37. Chapter 32
Itake the stairs two at a time, my cock so hard I can barely think straight. Viper and Breaker left after we delivered Princess to Cora and Reaper left the house to go only god knows where. Now, I’m alone with my thoughts.
When I reach my room, I crash through the door, slamming it too hard. Leaning against the frame, I attempt to collect my thoughts, but they’re scattered, tossing loosely around in my skull. I grip my fucking mask and rip it off, flinging it across the room.
Now that they know we’re living above them, I don’t care about being quiet. I push from the door, raking my hands through my hair, then sit at the end of my bed. My eyes fall to the wolf figure.
Seeing her hold it. That little piece I have left of him. It sent rage through me. Black as night. Like Rune was in here himself, delicately fondling with corrupt fingers the only shred I have left of him.
She’s not Rune.
The thought flashes through me, and I groan, standing up to pace the room, clenching my jaw, remembering her red ass and her delicate groans.
Princess is lucky I have such control and didn’t unless my darkness like I wanted to, so she would feel that burning pain we all felt that day. She’s lucky I reined it back in. That before I removed my belt and struck her bare ass, I’d coiled my shadows back tightly, just as I tightly as I wrapped the leather around my hand so they only leaked out like whispers instead black waves that drowned her.
But I should have known better. The night in the woods taught us all. She’s desperate to be free of her lifelong restraints. She’s so receptive to the darkness that lives inside me, in all of us, that it breaks free around her and I find myself wanting to stain her with it.
Delilah is our payback after all.
But she fucking eats up everything we give her, drinking in every sip of darkness that lives within us, and feeds it back to us until we’re the ones starved for more.
She may not be Gavin, but she wasn’t supposed to be…
This fucking enticing. This fucking receptive.
This much of a fucking problem.
When we decided to make her ours, to make her turn against her father, we never thought that we’d actually feel something for her. She was supposed to be a tool. Something we used to pry him open until he bled all over. We were meant to manipulate her submission, her desire, her entire body, until we owned her. Controlled her. Until she willingly helped us, but now she’s snuck into my that empty space in my chest and every time I touch her I want more, more, more.
My fist slams into the wall, all this pent up energy turning into aggression. I need to get off.
I stalk to the bathroom and turn the shower on, then strip my shirt and pants. When I’m undressed, I grip my cock in a tight fist. Bringing my hand to my nose, I inhale her sweet scent. I can still smell her hot cunt. Taste her in my mouth.
Fuck.
We intended to punish her, but I think we only succeeded in punishing ourselves. My dick’s so hard it hurts.
I grip my length and tug roughly. Not the way she would. Not delicate but hard, with a dry hand. My hips jerk at the punishing grasp. I stroke again, faster, harder. Like Breaker when he grips Viper’s cock. I reach around and grab my ass, the way Viper does when Breaker buries his cock deep in his mouth.
“Need some help?”
I jerk into my hand, Viper’s voice sending a flare of panic and something else through me. I spin in shock, then realize I’m still holding my dick and turn back around. My eyes meet his in the steamy mirror.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, grabbing the head to try to calm myself. “Did you forget how to knock?”
His eyes drag up and down my body. “Door was open.”
“Unlocked doesn’t mean open, Viper.” My gaze skims over his bare chest to the tattoo in the center, noticing how the bright light overhead outlines every plane of muscle and deepens the shadows under his eyes. Highlights the gleam of sweat on his collarbone.
He shrugs, leaning his large shoulder against the frame. “Breaker’s mad at me.”
I grit my teeth. Like I give a shit. “He’s always mad at you.”
Viper’s eyes flicker down to my ass. “He is.”
“Probably because you’re an asshole.”
He lifts a shoulder again, giving me an absent nod, his eyes moving up from my ass to my back and the tattoo between my shoulder blades. He has the same one on his stupidly sculpted chest. I don’t know why he’s staring.
“Can you leave?” I snarl, my cock growing even harder with him looking at me like that.
“I could,” he says, stepping forward. My spine straightens. “Or I could stay.”
Always fucking pushing boundaries. “Go,” I snap.
“What If I don’t?” He takes another lazy step toward me. Lifting his hand, he places his finger delicately, barely brushing the skin on the back of my neck.
When his finger slides down my spine, my back goes straight, my blood running so hot it scorches my veins, making my skin feel like it’s on fire and freezing at the same time. Viper steps in so close, I feel the heat of his body along my bare back. His forehead hits my shoulder, slicking over the sweat gathered from the steamy room. He exhales slowly, breath dampening my already sticky flesh. The finger on my spine drifts to the dimple in my lower back. Presses into the divot. He breathes in. Deep. Taking my scent, my heat, into his chest with a quiet moan.
My hand tightens around my shaft. My thoughts splinter. Shards of images of us over the years—of his heated looks, his mouth around Breaker, the way he throws his head back when he comes—cutting through me.
His full lips skim over the flesh on my shoulder blade. “We both know you want my mouth instead of your hand. You have for a long time.”
Desire punches me in the gut and all those splinters fly weave back together, stealing my breath. I spin, my fingers gripping his throat. “Don’t fucking play with me,” I snarl, my cock slicking over his stomach.
His hands land on my shoulders, his lip curling into a smirk. “I thought I was the one with the temper.”
My fingers tighten, and I shove him back until he slams into the wall. A breath escapes him, fanning my face with mint and lemon as his eyes move to my mouth. Slowly, watching my eyes, the fingers gripping my shoulder loosen and slip lower, down my chest, dragging over my nipple to my stomach. His nails scratch at my abdomen, making my stomach ripple with heat.
“Viper,” I say, but it sounds like a plea more than a warning.
My jaw pops when his fingers brush below my navel. Then fingers move to the base of my cock. Brush along the top. My chest heaves. His mouth falls open as he slips his fingers around my girth and I buck into his hand, my body lit up, desperate for any touch.
“So needy,” he whispers. “Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth and make you my good little boy.”
Red clouds my vision. Rage tangled with something dark and primitive makes me move before I can think. He grunts when I grip him by the back of the neck and slam him down to his knees.
“Open,” I demand, moving on instinct, completely mindless with fury and need.
When he opens, I thrust forward, driving into his mouth, my cock hitting the back of his throat. His head slams into the wall. Viper’s arm flails out, but I grip his wrist and pin it above his head as I thrust. He grunts, and the vibration nearly makes me blind as I drive into his mouth deeper, forcing him to take me into his throat. He chokes, eyes watering, looking up at me with such fury, I laugh.
“Good boy,” I taunt, punching forward with my hips viciously. “Take me deep. If she can take me all the way, so can you.”
He grunts again and his free hand lands on my ass. I grate out this desperate, reedy sound as he grips my ass and forces me even deeper.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my shoulders dropping as I drive in again. I pull out and his tongue swirls over my head before he greedily sucks me back into his warm mouth. My head falls forward, resting on the wall as I watch him take me deep. “Yes, just like that.”
He does it again, then again, my balls drawing up tight. I release his wrist, weaving my fingers into his thick hair, holding the back of his head, thrusting hard and fast, then hold my dick in his throat until I know he needs air, only easing up when his eyes water. He sucks in a breath through his nose, but sucks me back in.
“Greedy boy,” I rasp, absolutely ravenous for his mouth. His tongue skates over my slit and I tighten my grip, letting my nails dig into his scalp. “You want my cock? Take it like a good boy because I’m about to fucking own you.”
His rumbling groan makes my hips punch forward harder. My dick hits his throat. Keeping him still, I drive deeper until I feel him gag, throat moving. His lashes flutter, hand flexing on my ass.
“That’s it, tongue out,” I grate, eyes practically rolling to the back of my head. “Choke on my cock, you fucking filthy boy.” Viper swallows. “Oh fuck. Take me deep. Fuck yes.”
When he taps my ass, I ease up. The grating sound of his zipper makes my abs flutter. Then he frees himself. The sight of his large hand on his thick cock ignites fire in my veins. Viper grips himself tightly, jerking from root to tip with fast, harsh strokes.
“Good boy,” I grate, devouring the sight of him. My thumb skates over his jaw, over the spit dripping down his chin, and his lips wrapped around my dick. “So beautiful, with my cock in your mouth.”
Warmth hits my ankle and his eyes roll back in his head. My spine tingles, the pressure building up so tight that when I drive into his mouth one final time, I hold him to me, throwing my head back, all tension and fury exploding out of me with brilliant heat. His throat moves around my tip as he swallows, making me groan and buck into his mouth deeper as I spill down his throat. My hips move back and forth with jerky movements, riding my release, then I pull away and stumble back to the sink.
Viper falls forward on to his hands, gasping and coughing. He swipes at the saliva dripping down his chin, at my cum on his chin. Raising his head, his eyes meet mine and something flares behind the blue color.
My head spins, and panic slams into my chest, clawing at my throat. With shaking hands, I grab my pants and shirt, and stalk past him out into the bedroom, frantically dressing. I grab one of my masks and tug it on. Pants still unzipped, I fling the door open, this wild, dangerous fear chasing me as I take the stairs two at a time. As I fling the front door open and storm past the driveway, then out over the lawn, that panic needles its way into my stomach and I have to stop and bend over. Breathe.
Just breathe.
Hisface flashes in my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut, but his face is replaced with Viper”s and the memory of how he sucked my dick, eyes flashing with the same pent up desire I constantly feel around him. Around Breaker.
Yeah. He was right.
I’ve wanted him for a long time.