Chapter 47 Zion
ZION
Rocking in her binds, Kali gasped.
With his hips locking me in place, preventing me from thrusting, Gedeon squeezed the base of my dick. “Feel how well you take him.”
She clamped down on me so strongly I couldn’t move even if I wanted to.
More. I needed more. I didn’t even care more of what precisely.
“Move, Zion,” Gedeon murmured against my feverish skin, and the moisture chilled the overheating area.
But his command had unhooked my chains, unleashing me and, gradually, inch by inch, I pulled out while leaning into him.
On Kali’s whimper, I rammed back in.
Out and in.
And back in.
And again.
The squelching sounds pushed me to drive in harder, and harder, and harder, until her relaxed flesh rippled each time my pelvis hit her backside.
Gedeon’s arms enfolded my midriff, and he nipped below my ear, leaving a trail of stings.
Rocking inside her, I counted the indigo cushions scattered on the couch, from one to seven, one to seven, one to fucking seven, anything to divert my attention from my balls drawing tight, so freaking tight, I was going to go insane if Gedeon didn’t grant me a release the next second.
Every time I withdrew, and my ass pushed against his groin, I questioned if this was how it would be like when he fucked me. Curiosity about being pounded had peaked within me many times since puberty, but I’d never trusted anyone enough to let them actually do it.
But with Gedeon…it was all I could think about.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” he whispered into my ear. “Dawn after dawn, I keep waking up astonished at how I have survived without you at my mercy for so long.”
His teeth dragged lower, closer to my throat, framing my carotid artery as I pounded into her. I couldn’t stop. The reflection in the mirror had mesmerized me: Kali, a shaking mess, clenching around me, and Gedeon pressed against me, feeding on my flesh, ravaging me bite by bite.
“Come for me,” he said so quietly it resembled a plea more than an edict. “Paint the inside of our woman with your cum.”
Two more thrusts, two more slams of Gedeon’s pelvis into my ass, and I plummeted. My strength retreated from my limbs and flowed into my lower abdomen as I exploded into Kali. Black dots peppered my vision as I trembled, ensnared between the both of them.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted this. You.” His arms tightened around my torso. “To witness you squirm from the growing need to come until you have no choice but to fall apart, crumble so entirely, I get to hold you until you come back to me.”
Strong fingers seized my chin, turning my head, and a pair of thick lips crashed into my own. Ignoring my screaming muscles, I instinctively responded, relishing how he consumed me.
He took his time, leisurely discovering what coaxed my heartbeats to pick up pace, what tensed my abs, what made me melt into him.
I’d never been into kissing others much. But that had changed the first time Kali had spat out an insult. And with Gedeon, I felt the same push nagging me to meld myself to him.
He left a trail of gentle kisses along my jaw. “Can you untie her?”
My vocal cords refused to cooperate. Or maybe it was my tongue. Whatever the obstacle was, I resorted to lowering my chin in confirmation.
As I pulled out of her, not an incomprehensible noise or a slurred word left her. She simply sagged in the restraints.
Gedeon adorned the crook of my neck with another kiss, then a second one on my shoulder, and a third on my upper back, the sweeps of his lips so gentle they rewired my neurons, connecting them in pathways belonging only to him.
Before I could beg him to never stop, his presence vanished, and the bathroom welcomed him.
Searching for the shreds of my clarity, I freed Kali’s left wrist, catching her before she could collapse. With her arm over my shoulders, I mumbled, “Hold on.”
Not a peep betrayed her answer, but she leaned into me, and I took that as an ‘okay.’
I made quick work of the special knot on her right wrist and then picked her up. Her head lolled back and forth while I brought her to the bed and laid her on top of the white sheets.
“How is she?” A string of footfalls approached me, and Gedeon passed me a damp towel. Concern creased his eyebrows as he dabbed another one on her lax face.
“Passed out,” I said, cleaning myself up while he took care of her.
Together, we maneuvered her to free the duvet from underneath her and then tucked her in, wrapping her in a cocoon, or the heat-trap, as Gedeon had sworn it to be.
Crawling beside her, I stretched out in the center of the mattress. An ache climbed up my tendons as I wiggled my toes, the sheets underneath me as soft as the cotton candy Gedeon had somehow managed to procure earlier that night.
He pulled off his t-shirt, the one with the strawberry patch I’d sketched myself and pestered the supplier of Vice’s uniforms into sewing onto the shirt.
Gedeon had looked adorable wearing it. And kind of hot whenever he’d taken the time to explain the embroidered phrase Zion’s and Kali’s Strawberry to any guest who’d inquired.
To my surprise, instead of discarding the dirty clothing on the floor, he spread the t-shirt onto the couch, the cream upholstery light enough to irritate him for sure.
Sensitivity to light had been a symptom of his migraines for ages.
Whenever one would sneak up on him, he’d begin to squint and scowl.
So I’d convinced our friend group to allow him to paint all the walls in our central building a darker hue, a shade that wouldn’t cause acid to spill across his retinas.
Gedeon’s jeans followed, and I marveled at his muscular physique. Thick thighs, larger than mine. The moving muscles in his back as he folded his pants and laid them next to the t-shirt, the items of clothing two inches apart.
He always preferred things, whatever they might have been, to be in a certain order.
His thumbs hooked in the waistband of his underwear, and I propped myself on my elbows to admire the swell of his ass better as he finished undressing.
If those gods Kali believed to be the stars in the night sky existed, they had done a fine job sculpting the man.
Shoulders to calves, he was all rounded firmness calling for your touch.
Pectorals to glutes, his limbs were driven by instincts of a fighter.
Eyes to tongue, he had the mind of a commander but the mouth of a sinner.
Delectable.
Wallowing in his looks, I tracked him as he climbed onto the bed beside me, the mattress sinking and rising from his weight.
“What are you thinking about?” Resting his head on his palm, he matched my position, a mirror image of me.
With him so close, he radiated heat, and I threw my leg over his, my heel grazing up his calf, the tangible proof he was actually here.
One minute, it seemed this was the new normal, but the next…it resembled a dream. A hallucination about to transform into a nightmare.
That sense of implausibility nudged me to admit, “You.”
My confession made his lip corners tilt up, the left one doing so first, then the right one joining its brother. “Thank you for sticking to my side all this time.”
I traced a prominent vein on the back of his hand resting on the sheets between us. The labyrinth of tubes directing his life essence resembled the tangle my thoughts had become.
But that jumble had formed around a single conclusion: I’d fallen for him.
A long, long time ago.
Circling his knuckle, I grumbled, “It wasn’t like I had a choice.”
His wide smile, as rare as freezing winter nights, thawed me. Liquefied me. Drained the lingering tension in my limbs. Stole control of them.
“I’m glad you didn’t.” Gedeon flipped his hand on top of mine, and before I could react, laced his fingers with mine. “I would have killed anyone who dared to take you from me.”
His statement burrowed into the organ pumping my blood, increasing the frequency of its beats, and I rested my head on the flattest pillow ever.
I couldn’t pinpoint a specific memory and say, This is when everything changed, but it had.
Sometime, somewhere, somehow, I’d begun to care for him more than I did for others.
So I’d played my games with him. Taunted him. Goaded him.
But not once had I celebrated a victory. So now, laying on the bed with him at my side felt like something my imagination had conjured up to torment me.
Maybe these were the side effects of some kind of new drug Ilasall had developed, and I would awaken in their windowless cell tomorrow.
Perhaps my life after Gedeon had dragged me off my sister’s corpse and out of Ilasall had been a fantasy.
Maybe the reality was different: the city’s military had captured me, locked me in their prison, and was dosing me with each meal so I continued to drown in my own delusions.
“Would you?” Freeing my hand from his, I brushed a line running across his palm. “Would you actually kill for me?”
“I would give anything to be able to rewind time, Zion. To go back and follow you one of those times you threw an invitation over your shoulder.” Gedeon cupped my cheek, the caress so warm, I closed my eyes to savor the sensation.
“So to answer your question—yes. I will end anyone who so much as looks wrongly at you. I don’t care if they are our friends.
” His voice thickened. “I’m sorry I ignored you for so long. ”
I covered his palm with my own, wishing they could fuse and become one. “It’s okay.”
“No.” The harsh edge in his tone was as sharp as my knife.
“Let me say this.” His thumb skimmed my lips, and the contact leached my strength.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I was too blind to see it was not the answer to my fears.
If there is one thing I regret, it’s my foolishness, my refusal to see the truth—that you mean everything to me.
” He shuffled even closer. “Guilt is driving me insane. I can’t think straight.
” His throat bobbed on an audible swallow.
“But I’m not asking for forgiveness. I know it’s not something given but earned, so I promise you this: this is not a joke to me.
I hope it’s not for you, either, because I want to spend the rest of my days with you, like this, in bed, falling asleep and waking up—together. ”
His admission squeezed my ribs. I wasn’t the type of person who looked to the future. But the fantasy he’d painted…
I wanted it. And everything else I might get. Like a fly after breadcrumbs, I knew I would follow him to the end.