21. Margaux #2
In fact, I didn’t want to say the idea of losing any of them seemed to hit me deep. Losing my parents had altered my life, and I would never get back the sense of security they’d given me. I’d never get back being cared for or loved in any capacity. At least, that’s what I had thought.
My soul ached. The pain having become the only true friend in my life. Reina helped fill a void, but she couldn’t understand my anger. The dark rage that swirled inside of me. Year after year, it grew harder and harder to hold it in, and it was the one thing she couldn’t see.
“Is that what you thought about? If any of us died?”
I shifted in his lap, moving to straddle him. It wasn’t lost on me just how it felt to spread my legs over his thighs, but I wanted to see him. Talk to him.
“Yes and no.”
His hands rested on my waist. His face was unreadable.
What had I really thought about? I don’t know why, but I distracted myself by playing with the fabric of his shirt.
“I thought I hated those guys. I hated them thinking they could hurt you for no reason. It’s not your fault they broke the rules. It wasn’t my parents' fault my uncle was greedy.”
I sighed.
“Knox, do you know why I didn’t fight against you guys kidnapping me? Besides that the four of you are much better looking than Carrow?”
He cocked a brow.
“I’ll take that as a no. Well, it was because something about the way I saw your dark sides that first night, I knew that no matter how many demons I had fighting to take over, I knew none of you would judge me.”
I closed my eyes as Knox’s hand raised in my peripheral vision. I trusted him not to hurt me, not without cause. A shiver of desire ran along my spine as his fingers slid around my ear, playing with a bit of hair along the way.
“The villain doesn’t judge, angel. He seduces the princess and rips the mask off the wolf dressed like a prince. And you? I can’t wait to see what kind of monster you’re hiding underneath all that light.”
The room was quiet. The soft sound of Talon breathing was a calming reminder that he’d be okay.
I didn’t know what made me do it, but my fingers itched to move, to touch Knox.
I pulled my fingers away from his collar and started to shift them, pulling away before losing myself to the need.
I traced my fingers over his jawline. When he didn’t stop me, I trailed two fingers down his forehead, over the bridge of his nose, stopping at his lips.
I leaned closer, keeping my voice a whisper.
“And tell me, how does the princess’s story end when there’s one villain who hates the princess, but three that don’t?”
There was no regret when he grabbed my hand and pinned it behind my back as his lips pressed into mine.
I rocked my hips over Knox’s lap, pressing against him and feeling the bulge behind his pants. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavily and my core was so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if I’d already soaked through the lace of my underwear to his pants.
“Hate’s a strong word, angel.”
He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips back to his.
He freed my wrist and reached under the hem of my dress.
His hand slid up my thigh and straight to my pussy.
He was all decision and no hesitation. He knew what he wanted, and I knew I couldn’t stop him even if I had wanted to.
His fingers slid under the elastic of my panties and found the sensitive nub between my legs.
I was so wet his fingers slid through my folds easily, making it far too easy for him to make me come with only a few strokes.
He pulled his lips away, letting me gasp for air, only for his words somehow made me pant a little harder.
“As for the ending of your story? We haven't written it yet.”
What did that mean?
It didn’t matter I decided, not with the way he was making me feel.
I reached between us, sliding the zipper of his pants down.
I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet.
His cock was long and thick and smooth as I ran my fingers over it.
He wasn’t free yet, so I slid my fingers into his waistband and pushed, feeling a desperate need grow as he let me slip his pants just a bit further. His cock finally sprang free.
“Wait,” I said, my hand already wrapped around his shaft.
“You don’t say wait when my cock is in your palm, not unless you really want me to hate you, angel.”
His fingers pushed aside my panties, and like a good little girl, my hips seemed to follow the way his hand shifted.
“No, I mean, what if someone comes in?”
There was only a faint glow in the darkened room that cast an almost eerie light on his face.
“They’ll get a show then, won’t they?”
His lips kissed my cheek and a hand splayed against my lower back, pushing my hips forward.
“Ride me, Margaux, show me why you’re worth crossing heaven or hell just to protect.”
I didn’t think sex was the only thing he meant, but right now, this was what we needed.
His hands were on my hips, pulling me up until I was on my knees straddling him.
He shifted, leaning a little more so that I could move to where the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
A quiver of desire flowed through me as he pushed my hips, and I complied, letting myself sink onto his length inch by inch.
“Good girl. You’re already so wet for me.”
I moaned without realizing it.
“Margaux, princess. Tell me that’s how you’ll moan when you’re riding my cock.”
Knox smirked as my eyes grew wider. He pulled my hips harder, forcing me to take the rest of him all at once.
“Moan for him, angel. He wants to know what it will be like when he gets to fuck you after he’s healed.”
It was all too good. Even if I’d thought I should be worried about Talon watching us, instead it just made me wetter.
Every inch of Knox stroked against me over and over as he rocked my hips like even if I was on top, he was the one in charge.
“Say my name.”
I needed to catch my breath, but with every pull and push of his hands and the rock of my pussy against his solid length buried inside me, I couldn’t.
“Knox,” I finally said, breathy and almost too quiet for myself to hear.
His thumb ran over my lips and a second later he flipped us, my back against the couch. Every movement had his cock thrusting inside me, and the second my back hit the couch, he spread my legs, his hand pushing my thighs wide as he slid out and pushed back inside in one long, rough thrust.
He did it again and again, driving me to the edge of sanity.
On the next thrust my entire body released on an explosion of feeling.
My pussy clamped down around his cock as he fucked me even harder.
I was already shattered, and he refused to let me just savor the moment.
I couldn’t remember where I was or what had happened.
All I could feel was the way he claimed me over and over, pushing my body to take him even as my core pulsed around him, trying to take everything we wanted but denying me a moment to come down.
I lost track of time, but when I was certain I couldn’t possibly come any more, he slammed inside me, forcing me to cry out.
I’d lost the ability to control anything.
When his cock pulsed and I felt the heat of him spill inside me, I reached for him, but instead of him letting my body come down from whatever the hell he’d done to me, he was already pulling out and stepping away.
“Talon, she’s all yours.”
Knox was gone by the time I could take a steadying breath.
“What?” I asked, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Don’t worry about him, Margaux. Come here. I can’t do anything with you no matter how much that just turned me the fuck on, but I can at least hold you, because fuck. Please just come and hold me, princess.”
I laid there for a few more minutes finding the strength in my legs, and I did what Talon asked because he was honest and I knew what he wanted. Or at least I knew some of what he wanted, and one of those things was certainly me.
I got to his bed and he threw aside the covers.
The hospital gown he wore wasn’t anything like what I had been stuck with, and I found myself thinking that although I came from money, no one ever took care of me like this.
Like all the money in the world would have been worth it to make sure I was comfortable.
“Come on, Margaux. I need more sleep since you woke up.”
I nodded and climbed into bed.
“The second I’m off these fucking pain killers, I’m making you pay for that, princess. Now sleep.”
He wrapped me in his arms even though I was worried I might hurt him. He wasn’t letting go. A different kind of warmth spread through me, starting at my heart as he kissed me on the head.
“Night, Talon.”