Chapter Three
Zay
I flop down onto the couch and claim Kain’s lap as my personal pillow.
“What are you doing, big guy?” I ask, tilting my head to look up at him.
Without a word, he angles his phone down so I can see the screen.
He’s checking on Silas again—I should have guessed.
“Stalking your boyfriend through the cameras.” I wiggle to get more comfortable against his solid frame.
“Very romantic. Hallmark should make cards for that.”
Kain’s free hand comes up to wrap around my throat, his fingers applying just enough pressure to make me pay attention. “If you keep sassing me like that, I will bend you over this sofa and fuck you so hard I’ll snap you like a twig.”
I smirk at him. Threats like that stopped being menacing a long time ago.
Last week he pinned me against the wall for leaving a wet towel on Silas’s bathroom floor.
Not because he cared about the towel, but because of the way Silas had gone rigid, his hands clenching and unclenching until Kain stepped in to handle it.
“You’re making me an offer I can’t refuse,” I quip.
Kain snorts. “I think we need to cut Silas off from this bitch he is watching. I don’t care how hot she is, he is going to make a mistake soon.”
“I tried to tell him that being the TA for her class was too risky, but he clearly didn’t listen. And since when does he study criminal—”
“Since I studied online,” Silas interrupts, popping up out of nowhere.
“And the TA gig, the Dean and I have an arrangement.” His mouth twitches, almost into a smile.
“I’ve been working on this for three months.
I downloaded his browser history, found his gambling debts, and cross-referenced his wife’s shopping habits with their joint account. Call it blackmail if you will.”
“I think it’s time to cut the cord or . . .” I tell him.
“Or what?” Silas snaps, coming around the sofa so he is now standing in front of us.
Kain sets his phone aside and looks up at Silas without blinking, like a lethal predator deciding whether something is worth the energy to kill. “You know what.”
“Throwing around death threats again, so original,” Silas says, holding out a few pieces of A4 paper.
“What’s this?” Kain grunts and pushes me off his lap.
“A contract. She wants to be stalked, kidnapped even.”
Kain doesn’t reply as he reads the document.
I look over at Silas, who has a shit-eating grin on his face, and it’s rare to see him so happy.
“She wants it to be anonymous? This sounds like a fucking sex contract . . . how did you get this?” Kain snaps.
I snort. “Do you even need to ask that question?” I snatch the contract from his hands and skim it.
I have to admit, it’s genius. Si can stop illegally stalking her and can now do it with her consent.
Sure, there is still the gray area of the fact that he was kind of doing it before the contract, but in his defense, he never approached her or did anything to make her think she was being followed.
“This could end badly. You know that, right?” Kain says cautiously.
“How?” I look up from the contract. “It seems ironclad to me. She has signed, and it even has her limits and a safe word.”
“Oh, I don’t know—how about the fact that he doesn’t work for Wild Steps? If she finds out, he’s looking at jail time. Or more importantly, what if this obsession gets worse after he fucks her?”
“Semantics.” Silas waves him off. “I put some fine print down at the bottom, so I’m covered. And my obsession probably couldn’t get much worse.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m happy to tag along and make sure things go smoothly.”
Kain shakes his head. “Like fuck you two are going alone. There would be fuck-all stalking, and the poor girl would be spit-roasted twenty hours a day.”
I snort. “There are no complaints when it’s you and Silas doing the spit roasting.”
“That’s because it’s my cock in your ass, and you belong to me. If I want to fuck you, I will.”
I suck my lips into my mouth to stop my smile. “Then it looks like we are having our first gang bang with a willing but unknowing participant. But with a safe word like cottage cheese, I hope she never plans to use it again because that word is gross.”
Silas laughs. Like me, he knows exactly why you shouldn’t google things. I had a random thought once, about someone sticking their dick in cottage cheese. It turns out that dick cheese is not what you should google at 2 a.m. after a night of drinking.
“Any sign of this going sideways, and I will end it. Nothing threatens either of you and lives,” Kain’s gruff voice rings out.
Silas doesn’t argue this time; instead, he launches himself at Kain. Silas isn’t built as big as Kain or even me. He wraps himself around him like a spider monkey, and Kain uses one arm to support his body while with the other hand he grabs Silas’s chin.
“You’re my responsibility. I take that seriously.”
“You anchor me, Kain. I know who you are, and I know no matter what I do, you won’t let me fall. You accept me for who I am, and for that I love you.”
Kain smashes his lips to Silas’s, and my cock joins the party against my will.
Silas doesn’t say those words often, and when he does, they almost sound foreign to him.
He says his mom wasn’t a shitty person, but I think he is comparing her to others he grew up around.
Let’s face it, if you put glitter and a bow on shit, it’s still shit.
Silas has a lot of other hang-ups from his childhood, a couple being that he hates to be touched and dislikes bodily fluids on his skin. It’s a shame because he has a face I want to come on, but my imagination works well enough for that.
When they break apart, Silas pulls back slightly, and his shoulders tense in a way that means he’s about to retreat. His fingers twitch like he wants to wipe his mouth, but he catches himself.
Kain grabs Silas and bends him over the arm of the sofa, ripping the back of his slacks down and freeing his cock. He puts a hand on Si’s back, between his shoulder blades, keeping him down. Kain’s free hand circles his cock and runs it along Si’s ass.
“Please,” Si whimpers.
I rub myself through my sweats as I watch them.
Kain spits onto the end of his cock and pushes it into Silas’s hole. Kain is rough—though usually a little gentler with Silas than me—but this time he thrusts straight in, and Silas lets out a strangled gurgle.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Kain growls. “You can take my cock.” Another moan rips out of Si, and Kain cuts his gaze to me. “Keep his mouth busy.”
I’m moving before I think, and the sofa dips beneath my knees as I shuffle in close. Silas lifts his head, and I palm his jaw, angling him where Kain wants him. His breath shudders against my skin.
“You good?” I ask.
Silas may look like the weakest of us, but he would fillet you like a fish while you slept and not bat an eyelid. He nods, so I inch closer and push my tip against his lips. He opens for me, and I press my way in, all the way to the back of his throat.
“Better,” Kain says. “Keep him like that.”
Silas trembles, but I hold him steady as Kain works into him with ruthless speed. When Silas tries to cry out again, I grab his hair on the top of his head and give him something else to focus on.
“Hold him still. I want to see him choke on you when I slam in deeper.”
Silas moans around my shaft as Kain thrusts into him.
“If he moans again, fuck his throat until he forgets how to speak.”
I nod, tightening my grip on Silas’s hair. He’s fucking gorgeous like this.
Kain doesn’t slow down. He grabs Silas’s hips, pulls him back, and drives in harder. The rough sound of skin slapping echoes through the room, making my balls grow tighter.
“He needs to be reminded before we do this,” Kain growls, “that he belongs to us.”
Silas whimpers around me, but I shove my cock in deeper, holding his head still.
“Make him cry, Kain,” I rasp as Silas’s eyes water. “I want to feel his tears on my fucking balls.”
Kain answers with another brutal thrust, his hips slamming forward like he’s trying to break Silas open. “He’s getting there.”
Silas gags around me, his body trembling under the force of us both. His lashes are wet, and damn—I can feel his warm tears on my skin as I fuck his mouth.
“You don’t get to come,” Kain orders. “Not until we’re finished using you.”
Then Kain leans forward, using one hand to grip Silas’s shoulder, and the other to spread him wider. “You feel that?” he hisses. “That is me making sure you remember who the fuck I am.”
Silas sobs around me, his throat spasming. My grip on his hair tightens.
“Good boy,” Kain whispers. “Now fucking fall apart for us.”
And he detonates.
Silas shudders between us, his whole body shaking as his climax hits. He doesn’t touch himself; the two of us using him was enough to get him off. He moans around my cock, the sound sloppy and wet.
His throat tightening is all it takes to have me cursing under my breath, while my hips shudder. “Fuck, that perfect mouth is going to make me come.” I thrust one last time, deep into his mouth, and spill cum down his throat.
He swallows, his eyes steady on mine.
“Fucking beautiful,” I mutter, my hand still buried in his hair, holding him there while my cock pulses against his tongue.
Kain has gone dangerously quiet, then he groans from deep in his chest as he slams into Silas one final time.
“Take it,” he growls. “Don’t waste a fucking drop.”
I watch the way Silas trembles. How his fingers curl into the cushions as Kain’s hips jerk, his body rigid, and he exhales as Kain spills inside him.
For a moment, the only sounds are our ragged breaths. Then I pull out and watch a thread of spit and cum stretch from his lips.
Silas’s tongue flicks out like he’s trying to catch the taste.
Fuck me, I can’t help it. I crouch down to cup his jaw in my hand and kiss him.
My tongue slides over his lips, tasting myself, licking my cum from the corner of his mouth before claiming what’s left on his tongue.
He whines and leans into me before I finally break the kiss and lick once more across his bottom lip.
Kain pulls out with a grunt and slaps Silas on the ass. He doesn’t say anything, just grabs his jeans, zips them up, and walks off like he didn’t just fuck Silas into the damn sofa.
Silas’s body shakes almost instantly. His eyes dart to me, then to his hands still resting on the cushion. He opens his mouth, then snaps it shut, his breaths getting shorter and faster.
I crouch in front of him and run my hand down his side. “You good?”
“I need to shower.” The words come out rough and desperate. “Zay. Please.”
He hovers a hand in front of his face like he wants to wipe something off but can’t bring himself to actually touch it.
“Yeah, come on,” I murmur as I help him stand up. “I got you.”
He’s quiet, way too quiet. I keep my hand on him the whole way to the bathroom, though his steps are rushed. The moment we’re inside his room, he races through the door to the bathroom. As I follow behind, I see the water is running, but he pulls his hand from under the stream with a hiss.
“Too hot,” I say gently, reaching over him to cool it down. “You’ll burn yourself.”
He doesn’t argue, but once it runs cooler, he steps under the spray, closes his eyes and exhales. I strip off my clothes, follow him in, and let the water run over both of us.
He stands stiffly at first, like he’s not sure what to do now that he’s here. I reach for the body wash and lather it between my palms, then starting at his shoulders, I work my way down.
“Let me,” I insist when he tries to take over. “You just breathe.”
His head tips back, eyes closing again.
Silas likes order, for things to run a certain way. He got caught up in the moment. He hasn’t checked on Skye, had my cum in his mouth and I licked it out, and Kain’s cum is in his ass. It sent him straight into a spiral.
He had no control the entire time, and that is what Kain wanted. He wanted to remind Silas that he could remove his control at any time. Why? Sometimes, Silas needs a reminder that he could lose control, which could happen if things don’t go the way he wants with Skye.
I wash his arms, his chest, between his legs. I clean him up and give him back control bit by bit. When I reach his thighs, he shudders. “Better?”
He nods. “Yeah. I just . . . I hate the mess.”
“I know,” I reply as I straighten. “It’s okay. You’re not broken, Silas, you’re just wired a little different.”
His lips twitch as if he wants to argue. He leans into me instead, his forehead pressing against my collarbone.
“Kain wasn’t mad,” I say after a moment. “That wasn’t punishment—it was his way of making a point.”
Silas’s voice is rough. “Because of Skye.”
“Yeah.”
He doesn’t pull away, just whispers, “She’s mine.”
“No,” I tell him, brushing my hand through his wet hair. “She’s not yours yet.”
His jaw clenches. I feel it against my skin.
“She signed the contract,” I remind him. “Her safe word is locked in. The chase starts soon. And you need to get your head straight before then.”
“I know.”
“You scare me when you look at her.”
My words earn a light chuckle against my skin. “Because she is perfect.”
We stay like that a little longer, then I kiss his temple and reach past him to turn the water off.
“Let’s get you dry, pretty boy. We’ve got masks to put on and a girl to catch.”