Chapter 32 Rowan #2
“Cade said your dad used to read this book to you both when you were kids,” I said, curious about their childhoods, as I flipped to the bookmarked page.
“Sometimes when we were really young. Rarely, though. He is not a kind man or a good father,” he said, using more words than I had ever heard him use.
His voice was like gravel. Even though it was deep, raw, and rough, it soothed me.
His words wrapped around my heart every time he spoke, causing it to skip a beat.
He rarely spoke to anyone. Ryker said he was particularly “chatty” around me, which made me feel special.
I wanted to ask him more questions so he would keep talking.
“He said you grew up together, but that you are half-brothers. So you share a dad, but have different moms?”
“Yes.”
I felt his muscles stiffen and his relaxed demeanor shift to tense.
He clearly didn't enjoy talking about his parents or childhood, but I needed more.
I needed a connection to fill the gap that Alex had so recently vacated.
I needed a friend. Maybe Killian could be that for me, a port in the storm, someone to confide in. At least until I escaped.
“Did you know your mom? Cade said his mom is dead. Is yours still around?” I asked, knowing it was invasive, and he could easily shut down. His fingertips had been tracing my collarbones, and they stilled completely at the question.
I waited, giving him time to answer.
“Dead. She died giving birth to me. I didn’t know her. I didn’t even know her name.”
This was progress, being it was the most consecutive sentences I had ever heard come out of Killian’s mouth.
Without thinking, I blurted out in excitement, “Mine too!”
Realizing how strange my excitement must have sounded, I nervously clarified, “I just mean, mine is dead too. She died during childbirth also, and I didn’t know her either.
I guess… I knew her name at least, so I guess that's something, but sometimes it feels like I’m a murderer.
Do you ever feel like that? Guilty even though you couldn’t control it? ”
He paused again, deep in thought, before taking a steady breath and responding, “Yes,” as he tightened his arms around me.
I’m sorry, I signed.
I knew what it was like to miss someone I had never even met. Sometimes the grief surrounding my mother’s death was just as potent as my grief over my dad’s.
“We should start a club. We can call it the Mom Killers Club!” I said, deadpanning my face, and trying to lighten my own spirits with a bit of comedy.
Killian didn’t outright laugh, but I saw his eyes crinkle as a smile touched them. I enjoyed making the brothers smile. They were always so serious.
“Enough talking, read it. Outloud,” he demanded, closing his eyes and leaning his head back, making it clear he was done with our current conversation.
I read several chapters to him. I was getting really invested in the plot and characters despite its being a children’s book.
We had just gotten to the part where Jim runs off into the jungle after watching Long John Silver murder a sailor, when Killian, who I had thought was asleep, slipped his hands under my shirt and ran them up and down my back.
I continued reading as he kneaded my sore muscles.
He moved to my upper back, causing my shirt to ride up with his hands.
He tried to massage me higher on my shoulders, but my shirt tightened around my front, getting in his way.
“Take this off,” he said, pulling at my shirt, sounding just as bossy as his brother.
I debated briefly, but wanted him to keep massaging me.
No one had ever touched me intimately and gently like this.
It felt good, so I followed his order, pulling it off but somehow getting the shirt stuck above my head, and tangled in my hair.
I wriggled, trying to free myself as he chuckled deeply.
The shirt obstructed my eyes, but I felt him lean over behind me, and heard the nightstand drawer slide open.
What was he doing? I then recalled the drawer of horrors I had discovered earlier, which my subconscious memory had buried deep.
I struggled harder to get the shirt off, but my hair had somehow gotten wrapped around it.
“Um, Killian? Can you please help me? I’m stuck.” I said, sounding pitiful.
“Looks like I’ve caught a little bird,” he said with a rumbling laugh that shot straight to my clit and set my nerve endings on fire. If his voice was like gravel, his laugh was like a cave. Deep, dark, and oh so easy to get lost in.
A buzzing noise sounded, and suddenly something round and smooth touched my side, vibrating in brief pulses against my skin.
I whimpered as nerves and excitement coursed through me.
The sound stopped abruptly as he pulled the object away from me.
He helped untangle my hair, tearing the shirt in half when he got frustrated and impatient.
“Keep reading,” he instructed, placing the book back in my hands before continuing to knead my shoulders.
His touch alternated between punishing pressure and gentle strokes. He ran his fingers through my long locks, massaging my scalp, and gently pulling at my hair. It felt so good to be touched like this. He worked his hands all over my body, soothing every muscle and making me feel appreciated.
Was this what it felt like to be cared for? Alphas were supposed to do this for their omega mates. He instinctively knew exactly what my body and mind needed after Alex’s rejection and Cade’s cruelty.
I continued to read, but stopped briefly when I heard the buzzing noise again.
“Keep going, Crane,” he said humorously.
I did what I was told as his hands snaked around my front and unbuttoned my jeans.
The zipper slid down, and I helped him pull my pants off by shifting my body.
He then unclasped my bra and removed my underwear by tearing them at the seams. I was fully naked, with my back facing him, and my bare ass pushing up against his hardness.
I moaned, feeling just how large he was.
“Pretty Bird, I like your soft noises, but don’t stop reading,” he whispered in my ear, noticing I had gotten distracted again.
His hands ran across my stomach, but I wanted him to move north and grab my breasts. They were aching with a need to be touched. His mouth found the crook of my neck, tearing the bandage off with his teeth, and then sucking his mark. He nipped at the surrounding skin, causing me to tense.
“Please don’t bite me again, Killian. It hurt a lot.”
“I won’t. Not now. Not until it heals, and then I’ll mark it again.”
He continued to move his lips and teeth up and down my neck, administering little kisses and soft nips. I moaned loudly as he found my favorite sensitive area of skin.
I tried to keep reading to him, but a buzzing sound broke my concentration as I felt a smooth vibrating object glide against my stomach, move lower, and settle on my clit.
I glanced down, seeing that it was the egg-shaped vibrator from the drawer.
Killian pushed a button on the front, changing the setting, making it vibrate harder and faster, pushing it against me firmly, and I threw my head back with a gasp.
It felt so good, as if a bolt of lightning struck me; my nipples hardened, and my core contracted, begging me to be filled. I whimpered with need.
Killian briefly interrupted playing with me to grip my hips and spin me towards him.
I straddled his lap now, leaning forward so my breasts were eye level with his face.
Still propped against the pillows and headboard, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked softly.
Doing the same to the other, he worshipped each of them with sloppy sucks and kisses.
He loved using his mouth on me.
Slick ran down my legs and coated his lap, when I thought about how he had licked my core greedily.. His thick fingers found my center, and he worked them inside me while continuing his mouth’s assault on my breasts. I writhed on top of him, desperate and needy.
“I need more Killian,” I told him in uneven breaths.
My body had grown increasingly impatient and hungry. Every time these alphas touched me, I had felt a building desire, but for what I wasn’t sure. I just knew I needed more.
More pain, more pleasure, more touch.
Killian pulled his pants down and his dick sprang out of his underwear, standing tall between my kneeling thighs. It was monstrous, veiny, and leaking from the tip.
“It’s so big,” I whispered as he guided my hand to it.
I tentatively wrapped my fingers around the shaft, unable to fully span its girth. He hissed sharply, taking a breath when I squeezed and glided my fist up and down his velvet skin. I enjoyed watching how much my touch affected him.
I leaned over, licked the mushroom tip, tasting his salty precum.
Hissing again, he grabbed my head, guiding it down his shaft.
He gave me time to get acclimated to how large his dick was as he thrust shallowly inside my soft, wet mouth.
He was so much gentler with me than Ryker was.
I sucked hard on the tip to reward him for that.
“Ride me, Little Omega. I want to watch you come undone,” he said as he lifted my hips and lined me up with his dick.
I braced myself, expecting him to spear me quickly, but he lowered me patiently, letting my core wrap around him and stretch gradually.
My eyes rolled back into my head, loving how thick he felt inside me.
When he finally bottomed out, I had never felt so full and stretched.
He was still gripping my hips, and he controlled them, lifting me slightly, and then dropping me back down onto his length.