Chapter 26 Kaye
KAYE
I’m lost in sensation before my knees hit the tile, drunk on desire and so desperate for release that I can’t think straight. I’m even more desperate with his heart beating where my palm rests on his chest, finally able to touch him, and my legs splayed to either side of his hips.
His dick is glorious where he has it fisted in his hand, thick and veined.
He looks rock hard, and I can’t imagine how it will feel to have his length sliding into me.
I won’t have to imagine for long. He pumps it a few times, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the seam.
My mouth goes dry at the sight. I can’t wait to taste him, would throw fuck all to the wind and do it now if I thought I could stand it one more minute.
He uses the fat head of it to paint his pleasure onto my clit, my eyes rolling back at the sensation.
Then he’s at my entrance, seeming somehow bigger now that he’s against me.
Zane guides it as he breaches my initial resistance.
He grunts as his head stretches me, pushing slowly to give me time to adjust. And God, even that feels so fucking good that I want to come, but the tendrils of his power inside me are working against me now, staving it off, and I know then that he could do make good on his threat if he wanted to.
He leans against the shower wall, looking like a king on a throne.
“You get what you want when I get what I want,” he says. “And not a moment sooner.”
I thrust my hips down, impaling myself fully on his cock in one go. I gasp at the sudden ache, the almost-pain of feeling so suddenly and immediately full, but it’s worth it to see his eyes roll back in his head, his control slipping for just a moment and pleasure flares through me again.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, gritting his teeth. “You take me so fucking good. Your pussy was made for me.”
He’s right. After the initial adjustment, he feels perfect inside of me, filling me up to the brim and with enough stretch that it rides the edge between pleasure and pain. His hips twitch, and even that feels so good I shudder, my arms breaking out in goose bumps.
I waste no time chasing it, that friction, grinding my hips against his in a sinful cycle that takes him nearly out of me before plunging back in.
“Yes, just like that.” He sighs. “Riding me like such a good little slut. Do you want to be my slut, Checkmate?”
My core trembles as sensation builds inside me, and as powerful as he is, I’m not sure he could keep it at bay, but I don’t want to test it. Not now, while I’m so goddamn close. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m yours, Charade,” I choke out. “Your slut.”
“Good girl,” he groans. “Good fucking girl. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?”
I nod, not trusting myself to speak and knowing that words will fail me anyway.
He palms my ass, bringing me closer until my tits are hanging in his face.
He sucks a nipple on a long, hard draw just as his other hand flicks my clit and I come so hard I swear I see God.
My orgasm shatters through me, thunderous in its power, the quake of it even stronger for having been held off for so long.
Zane carries me through it, his thumb rubbing rhythmic circles into my sensitive skin as my walls pull him in, convulsing around him.
I come back to myself slowly, and as much as I don’t think it’s possible, I can already feel myself building up again.
“You’re gorgeous, Kaye,” Zane says. “So fucking perfect when you come. Can you give me another? I know you can—I feel you tensing. Your pussy’s going to milk me dry, isn’t it?”
I nod even though I don’t think he expects an answer.
He picks up the pace, hips rising to meet me and his hand on my ass keeping me where he wants me even as I ride him.
We build together, rising higher and higher.
He is everywhere all at once, sucking and teasing my nipples, steadily coaxing the pressure on my clit.
The smell of sex and salt and hot moisture’s all around us.
Everything else falls away but Zane and the tension we create, the thrusting of our hips, his teeth on my shoulder. His lips on mine.
I reach the precipice first, but I try to pull it back in, to wait until he can go over the edge with me.
“Come for me, Kaye.”
The command is threaded with his power. It rips through me with the force of a typhoon. He’s not far behind, coming with a shouted curse. He twitches inside me, spilling in me with a few more pumps, then stills as we catch our breaths.
My body feels weightless, boneless, as he kisses the remnants of my tears away. He scoops me into his arms, holds me pressed against his chest. “I almost lost you again, Kaye. I’ve never been so scared in all my life.”
His wet hair is soft between my fingers as I cling to the nape of his neck. “It’s okay, Zane. I’m right here.”
“Are you okay? Was that too much for you?”
How do I capture how that experience made me feel?
It was rough and intense, raw with a flavor of danger that made it all the more appealing.
Sex with Zane felt like facing him in battle, his will against mine in a dance that drove us each to higher realms of sensation and pleasure. I can’t wait to do it again.
“It was perfect.” I sigh. “If I had known being your captive would have ended like that, I’d have let you take me long ago.”
His hearty laugh encases me, filling my chest with warmth. I close my eyes as his strong hands massage shampoo through my roots and onto my scalp. It feels so damn good.
I wake up some time later wrapped in a cotton robe and tucked into Zane’s side under the sheets, his hand holding mine. I don’t think I’ve ever been so content.
We doze for some time, wrapped up in each other, feeling warm and cherished. I don’t think either of us ever had enough of that.
We make love two more times before sleep finally claims us.
When we claim each other this time it is full of sensual caresses and gentle care, though no less filled with passion.
I love that I can have both with this man—the villain hungry for my submission and the man who soothes it all away.
I love our games. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of playing them or exploring the sides of our dynamic that the battle for New Malcolm never let us have, but I also like the moments when we are soft and I feel safe and cherished in his arms.
I trace swirls into his skin, following the lines of our shared scars and committing them to memory. His eyes close and his breathing turns soft and deep.
“I love you, Zane Maxwell,” I whisper.
Someday soon, I’ll be brave enough to tell him for real. For now, this moment is enough.
Zane
Our fingers graze as Kaye passes me a vial full of her power, the look in her eyes smoldering in a way that goes directly to my groin.
It took three days of brainstorming and experimentation to figure it out, a subtle and exact combination of her gifts and mine to pull the essence from her blood and contain it.
Three glorious days spent collaborating and exploring our new relationship. Learning each other.
Each time we come together is unique. Tender one moment and full of fire and dominance the next.
As much as I imagined about what being with her would be like, my fantasies never came close to reality.
The trust she places in me, the way she is not just up for any challenge but enthusiastically pursues wherever we go—it’s beyond words.
I can’t remember ever feeling this way. Like the world is some place I could be again. Like it’s worth fighting for my place in it.
Because of her.
She figured out the secret of C’s tunnels, she stole the map that will bring me to him, and now she’s giving me a cure. She really does shit fairy tales and rainbows.
“Thank you, Kaye. I can’t begin to tell you what this means to me.”
Even if it doesn’t end up working, this is still the closest I’ve come in a long time to progress.
To being free of this chemical exchange.
When I first created the serum, a single dose could last as long as a month or more before I had to administer it again.
Now, after five years of taking it, I can barely last a week.
The effects seem to be changing too, my eyes brightening ever so slightly and taking on what I can only describe as a radioactive quality.
George says my moods have been shifting more. Heightening. The urge to react builds stronger in my chest. I’ll do anything to contain that. The serum may have saved my life, given me these gifts, but it doesn’t get to control me. If I am to be a monster, let it be one of my own creation.
Kaye’s power is milky and emits a faintly electric blue tinge, like a power surge given corporeal form. Adding it to the serum does little to alter its appearance, turning it only to a less inky color of charcoal than before. Physical appearances often conceal what’s happening within, however.
The euphoria of Rose surely cannot compare to the absolute, pure rapture that explodes like a supernova as it hits my veins.
My atoms rearrange themselves, blooming, forming and reforming into newer, stronger mutations of themselves.
Each burst within me is an imperfection targeted and corrected until I am remade anew. Healthy. Strong.
Unstoppable.
“Zane! Can you hear me?”
Dragging my eyelids open, I find myself looking at the cement and stone ceiling in the basement laboratory. Strange. I don’t recall lying down.
“Are you alright?” The cascade of Kaye’s hair falls over me, sparing my aching eyes from the fluorescent luminosity of the bulbs above me. Why do I feel so dry, rung out like an old towel?
She helps me into a sitting position, chattering all the while about how worried she was.
How nervous. I try to keep up with the steady flow of words.
Distantly, I acknowledge that she cares.
That I care that she cares. That it makes me feel good and warm and welcome.
But all I can hear is the pounding of blood in my ears.
“I think I just need a minute. Headache.”
She places her hand over mine, offering a steady, silent anchor. Slowly, the pounding in my skull abates, and in its place, strength and ecstasy remains, all pain lost and forgotten in the effects of the drug.
“How do you feel?” The back of her hand comes to my forehead, then moves down to my cheek.
“Fantastic.” I press a kiss to her knuckles. “Like nothing ever happened.”
“But—”
“I think I had too much serum in my system.” It’s only been a day since I took the last dose. A minor overdose could easily have caused the blackout. The headache. “Your power must have helped burn through. I’m fine now.”
She releases a long breath. Her beautiful brown eyes meet mine, shooting an arrow of wonder straight into my heart. This lovely, amazing, incredible woman cares about me.
“I hate that you’re experimenting on yourself.” She sighs. “What if something had gone wrong? Just because I can heal myself doesn’t mean I’d be able to heal you. We should have waited until George came home at least.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about that anymore.” Grinning, I pull my shirt collar down and to the side.
The scar tissue fades before our eyes. Gone are the puckered edges, the angry wound. She runs her fingers over it, and it feels so damn good. I dip my head, capturing her lips for a kiss full of gratitude and contentment.
“Zane,” she breathes my name as though it is the ghost of a dream.
As though trying to capture the whimsy of a moment ago, when the world’s edges were dewy with sleep and softened by clouds and moonlight.
Her fingers curl into the fabric of my shirt.
“I’m ready to talk about what happened with the CCP—I think I need to if I’m going to move on.
I’d like you to be the person I share it with, if that’s okay. ”
“I want to, Kaye, but…” My heart swells as I look at her.
Beautiful. Formidable. Still bleeding from her hidden wounds.
I know better than most how that weight can steal the luster from a life.
It’s easier not to face some demons, but those who do—either to vanquish or embrace them—are truly heroic, powers or no.
“We don’t know what effect this serum could have on my powers.
I could be unstable, the connection corrupted. ”
“If I don’t say do it now, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to face it,” she says. “I don’t want to go after C without overcoming it. Will you help me?”
Her fingers feel cold as I take them in mine. Cold, but full of strength as she grips me tightly. “Are you sure?”
She nods, pressing her palm to mine tighter. “Let me show you.”