Chapter 49
SOREN
I breathe too fast, anxiety pouring out of me in waves, and I force myself not to believe what she’s offering. It’s just too good to be true. She takes my hand in hers and guides me back to the bed. The pleasure of the victory flutters in my chest, but I can’t celebrate.
We trade places. Sable pushes me until my knees hit the bed, and I fall easily. She looks at me like I’m something to eat. I’m not sure where it comes from, but she has enough confidence for both of us.
“I promise you I’ll never think about her when I’m with you. You’re not hers.” I swallow hard, wondering if she means what I think she does. Could I possibly be hers after everything?
I go down with the lightest push, and she straddles my legs, lowering her face close to mine.
“I’m going to show you exactly who you belong to,” she says, making my cock jump hard. I haven’t felt like this since the last time she and I were together.
Her eyes are full of mischief. I’m not high anymore, but I still think she’s a dream. A fantasy created by my insane mind, sheltering me from the harsh reality. There’s no way she’s here on top of me, moving her hips over my hard cock.
Sable tugs at the hem of my T-shirt, and I help her get it off.
My eyes stay glued to her gorgeous face.
I might be fucked, but I’m not stupid enough to say no to this.
It’ll probably crash down around us when she realizes that nothing can erase the image of Arabella on top of me, but why miss this now?
It’s okay, I tell myself as she undoes my belt and pulls down the zipper. I can have one last time—
“You don’t believe me,” she says.
“How can you tell?” I ask.
“You’re tearing up, Soren. I’m not fucking lying.”
She shakes her head as her hand reaches down to my aching cock. Her grip is firm and warm, and it’s bliss from the first contact. I missed her so fucking much. Being with Sable is a gift, and I thought I didn’t deserve any of those anymore.
“Tell me you believe me so I can ride your dick without feeling weird about it.” I wish I could because I want that more than anything, but I can’t lie, so instead, I stay quiet.
“When I look at you, I think about how good it feels when you fill me,” Sable whispers as if we are sharing a secret.
“Yeah?” I ask, starved for more.
She nods quickly. “I think about how long you made me wait for you and how right it felt when we finally did.”
Her thumb grazes over my tip, and I curse loudly as she spreads the precum down my shaft.
Sable smiles, loving the effect she has on me as if this was news to anyone.
She’s always had me in the palm of her hand, and if I ever tried my best to resist her, it was because I knew there would be nothing left of me once she was done.
“Take this off,” I tell her, tugging on her nightgown.
Her eyes sparkle when she smiles. “Making demands? You know, I made the others take turns eating me out under water.”
I laugh harder than I have in a month. “How did that go for them?”
“A lot better for me,” she answers with a sexy little shimmy.
I love that she’s taking charge of all of us. Yes, the Offering is supposed to be a submissive position, but it seems obvious to me that we could all use to be whipped into shape by her.
“So what do you want from me?” I ask, hungry in so many ways.
Hungry for her, to believe what she’s offering me in spite of all the reasons not to.
Sable tilts her head to the side as if she’s considering it for the first time.
I’m laser focused on her face, watching for any sign of disgust, so when she shoves me right against her opening, she takes me by surprise.
She doesn’t seem disgusted, rather wet and fuck and ready as she slides down me in one move and takes me whole.
“Fuck… me,” I groan, unable to believe how good and tight her pussy grips me.
“Yes, that’s what I’m doing.”
Her hips move in a tantalizing way. Her cunt grips me so fucking tight I almost pass out from the pleasure. She grips my chest, using me to keep her upright as she fucks.
“How good does this pussy feel?” she asks.
“Fuck, amazing. So fucking good,” I whine for her as she moves. “The best thing I’ve ever felt.” And that’s so true. This is the only thing that’s actually made me feel better since she left.
“You want this pussy? You want me to give it to you every day, maybe my other holes too?”
“Whatever you want,” I beg as she rides me closer and closer to my orgasm. It’s been so long, and being back with her is too good.
“I want you to stay with me, Soren. No more drugs, no more self-pity.”
When she rides me like this, I want to give her everything, even the things I don’t think I’m capable of. I close my eyes, cursing my inability to be better for her, but her soft palm takes my chin, and I open my eyes.
“You are mine. It’s just us now. The guys will come around, and everything will be okay.
” She’s saying a lot of things I wouldn’t have dared to hope for.
Her brows furrow, determination so clearly stamped on her face, and I realize even if she’s wrong, she means every word she’s saying.
She’s trying to prove it to me right now that she wants me and isn’t going anywhere.
I don’t deserve her, but I need her.
Tears burn the back of my eyes, and I try to ignore the way she seems to rip pain and pleasure out of me at once.
I need to get closer to her, so I try to sit up.
She adjusts herself until we are face-to-face.
My hands sink into her soft hair, and I finally kiss her.
She moans and grinds her hips into me as our tongues tangle.
She tastes like forbidden fruit, sweet and tart and full of promise.
We kiss and fuck like it’s our first time, and we’re desperate to feel what it’s like to finally be together.
Wrapping my arms fully around her, almost every part of our skin touches as she shamelessly chases her orgasm.
This raw sexual energy is one of my favorite things about Sable.
She’s been this way since the first night with Lex and Orion when I heard them all fucking, responsive, ready.
She likes to feel good, and she’s not shy about getting it for herself.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she moans into my mouth.
Muscles taut, I thrust into her, and I lift her like a doll just to push my cock deeper into her.
I bury my nose into her neck, breathing her in deep, and when I close my eyes, I don’t see all the shit that happened to me. Fuck, I don’t see anything but Sable.
She’s printed under my eyelids, all around me, gripping my cock like a vise and crying my name as I unravel.
There’s nothing before Sable, and definitely nothing after.
She’s my true north, my home. When she comes around my cock, I know this is what I need to be happy.
Nothing but her. I come a moment after her, my orgasm starting at the base of my spine but filling me with ecstasy throughout my entire body.
“Sable,” I moan her name against her lips, and she kisses me with so much want I almost believe this is enough.
There’s no doubt she’s it for me, the only fucking girl I’ve ever wanted, the only one who has this power over the five of us.
She brought fucking Hadrian back. Even though he was made to come to Bellthorn, I know he wouldn’t be one of us if it weren’t for her.
She slows to a stop, and we both pant like we did a long workout.
Her eyes run over me, and there isn’t a hint of disgust, but rather something else.
“I love you,” I say, the truth spilling out of me like water from a faucet.
Her eyes search me for a long moment like she no longer trusts what I’m saying. I try not to be upset that she doesn’t love me back. Honestly, she shouldn’t. Having her in my arms is more than I deserve, and I’m not stupid enough to demand more.
“I love you, too,” she says.
The confession is quiet, and I frown, wondering if I heard it right.
“I had a lot of time to think in that bedroom. Most of it was about how hurt I was that you didn’t love me back. That you would choose to do that to me.”
“Sable—” I start, but she covers my mouth with two fingers.
“I know you didn’t choose her. We’re good now.”
My forehead drops to hers. “Can you keep my secret?”
She sighs like the idea of another secret is tiring. “I won’t say anything. But you’re not taking those pills anymore, deal?”
She lifts her hand between us, and unfortunately, it seems fair.
“Deal,” I agree.
“And…”
“And?”
“And you need to tell your brother the truth about what happened, because if you did, he would not only forgive you but he would also regret everything he’s said and done to hurt you.”
I shake my head. “You don’t know that. You don’t get how much he hates me.”
“Then you’re doing it for him too, right? He’s so mad he looks like you? Let him know this was done to you. You never had a choice, and you don’t deserve any of what they’ve put you through.”
“Don’t I, though?” I insist, sounding so much more broken than I ever realized.
“No, you do not, and it’s killing me to let you keep suffering and punishing yourself when you don’t deserve it. When that bitch…” She trails off when the anger is too much to keep going.
“I’m not ready to tell my brother, but we agree on the rest.”
She nods slowly, and while she doesn’t seem to like it, I know she won’t let me down.