Everleigh #2
They exchange knowing glances with one another again, and when devilish sneers stretch across their faces I instantly regret what I said.
“We know you light a candle for your father every Sunday.” My eyes land on Softie’s.
From there, they jump back to the cunning one. “We know the only bad dreams you have are rooted in the abject loneliness you feel.”
Bastards...
“We know you desperately yearn to know what it feels like to be touched here, Everleigh.” I pant as he—the main one—cups me between my legs, once again tipping the scales in their direction.
It’s not enough that he, they, know things about me that I’ve never told another soul, but they desire to exploit those secrets too.
To use them to their advantage. I attempt a sign to let my irritation be known, but it comes out sounding more like a mating cry.
Closing my eyes, I fight to gain some control of myself.
But the longer I let him tease me like this, the more I realize I’m not in the right frame of mind to stop them.
“You’re like a siren, luring us with a song spun by the very gods we detest.” He drags his tongue over my finger again.
“Trapped in your deadly spell, we’ll tend to your every wish,” the brute chimes in as he walks around me, nestling the front of his body up against the back of mine and placing his strong hands on the curve of my hips.
“We’d gladly accept your killing blow when we’ve served our purpose, but once you’ve had us…” adds Soft Eyes who also approaches, standing to my right side. His hand rubs the back of my neck.
“Once you’ve tasted the pleasure we will bestow upon you…
” the cunning one begins before closing the distance between us and taking his place to my left.
A strong yearning races through me like an electric current when his fingers trail a path through my hair and over my shoulder.
“We promise you, nothing else in your life will compare.”
“Getting rid of us will be the last thing on your mind, Everleigh.” My breath hitches as he pants my name. It’s followed by another lick across the tip of my finger, and I find I can’t look away from his seductive actions.
The moment his lip curls, my breathing increases. His lids fall to half-mast, letting me know he can sense the want in me building. Do they all possess the same power? Can each of them feel the painful pleasure growing inside of me?
Once again, they take turns speaking, each word more alluring and seductive than the last.
“Tell us what you desire. Don’t fear what you crave.”
“Let us serve you. We will stop at nothing to give you everything.”
“Don’t hold back, Everleigh. No fantasy is too depraved.”
“Lose yourself in us, rossignol. Let us set you free.”
I close my eyes as I bathe in their seduction. It takes three tries, but I’m finally able to swallow the ball of fear lodged in my throat.
Is it fear ... or lust, rossignol?
“Both,” I admit.
Gently, he takes my face between his hands and stands tall before me. The hunger in his stare—in all of their stares—is hypnotizing, fueling the rapidly growing need soaring through my body.
Theo
Twisted amusement rolls through me as her eyes flare at my words. In them, I see trepidation. So much that it almost eclipses the intrigue I know she wishes she could be better at hiding.
We had every intention of following through with our plan to tell Everleigh about her father and the danger Henri poses to her. But the moment her delicious thoughts began to overtake her, we knew we couldn’t stand by and do nothing.
I keep her attention locked on me as my tongue darts over my bottom lip. I want to kiss her. My eyes move to her perfect, pink lips as I suck my bottom one through my teeth. I could easily make her beg me to kiss her, to take her and do any number of depraved things to her.
Though cruelty lives inside of me, I could never unleash it on her.
Not in that manner. Though I’m not above forcing her to admit what she’s desperately craving.
But for now, I’ll wait. Wait for a sign that her needs have caught up with her desires.
I know she’s close. It’s her passion that’s keeping her where she stands.
Her burning need is what coerced her into relaxing into Kas’s strong hold. I didn’t have anything to do with it.
I brush my thumb over her luscious lips, inching closer to the seam where the two meet.
Open for me, Evey. Let me in. Put me out of my misery, and let me taste you again.
More of you… All of you… I don’t beg aloud, nor does my pleading travel from my mind into hers.
This time, I let my eyes do all the talking.
The small taste I stole a moment ago wasn’t enough.
No amount of her, big or small, will ever fucking be enough.
Her forest-green eyes bore into mine, practically pleading with me to make the first move.
She looks from my eyes to my lips and back, but I remain still as a statue.
Her lips press together slightly and her eyes flare when she realizes she’s the one who has to jump first. Finally, I feel her jaw begin to relax.
Her lips part, giving me the sign I was waiting for.
I pounce, not wasting any more time and not risking her changing her mind.
In my haste to feel her lips on mine, I lose my hold on the block I have up keeping Beauregard’s voice from penetrating the room. The moment his deep rumble booms from the other side of her door, her bravado folds, and she turns her head just before our lips touch.
“Wait...” she insists, pushing against my chest.
Quickly, Kas grips her body so she’s unable to move away from where we have her.
“It’s too late for that,” I mutter as I cast the barrier back up, strengthening it with all I have this time.
“Please, I…” she attempts to protest but can’t finish her thought before I finally crush my lips to hers. Her mind is racing, trying to come up with a strong enough reason to break free from our embrace.
“Stop.” She shoves my body hard enough to move me. Despite my impatience, I force my feet to walk away from her, keeping myself in check. The others let her go at the same time, and she takes two steps from them.
The ferocity in her features kicks my thirst for her up a notch.
As much as I want her to give in to me, I thrive on her fight.
Her strength is intoxicating. When I pierce her with my stare, daring her to continue to deny us, her face falls, no longer taut with anger.
But as I stalk toward her she doesn’t back up.
“Tell me you don’t want me to drag you over to your bed and finger your pristine pussy until you’re soaking wet and singing my name. That you don’t want our hands, lips … tongues … to caress every last inch of your gorgeous body, Everleigh.
Her chest heaves with unshed pleasure as she swallows her lust and considers what I’m saying. It’s a fantastic start.
Come on, Evey… Give in to me… To us. I don’t need to use my gift to get her to consent to what I’m offering.
My words are doing just fine on their own.
I can practically see her reasoning for running from chasing down her underappreciated sense of adventure and curiosity, trying to put a stop to them.
But they’re just out of reach. She can’t come up with a reason to deny us because it’s heavily outweighed by her wish to submit.
“It would be a lie, but we’ll leave here this instant if you tell me it’s what you want.”
In my periphery, I see three heads shoot from Evey to me as a collective, “What the fuck” shouts from their minds. Ignoring them, I add, “Or you can relax back into our hold and let us deliver you to your greatest temptation.”
Slowly, she shakes her head. “I… I’m a god damn virgin.
I don’t know what I want.” The way her eyes shift to the wall behind me and the wavering of her tone suggests she doesn’t even believe what she just said.
It’s almost as though she’s trying to convince herself as much as she’s trying to convince us.
“Yes, you do, Everleigh.” Brooks retorts “Don’t let the view society has on you cloud what it is you truly ache for. All of us, including you, know exactly what it is you want.”
Brooks’s faith in her telling us the truth is ever present. I hope he’s right. I need him to be.
She’s stuck somewhere between pretending not to know and not being experienced enough to understand that what she’s feeling is normal, even for a virgin. Maybe she never considered jumping feet first into what we have in store for her, but a need is a need whether you’re experienced or not.
I take another step toward her. Then another. I close in on her until her body falls against the hard as stone wall of possessive men behind her, her head tilting all the way back so she’s looking me in the eye as I hover over her.
Easy, Theo. Brooks warns.
He’s got this. Kas bites back at him.
“I can sense your emotions, your pleasure, Everleigh. It’s part of my gift. I can reach into that brilliant mind of yours and pluck it out for you if you’re too embarrassed to say it out loud.”
“I would prefer for you to stay out of my head, please.”
“Then say it. I want to hear the hunger in your captivating voice when you admit your darkest, most depraved fantasies to us.”
Jesus, Theo. You have even me wanting to confess to you. I think Remy is making a joke until I begin to feel the ecstasy swirling within him.
As I retreat from her mind, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.
When she lifts her hands to my chest and gently pushes me backward, I think I’ve underestimated her will.
But she doesn’t tell me no. She doesn’t try to run.
Instead, she opens her eyes, the confidence I witnessed within her when she was on stage earlier shining brightly in them again.
There she is.
“I...” she begins, her hand clasping her throat.
As she thinks about her next words, the pupils circled inside of her irises pulsate with need. My cock throbs to the same beat.