Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Thane
Islammed the ancient tome down on the desk, my frustration getting the better of me.
That in itself was annoying; I didn’t get frustrated.
But here I was, my stomach churning, my skin itchy and too tight.
I couldn’t find any answers. There was nothing here on the God Killer, and the more I read, the angrier I was getting.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and closed my eyes.
I needed a break and to do something different; otherwise, I feared I might burn every damn book in here.
Not that I would. That would be sacrilege, but the frustration was burrowing deeper, festering into something that turned my stomach sour.
I wasn’t used to feeling this way. I wasn’t used to feeling at all.
I rested my head against the back of the chair and took a deep breath, dragging it deep into my lungs and letting my mind sink into oblivion.
The space behind my sternum buzzed, pulling me out of the silence of my mind. I rubbed my chest, willing it to disappear, but it just intensified until it was humming and vibrating beneath my skin.
Atticus…
My insides turned molten, and my cock twitched. I felt along the soul bond that tied us together, and a wave of lust crashed through it. My body shuddered. My abs clenched.
I shot to my feet and followed the call of the soul bond, up the stairs and all the way to Atticus’ door.
Which was wide open.
Roux writhed beneath him, rolling her hips against his while they kissed deeply. I could see Atticus’ tongue thrust into her mouth, and my cock hardened at the sight. I should step away, leave them in peace, but I couldn’t drag my eyes away. They were beautiful and so damn hot.
The temperature rose under my skin, burning me with the need to step across the threshold, but I couldn’t make myself take the step into the room. What if they didn’t want me there?
I’d never felt doubt before. I’d always been so sure of all my actions, but now I didn’t know whether to back away or make my presence known.
I’d watched scenes before at the clubs I frequented when I needed a release because I was so tightly wound.
Hell, sometimes I even participated in them but only ever under the thumb of certain people.
People that I trusted not to take things too far.
I had always preferred submitting to someone, but the way Atticus now depended on me for his very existence made me want to take care of him and be the one in charge.
He relied on me to keep him alive, and there was something about that power that felt like an aphrodisiac.
Could I be the one to tend to his needs?
Something must have caught Atticus’ attention because his eyes met mine and held them with an unrelenting contact. There was a darkness in his eyes that stirred something in my soul, and I wanted to surrender to it.
“Oh, kitten,” he purred. “Someone’s spying on us.”
Roux tipped her chin towards me, and a slow smile spread across her face, lighting her eyes.
Atticus dropped his lips to Roux’s neck, licking and biting his way down her throat. Her mouth dropped with a gasp as he sucked the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder hard enough to bruise.
Roux crooked her finger at me and beckoned me closer. “Shut the door behind you, Thane.”
I did as she asked, closing the door behind me with a soft click. I walked to the bed and awaited further instruction. My body thrummed with anticipation, heightened by the desire flowing through the bond from Atticus. He rocked his hips against Roux’s, and a zing of electricity rushed to my cock.
Roux rolled Atticus beneath her and pinned him to the bed.
Fuck.
“He likes that,” Atticus said, a devilish smirk gracing his pretty face. “He likes it a lot.”
“How can you tell?” Roux asked.
Atticus looked up at Roux while she pressed down on his throat. He rolled his hips beneath her, making her back arch and her breasts push forwards. “Because I can feel it. Like a burst of sunshine on my skin.”
“Interesting,” she said softly, and I could see the cogs in her mind turning. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, and her gaze flicked between Atticus and me. “Take off your shirt and sit in that chair.”
My spine stiffened under her command. Where had she been hiding that tone? It went straight to my cock, and I could feel a wet patch growing in my underwear.
“Did I stutter, angel?” she said, her words clipped, her eyes fixed firmly on my face.
“No.” I stripped my shirt quickly, revelling in the term of endearment.
I sat in the armchair that Roux pointed to and had a front-row seat to the kiss that she pressed against Atticus’ mouth.
A kiss that soon turned filthy. Tongues pressed, moans were swallowed, and Roux fisted his hair to guide his mouth where she wanted it.
Roux pulled the kiss to an end, rolled off Atticus and stepped off the bed.
She walked towards me, her hips swaying enticingly.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She still managed to look majestic dressed only in her bra, trousers and boots.
I wanted to kneel before her and worship just to get a taste of her.
She dropped her foot on the chair between my thighs, pressing the sole against my hard cock. I rolled my hips, seeking friction, but she pressed down harder, halting my movements. “Unlace my boots.”
My fingers trembled as I pulled the laces and untied them, sliding the boot off one foot and then doing the same with the other.
When I’d finished my task, she gripped my chin lightly, tracing my bottom lip with her thumb. “Well done.”
“Thank you.” Warmth spread through my chest with her praise, and I melted in her hold.
She leant closer and pressed her lips to mine in the barest caress. It was the lightest of touches, but I felt it all the way to my toes.
“Take off your belt,” she ordered, her fingers still gripping my chin.
I did as she asked and handed it over, my heart lurching in my chest. My skin was flushed, and every inch of me felt oversensitive, just begging for a touch.
Roux let go of my chin and walked behind my chair, pulling my wrists together and tying them with my belt. She trailed a finger along the length of my shoulder as she walked back around, and I arched into her touch.
“So responsive,” she hummed as she dropped to her knees and stroked her hands up the inside of my thighs.
Her eyes roved over my chest hungrily. I wasn’t well built like Rafe or Rayne, but I wasn’t as lithe as Magnus.
I was somewhere in between, nothing special, but she looked at me like I was perfect.
She brushed her thumbs along the seam of my thighs, over and over, but not touching me where I needed it the most. I whimpered under her gaze, practically shaking with the restraint of holding back the need to roll my hips to seek friction.
“Look how needy he is,” she crooned softly.
Atticus moaned and squeezed his dick. “I don’t need to see it.”
She huffed a laugh at Atticus’ desperation, but her fingers finally started to head to where I needed them the most. Roux unzipped my trousers, the sound loud in the room, and finally released my aching cock.
“Holy fuck, Thane,” she gasped as she wrapped her fingers around me.
My hips bucked, and a breath hissed past my lips.
I didn’t get a chance to enjoy her appreciation of my dick because I was too lost in the sensation of her touch.
I never expected this from Roux, never expected to be here under her thumb while Atticus watched as he pumped his own dick.
My eyes rolled back, and my hands clenched tightly behind me.
Suddenly, Roux wrapped her hand around my throat and dragged my gaze back to her.
“Eyes on me, angel.” She squeezed tightly with just a hint of her Reaper strength to give me a bite of a threat. “You’re going to keep your eyes open because I don’t want you to miss this.”
I swallowed, my throat bobbing against her palm. “Miss what?”
Roux’s grin was feral, her thumb digging into the soft spot below my ear.
“You’re going to sit there like a good little boy and watch Atticus fuck me.
” She leant down and swiped her tongue along the length of my jaw.
“If you can do that without cumming, you can make Atticus choke on your cock while you fuck his throat.”
I moaned. “I can do that. I can be good.”
I wanted that. I wanted to feel his Adam’s apple bob while he swallowed my cock, feel his nails dig into my thighs and hear his whimpers as he choked. My eyes locked with his, and I felt a surge of lust through our soul bond.
“Good,” she said, and she pressed her mouth against mine.
I opened wide for her, letting her control the kiss.
Her tongue flicked across the seam of my lips, and I touched the tip of my tongue to hers.
She moaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it down as she stroked her tongue against mine.
Fuck, she tasted divine. Like strawberries and cream.
Rich and decadent, sweet but with a sharpness just below the surface.
She pulled back, and I chased her mouth, wanting more. Roux placed her finger against my mouth, a wicked grin gracing her kiss-swollen lips. “That’s enough for now.”
No, it wasn’t. It would never be enough.
She moved back to the bed, removing her trousers and her underwear as she went, moving gracefully like she was putting on a slow dance.
And fuck me.
She was beautiful. All that creamy skin and delicious curves laid bare before my eyes.
How had I been so blind? Had I been that oblivious?
Maybe I had. Maybe subconsciously I’d been keeping her close because somehow my mind knew this was going to happen.
Or maybe it was fate. Maybe it was the triplets pulling the strings, making us dance to their tune until we achieved what they wanted.
Whatever led to this moment, I’m glad I was here to witness it.