Chapter Forty-Four
Kenyon
“Never.” The word that slipped from Yun was so unexpected that I went entirely still.
Never? It was like I couldn’t come to terms with that, didn’t understand it, refused to believe it. She was nearly thirty, and a guide. Never? How could that even happen?
Suddenly the idea of touching her felt almost wrong, sacrilegious.
Had I ever even been with a virgin? That wasn’t really my thing, since I’d always known it was temporary.
I’d never seen how a person could fit into our lives, so I wouldn’t want to sleep with a virgin, to take that, yet here I was, with Yun, in such a position?
And while she was drunk?
It felt like we’d tripped right into a minefield we’d never seen coming.
I looked past her, at Carter, who had gone just as still.
“Never?” Carter asked. “You’re telling me you’re a virgin?”
Yun tried to sit up, those defenses of hers alive and well, it seemed. However, sandwiched between us, she didn’t have room to do much. “Never mind.”
“Don’t pull that shit,” Ingram said, his voice harsh as ever. “How the fuck can you still be a virgin? As a guide?”
She nailed him with a look that said the alcohol could not only make her sweet but also just as feisty as ever. “If you don’t want to do this, fine.”
“We never said that,” Carter said. “Just trying to make sure we’ve got it clear. I get it, you’ve never had sex. Just how far have you gone?”
Yun turned her face away from Carter, to the other side away from Ingram and Shear as well. I might not have been that smart, but even I could understand exactly what that look meant.
My cock ached with the realization that everything we did to this woman, we would be the first—and fucking last if I had my way—to touch her.
Each kiss, each touch, each taste would be what no one else had ever had, how no one else had ever seen her.
That astounded me, seemed impossible, and yet it made me ravenous in a way I hardly recognized.
Sure, sex felt good, but I’d never been desperate for it. I’d never felt some huge drive like Ingram did, where I needed it.
At least, not until now.
“Well then, I guess this’ll be extra special for you,” Carter said, a playful tone to his voice that hardly covered the hunger resting in those words. I knew him well enough to read it, to hear what he tried so hard to hide from Yun, to keep from scaring her.
He followed that up by pressing his palms to her thighs and leaning in, swiping his tongue up her pussy, no longer playing the teasing game.
He lessened the touch at her clit, but used his hands to keep her still.
The sight enraptured me, and I found myself unwilling to look away, instead pressing my lips to her throat, teasing her pulse with my kisses.
Carter moved his hands in, using his thumbs to spread her pussy before he explored her folds with his tongue, eating her out with a single-minded focus he usually reserved for fighting. Yun’s moans said it worked perfectly well for her.
Ingram reached out, cupping her breast with one of his tattoo-covered hands, the difference between her flawless, pale skin and his colorful, ink-coated skin beautiful.
He used the tips of his fingers to tease her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch, until she bent forward, seeking more but not knowing what exactly that might mean.
Unable to help it, I pulled her tighter to me to add friction to my cock, letting me roll my hips up to feel as though I fucked her—even if it was just the space between her body and my own.
Added to the physical sensations, to the view, was the guiding.
The corruption flowed from me, toward Yun, through where we touched, leaving voids in their wake.
Lust filled all the now empty spaces inside me, creating a cycle that grew that need.
Each touch drew more corruption from me and into her, and each new void filled with desire until I couldn’t separate them at all anymore.
It made me twist just enough, using my hand on her cheek to turn her face toward mine, to steal her first kiss.
I should have taken it easy, gone slowly, but I lacked the ability.
Instead, I devoured her with that kiss, slipping my tongue past her lips, claiming her in a way I’d never wanted to do before.
And Yun, for all her inexperience and hang-ups, met me all the way. She didn’t wilt, taking just as much as she gave, whimpered moans leaving her for me to swallow down. She gasped, drawing a laugh from me.
Poor girl had no idea how to breathe while kissing, did she? It reminded me of all the things I wanted to teach her, that I wanted to do with her, that I wanted to show her.
Ingram leaned forward, slipping into the space between us, but he didn’t claim her lips as I had. Instead, he dragged his tongue across her pebbled nipple, the one he’d already teased into a point.
Yun reached out and slid her fingers through his hair, pinning him to her as though afraid he’d escape.
It was only then I realized that he’d stripped down, just like Carter.
It left Shear the only entirely dressed one, since I’d undone my pants at least, and rarely wore a shirt at home.
Seeing the others like that was hardly new, and especially with Ingram, given his tattoos, he hardly ever seemed naked.
He reached for his cock, wrapping his hand around it with a low, frustrated sound that said he wasn’t getting all he wanted.
Me either, buddy.
Still, he focused his attention on her, just like Carter.
Yun threw her head back, nearly smacking me in the face.
I avoided it, so she rested the back of her head against my shoulder, her stomach muscles tensing as she tried to roll her hips.
Carter’s strong grasp kept her still, however, and he never let up as he licked and sucked at every inch of her cunt.
He teased her folds, dipped his tongue inside, then licked across her hard clit.
Even still, he kept her on the edge, seeming content to tease her, to edge her rather than let her come.
“Just do it,” Yun panted, shoving the words through her teeth. “Stop playing around.”
Carter paused his focus, looking up her body and into her eyes. “Do what?”
“You know what.”
“Do I?” He nipped at the inside of her thigh, leaving a tiny red mark in his wake. “I mean, you could mean so many things. You’ll need to be more specific, I think.”
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she finally said, the words clearly spawned from the tequila, as most bad decisions were.
He laughed, the sound making it seem as though he did really care—though his eyes told a very different story. “No, Yun, we aren’t going to be doing that today.”
“Why not?”
He smirked, the lopsided grin full of mischief. “When we finally fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to be completely sober. I want to hear you begging us for it, want you to dream of it beforehand, want you so ready for it that you’re dripping wet and squirming and crying for it.”
A full shudder ran through Yun, as though she could picture it already, and I knew that resisting her tonight was going to take everything I had.