Chapter Nine
Kenyon
The car just wouldn’t drive fast enough. Carter had taken the wheel, since he had the best reflexes as a combat specialist. He entirely ignored any speed limits, and was able to weave through traffic without trouble.
Anything to get back to the base faster, given the way Ingram had disappeared with her.
“They’re fine,” Shear said again, probably noting the amount of panic in the car.
“I’m not worried they’re hurt,” Carter bit out. “I’m worried that we’re being left out! Sharing is caring, damn it.”
I didn’t disagree with his point. We were all on edge after that dungeon, after using our powers. We used to go weeks or even months without guiding, but after getting it regularly, it was harder to abstain. I knew what I was missing, which made me uneasy with her gone.
The selfish bastard…
He’d grabbed her and disappeared, and sure, he needed guiding more than the rest of us, given that he’d destroyed the heart. Still, I didn’t like it. It felt like getting the short end of the stick, as though I were left out.
Which, as it turned out, I didn’t much like. I always felt on the outside, a healer among killers, someone who didn’t quite fit in.
I was needed, sure, that needed was different from closeness.
So having Yun suddenly gone felt like another door shut in my face, another room I didn’t belong in.
At least this time I knew how to open it.
We just had to get there faster.
The tires of the SUV squealed against the concrete as Carter turned the wheel and all but slid it into a spot that sort of resembled an attempt at parallel parking. In reality, the car was a good three feet from the curb and angled so that no one could easily pass it.
Carter was out of the car a heartbeat later, with Shear and me following. We weren’t nearly as fast, though.
“The car,” I said, gesturing to the horrid job he’d done.
“Let them tow it. It’s stolen anyway.”
That didn’t seem like a great answer, but a sudden rush of corruption that pulled from me had me not giving a damn either. We could easily afford a new car if we needed it, and it seemed we’d borrowed it as it was. I hadn’t known that, I’d just gotten in when Carter had.
The guiding, however, pulled me toward the trailer, already familiar enough that I knew it came from Yun.
In some ways, guiding felt the same no matter who did it, but with enough time with a specific guide, I could tell who it was even if I couldn’t see them.
This guiding was all Yun, the pull, the ease, the way my cock reacted.
Yep, that was Yun.
Carter opened the door to the trailer, the lock snapping beneath his hand. Then again, if Ingram had traveled here, he wouldn’t have used the front door.
He didn’t usually take anyone with him when he moved through the shadows, but Yun had proven she was different, that the same rules didn’t apply to her.
The fact that he could move this far through the shadows went to show his power, though.
Most stealth experts, if they could even access those shadows, could only travel a few feet at most.
Of course, Ingram had always been different, had always accepted that void more than most espers.
Maybe accepted was the wrong word—it was better to say that he embraced it more, sank into it like he knew he didn’t give a damn about the real world.
He preferred the shadows, had a bond with them that allowed him to use them more than others.
Still, to take another person miles through that space?
Even I was impressed.
Then I stepped into the room with the moaning to find Ingram above Yun, between her spread thighs, thrusting into her.
And damn it, that was a pretty sight. Yun had her head thrown backward, with Ingram’s lips moving across her exposed throat. It looked strange, to be fair, a mixture of two people who didn’t seem to fit.
Yun’s skin was flawless, while Ingram had tattoos covering most of his body. They looked like they wouldn’t even meet in real life, like they didn’t belong in the same room, let alone tangled up like that.
Every inch of Ingram’s fuck you attitude, the hard-cut lines of his body, stood in stark contrast to Yun’s sweetness, to the softness of her body.
For a long moment, it drew me to a stop, making me just stare as Ingram fucked her, as he moved with careful thrusts.
And Yun? She moaned, holding tight to him, clearly lost to pleasure.
So much for worrying that actual sex would have been too much for her, huh?
She seemed beyond happy with how things were going at the moment.
Her eyes opened, blinking slowly before she turned her head and took notice of the three of us standing there—sort of like creeps, if I took a moment to evaluate it. She didn’t flinch, though, didn’t retreat. Instead, she took one hand off his shoulder and reached out for us.
That need, the desire written all over her features, made it impossible to feel annoyed about anything, especially with the way she guided us all, with how much lighter I felt moment by moment.
I came forward and caught her hand, leaning in to kiss her. It was strange, since she shifted as Ingram thrust into her, but I didn’t mind that a bit. Yun seemed to focus on everything, which meant she returned the kiss even as moans broke through, allowing me to swallow them.
Her moans tasted sweet, even if I knew logically that wasn’t possible.
It was a sound of need, not something to be tasted, but I swear it was made of brown sugar with a sprinkle of cinnamon, and I wanted more of it.
I wanted to gorge myself on it, to allow it to fill me entirely.
I didn’t want a single speck inside me not filled with something from her.
“You got here faster than I thought,” Ingram said, causing me to break the kiss and toss him a glare.
“You shouldn’t be greedy.” Carter stripped out of his pants, his shirt already gone. Shear was still fully dressed, but he was never as quick to give in as the rest of us. “We’re supposed to be a team, damn it! I didn’t save your life last year just to get cut out now.”
“You didn’t save my life.”
“Sure I did. I ate your leftovers from breakfast a few months ago.”
“How was that saving my life?”
“Eggs raise cholesterol, so I was helping by eating them so you didn’t have to.”
The bickering went back and forth, the sound background noise to me. They were always like that, always picking at each other. I often played a part, but Yun held all my attention so I could focus on nothing else and the words floated past me, easy to ignore.
“Tip your head backward,” Carter said as he got onto the bed. “I want to feel your mouth.”
Yun didn’t resist or hesitate, instead parting her lips in a trusting welcome. Carter’s knees pressed into the mattress, one on either side of her head. It was a far more aggressive position than anything we’d done before, truly pinning her between them.
It made me uneasy, afraid she’d panic.
“I’ll watch her,” Shear said, the first thing he’d said since we’d gotten here. In fact, I’d nearly forgotten he was even there.
But he was more equipped to keep an eye on her in that way than I would. He’d sense her anxiety, and possibly even soothe it, before I’d ever notice.
So I nodded and left that job to him. Last time, I’d been behind Yun, unable to see much of anything. Sure, thrusting between her thighs had felt fantastic, but I’d only had the line of her back to look at.
It hadn’t been bad by any means, but it made the feast set out before me even more attractive.
She wasn’t overly skinny, but her body was lithe.
Her on her back meant her stomach dipped in, a small ridge where the bottom of her ribs sat, a valley running down the center of her stomach to her belly button.
Some desire I couldn’t resist had me following that curve of her stomach.
It forced Ingram to lean up more, to make more room, but damn if I cared. He still rolled his hips, taking her with deep, slow thrusts, like he didn’t give a fuck if I interfered at all so long as it didn’t keep him from his goal.
Her skin tasted of salt and monster blood. That one took me a moment before I realized some clinging to Ingram must have rubbed off on her. I wouldn’t have called that a kink of mine normally, but something about that sweet, acidic flavor got me hard just the same.
I moved down her stomach, then dipped my tongue into her belly button. I would have loved to move further down, to taste her juices, to feel them coat my lips and my tongue, but this position couldn’t accommodate that.
Pity.
I filed it away as something for next time. Instead, I took her hand, the one she’d used to beckon us forward, and wrapped it around my cock. I hadn’t stripped down like Carter had, but a quick flick of my fingers had undone the button of my pants, giving her access.
She did as I wanted, though with her position she couldn’t stroke me on her own, couldn’t move her hand enough.
Instead, I thrust forward, fucking into her tight grip, against her soft palm, her rigid fingers.
The sensation of a hand job—especially like this—wasn’t the best thing I’d ever felt, but whatever it was about Yun that drew me made it all the better.
It meant it wasn’t just her hand that got me going—it was the sounds she made around Carter’s cock, the way her scent filled the room, the taste of her skin, the guiding that poured out of her.
Those things mixed together and made the actual touch less important.
To think this woman had gone along with the idea she was frigid, that she was somehow defective. The idiots who said those things clearly didn’t know shit, given the way she melted to honey between us.
My own end crawled up closer, no matter how embarrassing that was. I shouldn’t have been ready to come from something so simple, so juvenile, but knowing that didn’t change my reaction.
And judging from the way Ingram and Carter moved, at least I wasn’t alone.
If I’d learned one thing from the assholes who I spent most of my life with, it was that we could get through damn near anything as a team. It meant even if I embarrassed myself, I did it as a group. Things didn’t seem quite so bad when I went about life that way.
Looking at Yun made me suspect she also rested on that edge.
Her heart raced, her breath quick and shallow, her hips lifting in tiny, instinctual movements.
Then again, not many women could come from penetration alone, which had me reaching my hand down her body to find her hard little clit, the position making Ingram’s body press against my hand each time he bottomed out.
The first touch had her back arching as though electricity ran through my fingers. The sounds she released, muffled by Carter’s cock, increased in intensity, so I kept going, stroking her clit, spreading my fingers just enough that her nub fit between them, stimulated on both sides.
She broke apart beautifully, her back arching up at a seemingly impossible angle. Ingram plunged in fully, pinning my hand between their bodies, a masculine groan leaving him as his head tilted backward.
I expected Carter to pull out, given most men would be concerned about what teeth could do to their goods when a girl came hard—especially one without much experience.
Leave it to Carter to do things his own way, however.
He slipped two fingers into her mouth to serve as a bite block.
If anything, he sank deeper into her mouth, far enough that she would have probably been gagging if not for the way her orgasm distracted her.
He shuddered, his eyes closed, as though entirely focused on the feeling.
The sight of it all took me over the edge, had me coming hard into Yun’s hand.
We all were there, panting, breathless, exhausted, but there was something else, something deeper.
Another feeling, though it had been so long since I’d felt it I struggled to believe it was true, to identify it, to accept it.
If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think that was…hope?