I was the expendable bastard, sure, but I knew my place in this hierarchy. I spent my days as an errand boy and my nights fucked up on whatever I could get my hands on. It worked. But then she happened, and I spent far too much time wondering where she was, whether she was giving Alex her smiles, or if she was smiling at all. It’s maddening.
“How can I not be? You drive me crazy.”
I curl my fingers and press her g-spot teasingly, holding there until she shivers. “How mad?”
“Want me to show you?”
She glances over her shoulder, hair falling onto her back in waves. “Yes. Get it out, baby. We have to hide in the daylight. We can’t do that if you’re mad at me.”
I’ll never stop being amazed by her, I just know it.
I take a moment to grab my belt out of my slacks and return. I’m proud of her for not squirming away while she can, and without waiting any longer, I line myself up with her pussy and shove myself in, needing to feel every clench of her as I take what I need.
“Do you have a safeword?”
“Peony.”
Come again?
“What was that? Pee on you? That’s not really my thing, beautiful, but if you really want me t—”
“I said peony, you weirdo,” she laughs, and god, it makes her pussy clench. “I clearly need a new one, so pineapple.”
I can’t help but smile. “You loved my cum that much, huh? Okay, pineapple it is. I’m going to wrap this around your throat, little keeper.”
“Wait.” She stiffens, fists curling into the sheets. “You...”
Shit. I snapped two necks in front of her. It would be easy with this, too. No wonder she’s hesitant.
“I’m going to need a little trust, Sullivan. I know that’s asking a lot, but I will not hurt you.”
I can’t. Not anymore.
It’s a shame I can’t see her eyes and the vulnerability there as she nods. “Okay, Dray. I do. I trust you.”
“Thank you. I won’t fuck that up.”
And I mean it. I’m a bastard that’s taken more lives than I want to admit. I’ve lied, stolen, broken hearts, but one thing I won’t do is take advantage of her trust.
I wrap it around and tug it back, waiting for her to mutter the one word that would stop this, but she doesn’t. Something tells me she won’t.
Wrapping it around my wrist, I use my other hand to keep her steady and begin moving, fucking into her teasingly slow and deep so she can get used to her back being bowed at this angle, and she adjusts almost too quickly.
Beautiful little cockslut.
She rocks back, rolling her hips and moaning my name. Not Theo’s, not Jake’s, not Alexander’s. Mine.
The things that does to me.
Unable to hold back, I start fucking her harder, the anger about the fact that she’ll never fully be mine showing with each powerful thrust. “Say. It. Again.”
She chokes, gripping the sheets tighter. Then I hear it. A sultry little whisper, barely audible over the sound of my hips slamming against her ass. “Dray.”
God, it’s better than any music, any song that’s ever blessed my ungrateful ears, but for this one thing I am grateful. I’m grateful I’m the bastard and not the prince, grateful I’m alone the one she sings for. She’ll wear his ring for now, but I’m the one she will long for. Not him. Never him.
“Sounds so fucking good leaving your lips, woman. You know exactly who’s ruining you.”
I slap down on her ass and tug back a little more, growling at the way it makes her pussy wetter. Slippery little cunt nearly gets away from me, but I’ve got her trapped. She’s stuck here, between me and my belt, right where I want her.
“Draven, fuck— fuck me harder.”
My fingers dig into her skin as I oblige, railing her so hard I find myself wondering if she can breathe at all, but it feels too damn good to stop. Good thing she’s strong. “Come on my cock, little whore. Show me how much you love being used.”
“Yes, Dray.” Her hand flies up between her thighs to rub her clit, and the way she shakes for me with that orgasm has my cock pulsing.
I wanted her to come without clit stimulation, but that’s a lesson I’ll take my time for. She feels too damn good to stop now. “Good fucking girl. You want me to fill this pussy again?”
I fuck her even harder, tug her back even further until she’s whimpering and squeezing my cock like a vice grip. “Please,” she begs. “I need more. Give me more.”
Poor baby’s in heat, and it’s my cum she’s begging for. It’s a miracle I hold off long enough to say anything at all, but I manage to grunt out an “I’m gonna come” before I slam deep inside of her and flood her pussy some more.
It’ll never be enough. I’ve always had bigger loads than most, but the way she milks my cock like she’s dying for it tells me it’ll never be enough.
Fuck, that’s hot.
“You feel that, little keeper? Feel what you do to me?”
I loosen my grip on her so she can speak freely, but the way she slides off me and spins around to suck my messy cock in has me dying for a round three. It’s just not the time. As soon as she’s done cleaning me off, I pull her up to kiss her. “I’m far from done with you, little keeper, but you need to get some sleep.”
The disgruntled noise she releases makes me grin, but I know what she needs, so I hold my ground despite her adorable pout. I carry her to the bathroom and clean her body, the animal in me angry as I wash the cum off of her thighs, and before I can stop myself I’m fucking her under the cascading water and breeding her again.
She’s boneless after that, her face resting against my chest as I hold her for a few moments longer, and when she places soft kisses there, I think I die a little. I definitely don’t leave that shower with my whole heart and soul, so although I’m still living, I know that piece of me will stay here with her. I’m tucking it underneath her covers with her and kissing it goodnight, bidding it farewell when she mumbles “I’m glad it’ll be yours” softly.
Like those five words didn’t just alter me completely.
Like I’ll ever be able to pretend otherwise.
MAY