Chapter 11 #2
“I meant what I said before.” I drag my finger across his lip again, slower this time, letting my nail scrape the metal of his piercing. His hand curls around the railing. “I fell in love with you.”
“Skye,” he repeats.
“I know so little about you, and my heart doesn’t care,” I whisper. His throat bobs. “And I know our situation is completely unusual. We can’t hope for much time together.”
He follows my line of thought perfectly.
“My crimes will catch up to me someday.”
“And I won’t stay here forever,” I add.
He’s probably the only one I can tell this to. He’s the only one who understands this part of me—my inevitability. He carries his own.
Too much is against us. There was never a moment of peace in our story, let alone the prospect of a happy ending.
But the feelings… they’re there.
His hand comes up to cup my jaw. His thumb grazes my cheek, and his breath ghosts over my lips.
“You shouldn’t say things like that to me,” he murmurs. “I’m tired. I’m weak. And you’re too tantalizing to resist.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing,” I whisper. “I wouldn’t want to regret anything.”
His eyelids flutter once. Just like before, he understands me again.
When this is all over. When I fulfill Death’s quest. When his mission ends for one of a hundred possible reasons…
If there’s any shred of consciousness left in me then, I’ll be thinking about him. Him—and Talon, and Cassian. But with the other two, at least I made memories. I filled my cup, and there will be plenty to draw from.
But with him…
We’ve been honest with each other only a handful of times.
And because he understands me—and I think he shares my fear—he lets go of his restraint.
He grabs me by the waist and spins me, pressing me hard against the motel railing. Cold metal bites into my back. His mouth crashes into mine.
His kiss is messy, consuming, teeth dragging over my bottom lip until I gasp. He swallows the sound like it’s oxygen.
“There will be nothing to regret, Skye,” he breathes against my mouth. “I told you I’m a bad man.”
My head hits the railing with a soft thud as he kisses down my neck, biting, sucking, dragging his mouth along my skin.
My legs are already weak. Already opening.
He groans, and lifts my thigh, hooking it around his hip so he can grind against me. I feel him instantly.
Hard.
Thick.
Pressed right against my pussy.
“Do you understand?” he asks, breathless.
I do. Of course I do. He’s bad. So there should be no reason to miss him.
But there will be. I know there will be.
My heart cracks at the thought.
So I do what I can. I change the subject. I focus on the way our bodies fit together, on how hard he is against me, on how he’ll be inside me soon.
“Talon’s and Cassian’s cum is still inside me,” I say. “They told me to keep it in for the ride.”
His breath stops.
His fingers tighten on my waist.
It does exactly what I want it to do. It throws him off his line of thought.
“Savages,” he mutters. “That can mess up your pH.”
“My… what?”
“Never mind. I’ll take care of it later.”
His hips snap forward.
The thick, rigid length of his cock grinds against my pussy through my clothes, pushing their mess deeper into me with pressure alone. I gasp, clinging to his shoulders as heat shoots through me.
“Could you feel it in the car?” he murmurs.
“Every time I moved.” I roll my hips against him.
His eyes rake down my body.
“Open your legs more.”
I do. I hook my other thigh around his hips, and he hauls me up effortlessly, pinning me against the railing and grinding into me harder.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispers into my ear, voice fierce. “About your thighs. Your mouth. Your pussy. The way you look when you’re getting fucked. The sounds you make. The way you cling.”
“N-Nathaniel—“
“I tried to ignore it,” he breathes. “Tried to focus. Tried to be rational. But then you went and fucked them behind my back. Was it in the gas-station bathroom?”
“Yeah.”
He thrusts again, wrenching a ragged sound from both of us.
“I knew it,” he whispers. “I fucking knew it.”
His hand slides down, fingers tracing the inside of my thigh until he cups my pussy through my clothes.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re soaked.”
His hand moves to the waistband of my pants.
“Lift your ass.”
I do, trying not to moan when the cold air hits as he yanks them down just enough to expose my pussy.
He steps between my legs, forcing them wider with his body. His fingers glide through me, coming away with a mix of slick and cum coating his fingertips. He stares at it like it’s sacrilegious.
“You like that?” he whispers. “Knowing I’m standing here looking at their cum dripping out of you?”
“Nathaniel—please—“
“That’s not an answer.”
His thumb circles harder, faster. My hips jerk.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, I like it.”
He frees his cock in one motion and drags the head over my pussy once, slow enough to make my knees shake, then lines himself up, pinning both my wrists above my head with one hand against the railing.
He pushes inside me in one deep thrust.
My back bows against the railing. His hand tightens around my wrists, pinning them with a force that borders on cruel.
“Nathaniel—ah—“
He pulls out halfway and slams back in. My breath shatters. Heat explodes through my stomach.
His free hand drags down my thigh, gripping hard, angling me higher so he can bury himself deeper.
“There will be nothing to regret,” he whispers against my ear. “Nothing.”
“There will—oh, there will be…”
“No.”
His eyes flick to the door, to where Mark is tied and waiting. He pulls out so fast my knees buckle, and he catches me by the waist, hauling me toward the door.
“Nathaniel—“ I gasp, stumbling as he shoves it open.
Inside, Cassian sits on the far bed, cleaning a knife. Mark is tied on the floor. His eyes go wide, locking on us instantly.
Talon isn’t there.
The bathroom light glows faintly behind the half-closed door. A shadow shifts inside.
Nathaniel pins me against the wall beside the doorway, lifts my thigh high around his hip, and sinks into me again, a thrust that steals my breath.
Cassian’s head snaps up, but Nathaniel doesn’t even glance at him. My head falls back, eyes fluttering open just enough to meet Cassian’s.
He’s already hard.
Already breathing too shallowly.
“Nathaniel—“ I breathe, but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.
Nathaniel drives deeper, then grinds slowly. Slow enough to make my legs tremble violently.
Mark makes a sound behind the tape over his mouth.
Nathaniel smirks without looking at him.
My pussy clenches around him.
I’m panting, shaking, coming apart already.
Cassian’s chair scrapes the floor.
His hand slips under the waistband of his pants.
His breathing breaks into a low, shaky groan.
“Skye…” he whispers. “Fuck…”
Nathaniel licks the corner of my mouth, a slow, heated drag that sends another shiver through me. I didn’t even realize a single tear fell from my eye.
“Tell him,” he murmurs. “Tell Cassian how good this feels.”
My mind shatters in a rush of heat.
“C-Cassian—“ I gasp, my voice cracking. “It feels… so fucking good—”
Cassian’s head drops forward, his hand moving faster.
“For me, too,” Nathaniel gasps. “Every moment you’re here… it feels just like this.”
My orgasm builds too fast.
“Nathaniel—I’m—“
“I know,” he murmurs. “Let it come.”
I fall apart with a cry, my back arching off the wall, pussy clenching violently around him.
Nathaniel’s grip tightens at my wrists and my throat as he buries himself to the hilt with a low, guttural groan. His cock throbs inside me. He keeps me pinned until the tremors fade. Only then does he loosen his grip and slide out of me with a low, satisfied sound.
His cum leaks out of me immediately, warm down my thigh.
My body curls instinctively toward him when he sets me down.
Cassian wipes his hand on his shirt.
Nathaniel pulls the blanket over my hips.
My vision blurs at the edges. I try to say something, to reach for him, but the exhaustion hits like gravity doubled, pulling me under.
The last thing I hear is Nathaniel’s voice, low and dark and unbearably soft as he brushes my hair off my cheek:
“Every moment you’re here…”
And I fall asleep instantly.