Chapter 29 Ophelia #2
Turning my thoughts away from my grief, I fry up the veggies, with Mal loitering by me, and add eggs, and meat, then add in the rice.
There are a couple of bottles of soy sauce and oyster sauce in the pantry, too, which I add for seasoning, and finally drizzle the whole pan with chili crunch oil and scatter on the green parts of the scallion.
Cain emerges, shirtless, rubbing at his still-damp hair with a towel. He’s so gorgeous, he literally takes my breath away, and I’m distracted from what I’m doing and pause just to stare at him.
He catches me looking and grins. “Something smells good.”
I bet he smells good, too.
“Thanks. I just threw together what we had.”
I dish up the stir-fried rice and hand the plates out to the men for them to eat on their laps on the couch. They eat like they’re starved, wolfing it down. I eat mine a little more slowly. I don’t think I’ve fully gotten my appetite back yet.
When I’ve finished, I get up to collect the plates.
“Sit back down,” Mal says, jumping to his feet. A lock of his black hair falls into his face, and he blows it away. “You cooked, so we clean up.”
“Deal,” I say with a smile.
He ducks down and kisses my mouth before picking up my half-eaten meal. He frowns down at it. “You didn’t eat much.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Wasn’t overly hungry.”
“Don’t go wasting away on us. We need you.”
Warmth blooms inside me at his words. They need me. I don’t think I’ve ever been needed before. The truth is, I need them, too.
As we all settle into a post meal chill-out in the living room, I notice Roman isn’t with us. Curious, I go to look for him and find him in the altar room. He doesn’t notice me at first, fixated on something he’s working on. His strong fingers smooth over a small piece of wood with sandpaper.
I step into the room. “What are you doing?”
He hides the object behind his back. “A surprise. No peeking, okay?”
I like that he’s making me something, so I smile and don’t push him.
Realizing I need the bathroom, I take a break.
By the time I return to the living room, I find Roman is back, sitting with the others, and he hasn’t got anything with him.
Damn, I wanted to try to take a look. I could sneak around looking for whatever it is, but I’d never do that.
He’ll show me when he’s ready. I retake my seat and shuffle in until I’m comfy.
As the men chat, their conversation and deep voices lull me. A wave of tiredness sweeps over me, and I yawn and stretch. It’s been an adrenaline filled day, plus the events of the past few days have caught up with me.
I stand. “I’m going to bed.”
Roman gets up as well, but Cain shakes his head. “Not tonight. Tonight, she’s mine.”
Roman glances between us all and nods his acceptance. “Fair.”
“One day, maybe I’ll get to be the prince.” Mal clutches at his chest as though mortally wounded, but his cheeky grin lets me know he’s joking.
Cain growls. “You can take tomorrow night, or any other night. Tonight, though, she’s all for me.” He’s still slightly drunk, I think, from the way his words are just that bit slurred.
I bite my lower lip, a shiver of excitement going through me at his possessiveness.
Cain takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs.
We reach the bedroom, and he immediately pushes me up against the wall, bracketing me with his big body.
I was right, he does smell good, all fresh from the shower and manly from whatever bodywash he used.
My palms find the muscles of his back and shoulders and slide up to lace into the soft hair at his nape.
He ducks his head and kisses me with a light nip to my lower lip.
“I told my father I was going to marry you, right before my brother killed him.”
“You did?” My breath catches. “But—but what about the others?”
“We’re all going to marry you. All three of us. But my asshole father didn’t need to know that.”
I relax a fraction. I wouldn’t have been able to deal with Cain suddenly announcing I had to choose.
I stand on tiptoes and kiss him. “I want to marry all three of you, too.”
“And one day, we’ll put a baby in your belly, and watch you swell and grow with our child.”
My heart hitches with happiness. “We’ll be a real family.”
“We’re already a family, Angel. We have been ever since we were kids. We’ll just be a bigger one.”
I giggle and brush my nose to his. “A huge one. I want lots of babies. Lots of miniature Cains and Romans and Malachis running around here.”
He nips my lower lip again. “And we’ll enjoy putting those babies inside you.”
Our mouths crash together, hungry for one another. I meet his tongue with mine, and our kiss deepens. He breaks it only long enough to yank my top over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, since I’m not exactly well endowed in that area, and it means we’re skin to skin now.
He inhales my breath and growls with need. “I want you so fucking bad, Fee.”
He rids me of my jeans, and I kick them away, then he drops to his knees.
He hooks one of my legs over his massive shoulder and presses his mouth to my panty-covered pussy.
He presses his tongue against the material and sucks it into his mouth.
I feel the pressure against my skin, and my inner muscles flutter in response, my clit tingling.
“Already so wet,” he murmurs. “Your panties are soaked, but is that partly from Roman earlier?”
My cheeks heat. “Maybe a little.”
“You get so hot for each of us, don’t you?”
“I love you all,” I admit.
“Good, because we love you, too.”
He yanks my damp panties to one side and uses both hands to rip the material.
“Oh!” I gasp in shock.
If he carries on like this, he’s going to owe me a whole new wardrobe.
He glances up at me, his eyes darkening with hunger. “They were in my way.”
Then he shows me exactly what he’s hungry for and covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet.”
He pushes his tongue inside me, and I arch my back and hang on to him, one hand on his bare shoulder, the other spearing through his still-damp hair.
His tongue is long and thick, and it feels like he’s fucking me with it, sliding in and out.
I pulse my hips, fucking his face in return.
I’m so wet, I feel as if I’m gushing onto his face, but he only continues to eat me with renewed enthusiasm, as though he cannot get enough.
He slides his tongue out of me to circle my clit, and it’s like little bolts of electricity shooting through me.
“Oh, dear God,” I gasp.
He pushes two fingers inside me, hard and fast, as he suckles on my clit. I grind against his face, knowing I’m close to coming. He seems to sense it and pulls away from me, though his fingers are still inside my pussy.
“Not yet,” he tells me. “You’re not to come until it’s around my cock.”
I nod meekly and allow the impending orgasm to fade.
When he sees I’ve got control of myself, he starts to move his fingers again and goes back to licking my clit, flicking, sucking, even grazing it with his teeth.
It must be so swollen and engorged, I’m almost embarrassed at the thought, but Cain doesn’t seem to mind.
Just as I’m reaching my peak again, he pulls away.
“No,” I squeal, slapping his hard shoulder. “Not fair.”
“I already told you when you’re allowed to come.”
“Fuck me, then,” I almost yell. “Fuck me hard.”
He gives a smug smile. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
Cain unhooks my leg from his shoulder and gets to his feet.
He’s still wearing his gray sweatpants, and—holy hell—they leave nothing to the imagination.
His erection is huge and clearly defined beneath the material.
Even though I’ve seen his cock plenty of times before, my breath catches at the size.
As though he knows exactly what’s caught my attention, he yanks his sweatpants down his thighs and kicks them away. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock slaps against his abs. Fuck, he’s so hard. The tip is dark and swollen and leaking pre-cum. I can’t help myself. I need a taste.
Just as he’d done, I drop to my knees before him. “I want to taste you. I need your cock on my tongue.”
“Fuck, Fee.” He stares down at me, his gaze almost angry. “If I fuck your mouth now, I might hurt you.”
“I don’t care. Take my throat. I’m yours.” I open my mouth, and show him my tongue, my eyes wide.
He grabs the back of my hair and nudges his hips closer.
I take hold of his base, wrapping my fingers around it so I have some modicum of control, and then lap the pre-cum from the head.
I push the tip of my tongue against the slit, feeling him opening a little for me, and hearing him hiss above me.
Then I stretch my lips as much as possible to take him completely into my mouth.
The ridges of veins, the salty taste, his hardness and the silkiness of his skin all overwhelm my senses.
Before I’d learned what sex really meant, I’d never imagined that doing something like this could be pleasurable for the giver, but now I understand.
Now I want to consume him like I’m famished, in the same way he consumed me.
I slip my other hand between my thighs, rubbing my swollen clit while I move back and forth on his cock.
“I meant what I said, Angel. Neither of us is coming unless I get to feel your pussy around my cock.”
I moan around his dick, building myself higher, needing my release. His erection grows even harder, if such a thing was possible, and he’s leaking so much pre-cum it drips down the back of my throat.
“Enough!” he commands.
He drags me off him and yanks me roughly to my feet.
Twisting me around so I face the bed, he pushes me over it, so my upper body is pinned to the mattress, my feet still on the floor.
Roughly, he kicks my legs apart, and then he’s directly behind me.
The head of his cock nudges against my dripping pussy, but only for a moment.
Then he drives forward, claiming my body like it’s a part of him.
I gasp at the shock of the invasion. Cain is big, and having him so deep inside me makes my toes curl.
He doesn’t give me any time to stretch or get used to his size.
He slips out, almost fully, and drives back in again with force.
One of his big hands pins my hip in place, while the other reaches beneath me to stroke my clit.
I’d already been close to orgasm after he’d edged me while he’d been going down on me, and I know with him fucking me like this—as though his life depends on it—I won’t last long.
I crane my neck to look back into his face. His expression is intense and dark, his gaze focused on where his cock vanishes inside me, over and over. I bounce on the bed as he slams into me, my tits grazing the sheets, my nipples like bullets.
My orgasm builds again, creeping higher and higher until I’m hovering on the precipice.
I reach for it, all the while knowing it’s inevitable.
I feel every ridge and vein of his huge cock stretching me, sliding between my pussy lips, consuming me.
His finger works my clit, and I have zero control over my own body.
“I’m gonna come, Cain,” I whimper. “Oh, God, oh, oh, oh…”
“Come around my cock, Angel. Let me feel your pussy milk me.”
“Cain, oh, Cain!”
I explode, squeezing my eyes shut, stars appearing on the backs of my eyelids.
Pleasure holds me in its grip, making my head spin, and utterly taking over my senses.
Every inch of my skin lights up, my nerve endings like fireworks, my toes curl into the rug, and the muscles of my thighs and stomach tense and tremble.
“Fuck, Fee. You’re clamped around me so tight, I can’t…”
He breaks off with a guttural moan that vibrates right through me. His cock jumps inside me as he comes deep, filling me with stream after stream of hot cum.
With a final pump of his hips, he half collapses over my back, his damp chest to my spine. His heartbeat thumps against my skin, and he buries his face in my neck.
“Fuck,” he manages on an outward breath.
I giggle. “Fuck indeed.”
He slides out of me, and a gush of hot fluid runs down the inside of my thighs.
I don’t even care. He lies on the bed and pulls me down with him, so we’re face to face.
My hair is damp with sweat, and he brushes it out of my eyes so he can stare into them.
I smile at him, feeling the warmth of my cheeks matching that of our sated bodies.
“You know,” he says softly, “I would burn in front of a thousand suns for all of eternity before I hurt you again.”
He presses his forehead to mine.
“You never hurt me, Cain. It was your father who did that.”
But he shakes his head. “You got hurt because of your association with me.”
He runs his thumb down the side of my face, tracing the scar the Prophet gave me all those years ago after I’d tried to leave.
“And if it meant having you in my life now, I’d go through it all again,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t even need to think about it.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, too.”
He brushes his nose to mine and peppers kisses to my lips and nose and forehead, making me giggle. He pulls me into his arms as I close my eyes.
For now, I’ve found my peace, and for tonight, I won’t let the dark thoughts ruin it.