THIRTY-SIX
Nyx
All four of us Heirs are here at Unholy meeting with Jarod and Jax. Raya is pissed because I got called away before we had our talk. I invited her, but she's not ready to see the twins yet, especially after what happened with Clyde.
"This better be good," I tell them. "I have a pissed-off woman at home because I got called away, and I hate it when my little lamb is angry."
"Sorry," Jarod states. "I just thought you should know that the Bureau of Investigations came by first thing this morning."
"I figured they would since I told them to talk to your father."
"Well, why the fuck would you do that when you have him?" Jarod's temper rises, and I raise a brow.
"Just because you're Saraya's blood doesn't mean I won't put you in your place. Blood means shit when they can't be trusted. To answer your question, they wanted to take Raya in for questioning. We had to lead them away from her."
"What did you tell them?" Adrik asks the twins, not taking his eyes off the stage with the girls practicing on the pole.
"We told them that he's out of town until tomorrow. We wanted a chance to talk to you."
"Okay, good," I reply. "This is what you will do then.
Your father is coming home tonight because he's not feeling well.
You're going to find him in the morning, and you're going to call the doctor.
Dr. Mahony will make a house call and then call the coroner, which just so happens to be one of our own.
We only use him for emergencies, such as this. "
"So, our father is…" Jarod's sentence trails off .
"Dead—yes." My name isn't Willy Wonka. I'm not going to sugarcoat the shit.
Jax nods, but I can tell that Jarod isn't taking it as well. Everybody knows what happens when you fuck with the Gods of Nyte, and Clyde was no different. He just got comfortable because of our fathers.
"Before you say anything, you should know that he insulted Raya continuously; there was no saving him after that," I inform them.
"I understand," Jax states.
My attention returns to his brother, and he nods in agreement. I really hope we aren't going to have issues with this matter. The last thing I want to do is take the last of Raya's blood relatives from her, even if she doesn't really know them yet.
As if reading my mind, Jax asks, "How's Saraya taking it?"
"Raya is fine. He meant nothing to her, and all he wanted to do was use her for his own benefit," I say with disgust.
Jax nods and says, "I get it. I want her to know that we are nothing like our father. We would never…"
"Yeah, she knows it, but she still needs time."
"So, are we all on the same page about what needs to happen?" Zilas stands, buttoning his suit jacket as he does.
"Yes, we are." Jarod is the one to reply this time, and he no longer has that look about him as he did just a few moments ago.
"Good. Now I can get back and try soothing my little lamb." I smirk at the twins.
"Damn it, Nyx! Don't go there…" Jax groans.
"Then I suggest not coming to the club this weekend, because I have plans for my girl." I laugh as they hurry off, unable to get out fast enough.
"That was a dick move," Adrik states, shaking his head in mirth.
"Well, they will have to get used to it if they want into Raya's life," I tell my friend.
"Do you think they’ll try anything once you marry her, like getting a piece of the pie, so to speak?" Cray finally speaks up after being silent throughout the whole meeting.
"I would like to think not, but who knows anymore." I sigh. "Honestly, if they can get their shit together and change the business, it wouldn't be all that bad. We've already discussed this."
"Yeah, I think they'll do good by us, but still, it wouldn't hurt to still be careful," Adrik states .
I nod as I stand. "Not to cut our little chat short, but I have a girl I'm going to need to smooth things over with, and I'm very much looking forward to it." Smirking, I button my own suit jacket and follow the guys out.
It's early, but there are always workers in and out, especially the performers.
We nod at those who say hello and ignore workers who look at us with flirtatious eyes.
None of us ever want to give hope to those who work at the club, because there will never be a relationship between an Heir and a club employee.
Raya working for the club isn't the same, because she's one of us.
Hell, she doesn't need to work here any longer, but she's enjoying it, so I let her be.
She doesn't work as a sub, either—no one will ever touch her—and it's apparent nobody will ever touch me if Raya's little show with Emily the day before says anything.
I grin at the memory. The way she shoved herself between me and Emily was amusing and had my dick stirring. That woman doesn't know what she does to me.
"Mr. Beckam…"
I turn and see Monica already here, so I stop and let her catch up to me before I ask, "What are you doing here so early?"
She blushes. "I'm sorry—"
"She was with me, Boss." Cale comes up behind her. "We fell asleep in one of the aftercare rooms."
I try to hide my smirk. "I see. What is it you need, Monica?" I return my attention to the woman whose face is bright pink with embarrassment.
"Um, I was wondering if you could remind Saraya that inventory needs to be ordered today, and since she's been keeping track of it…"
I nod. "I'll have her come in early and take care of it."
"Thank you," Monica says before bowing and muttering a quick goodbye.
"What did you do to her?" I ask Cale, grinning.
"Nothing she didn't beg me for." His grin is wicked, stopping me from asking any more questions.
"Well, try not to fall asleep here again. We aren't a fucking hotel…" I try saying this as sternly as possible, but my smirk gives me away.
"Yes, Boss." Cale slaps me on my shoulder and then walks out of the club fucking whistling.
My little lamb lies on my bed, unaware I've entered the room. She's on her stomach, her knees bent, and her feet moving around in the air. Her brown locks are thrown into a messy bun, and as I follow the slender column of her neck, I notice the earbuds in her ears.
She's flipping through a magazine as I slowly walk up behind her.
When I get to the edge of the bed, I gaze down and take in the booty shorts she's wearing.
Her ass peeks out, teasing me—daring me—to take a nice bite out of it.
That will have to wait for now, because what I want is south of those cheeks.
In one swift move, I take hold of her legs, yank them open, and dive between said legs, pulling the shorts aside so I can get to the prize. I hear her screech, but I don't give a fuck as I lap at her center.
"Phoenyx!"
Again, I ignore her, and when she tries moving away, I grip the tops of her thighs and hold her tight so she can't get away.
I'm feasting now; not even my little lamb can pull me away from this meal.
It isn't until she gives in and begins moaning while trying to grind against my face that I loosen my hold.
I fuck Raya with my tongue from behind, the muscle thrusting in and out, then flicking it back and forth over her clit before thrusting into her again. When I think she's about to come, I smack her ass.
"Don't you dare come yet."
“Oh God, Phoenyx…I need to…”
My full name on her lips has something happening inside my chest. Something that I thought I would never feel again, not since it was torn from its cavity so many years ago.
I need inside her!
Tearing her shorts from her body, I make quick work, opening my dress pants before pulling her to the edge of the bed.
Her earbuds slip from her ears in the process, and I lift her ass, thrusting inside of her cunt.
It's so warm and welcoming as it squeezes the fuck out of me.
The groan I allow to slip out is loud. I want her to know that she feels so fucking good .
Looking down at the curve of her back, I trace my finger down her spine, all the way to her crack. I lean into her, bringing my fingers to her mouth, and order, "Suck."
My girl sucks two of my fingers like it's my cock, twirling her tongue around and around before taking them deep. When I shove them in deeper, she doesn't gag—that alone has my cock jerking inside her.
"Fuck, baby. Is there anything you aren't good at?" I don't expect an answer; however, she responds when I remove my fingers.
"I don't do good around you. It's either naughty or nothing…"
I work my fingers back down to her ass crack and slowly push one into the tight little hole as I ask, "Oh? Why is that little lamb?"
"Oh, fuck," she exclaims softly at the invasion.
"Answer me, little lamb. Why can't you be a good girl for me?"
"Because good girls don't get punished."
If I thought my cock was hard already, I wince at how much harder it just got from Raya's little confession. Does she not know what she does to me, never mind when she says this sort of shit?
"Woman, I will punish you any fucking time you want me to. I will give you the pain right alongside the pleasure you crave so much; all you have to do is ask."
"How about I do the ordering, and you submit?" I can hear the slight snicker in her voice with her suggestion.
"Now, now, little lamb, you know that's not how it works."
She's about to give her retort when I insert a second finger into her ass and quicken my hips. As I fuck both her holes, I take hold of her messy bun and really start fucking her hard.
"Uh…oh God…just like that…don't stop…" she pants, as I take what I want from her willing body.
"Come for me, and I'll let you ride my cock however you want, baby."
"Yes… don't you dare fucking stop!"
As much as I want her to come, her words sound like a challenge to me, so I pull out of both orifices, grinning. Her mouth has earned her a punishment that she isn't going to like. She now has to wait for her release.
"What the fuck?" she whines.
I slap her ass and then shove two fingers back into her. "You want to come, and yet, you try telling me what to do. Tsk, tsk, little lamb. Now, you don't get to come. Maybe if you ride me real good, you can earn your orgasm back. "
"Uh…stop being a dick," she moans while still running her mouth.
"You can be naughty all you want as long as you ride me good. Can you do that, baby?"
"Fuck you, Nyx!"
My smile is wicked as she continues to curse me, all while humping my hand. "You already are, little lamb, and it looks like you're enjoying it immensely."
Suddenly, her warmth is no longer surrounding my fingers.
Instead, I feel the heat of her glare as she kneels before me on the bed, glowering at me.
I wondered how long it would take for my little spitfire to realize what she was doing and come to her senses.
She gets so lost when I'm inside her that she forgets she doesn't like submitting to me.
"How about you stop running your mouth and get on your back." She snaps, and I smirk. "You want me to ride you, yet you're still dressed and standing."
My grin grows as I begin to slowly pull off my clothing.
I had already relieved myself of my jacket, and my pants are actually around my ankles now that I've stood up straight.
I undo the buttons down my dress shirt before tackling the cuffs.
My little lamb is getting impatient, which only amuses me more.
She's so fucking sexy when she's annoyed with me.
Finally, as I stand before her in all my naked glory, Raya takes me in, licking her lips. She's so distracted that she hasn't noticed I've moved closer to the bed, so my legs are now pressed against the side. Like a snake, I strike out, my hand wrapping around her neck.
"Have you forgotten how I like my women in bed?" I ask huskily, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my fingers.
Raya doesn't miss a step, and not even two seconds later, her hand is wrapped around my ball sack as she replies, "Well, it's a good thing that I'm not women . I'm the woman who you want to fuck. You came to me, Mr. Beckam, so I think it's only fair that you ride bitch this time around."
My eyes widen with enjoyment. Finally, a woman who matches me in everything . I still won't be her bitch, but I'll play her game for a while; under one condition, that is.
"Let me plug that ass, and you can have your way with me."
"Excuse me?"
"I told you that I'm going to take that ass in the Voyeur room; we need to start preparing it. "
"Like hell…"
"You almost got off with me fucking both holes; I guarantee you're going to love getting your ass fucked, and we already know that you like being watched."
I throw out the first olive branch and let go of her neck, caressing her cheek instead as I change tactics. I brush my lips against hers as I stare into her beautiful brown eyes. They are usually warm, but they almost seem black at the moment. Whether it's due to anger or lust, I'm not sure.
"Kiss me," I murmur against her mouth when she hasn't moved.
It takes a bit, but I can feel when she gives in. Her body begins to relax, and when I run my tongue over the seam of her lips, she opens for me, allowing me entrance. We both moan the moment our tongues touch, and I forget what I was trying to do to her.
The next thing I know, we’re both lying on the bed, our mouths still fused together. Raya has a spell over me that envelopes my entire body, and I give in. I don't care who submits to who as long as I can feel her around me again.
"Fuck me, Raya," I break our kiss to whisper this. "Fuck me, and take your pleasure. You can have it all."