CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE #2
They were our words, the ones that said I was ready—that I needed all he had to give.
Kol’s gaze heated as he slid two fingers inside me. My jaw went slack as I fought the urge to move. The pressure of his fingers against my walls was so different like this, my body bent and bearing down.
He swirled those two fingers inside me, and I let out a soft mewling sound—almost animalistic need.
“Stay with me,” Kol commanded. “Don’t let go yet. Gonna fly so much higher if you hold on.”
My breaths came in quick pants, and I somehow managed to beat the orgasm back. But as Kol circled my clit with his thumb, edging toward that tiny bead, I wasn’t sure I could take much more.
“That’s my girl. Fight it,” he praised. “You’re doing so good. A little more.”
Kol slid a third finger inside me, stretching me, circling.
I cried out, almost losing it but barely holding on.
“Eyes on me, Phoenix,” he growled. “I need that silver.”
I forced my eyes open, ordering them to lock on Kol. It all happened at once. Kol pressing down on that spot inside me, his thumb ghosting over that tiny bundle of nerves, his other fingers twisting my nipple.
There was no slow tipping over the edge; there was only a collision at full speed. My body bowed as my arms strained against the ropes, tipping just into flickers of pain, but it only drove the pleasure higher because I couldn’t escape it—I had to take all Kol had to give.
Tears spilled down my cheeks, my body looking for every release it could find. Tears of relief, of finally letting go, of knowing that I trusted someone this much, enough to give them everything.
I arched, fighting against the urge to buck, but I never lost Kol’s gaze. Those beautiful, dark-hazel irises held on to me as he wrung every last wave of sensation out of me.
Just when I thought it was over, Kol would build me up again. Until finally, my body began to tremble. With one last crash, Kol pulled his fingers from me.
I collapsed against him, everything in me still humming as I was faintly aware of Kol releasing my binds. A second later, he scooped me into his arms.
I looked up at him, that beautiful face coming into focus.
“Thank you,” he croaked.
My brows pulled together. “For what?”
“For giving me what I need.”
I lifted a hand, ghosting my fingers over his jaw. “You gave it right back to me.”
I tucked my legs under me as I hugged the bowl of ice cream to my chest. I felt like a limp noodle. But the best kind, if that was possible. I tried to load the streaming service but kept getting an error message. The Wi-Fi must’ve been out again.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Kol said, the phone pressed to his ear. “We’ll be over in the morning.”
We might’ve lost track of time after our evening escapades, which ended with a nice, long shower and made us almost miss calling Sky before lights-out at Owen’s. Thankfully, we’d made it just in time.
My lips curved as I sat back on the couch and studied my ice cream, memories from earlier in the evening washing over me.
Kol ended the call and set the cell on the coffee table, then tugged my feet into his lap. “What are you smiling at?”
I grinned at him. “I love being kinky with you.”
Kol’s mouth quirked as he began massaging my foot. “Kinky, huh?”
“I mean, I feel like what we did qualifies,” I challenged.
He let out a soft laugh. “Fair enough. You still feeling good?”
“I feel way better than good.” I met his gaze and didn’t look away so he would know I was giving him the whole truth. “I feel free. I can’t explain it, but it helped erase something for me. Helped me reclaim what it means to let go of control, even just for a moment.”
“I love that, Phoenix. So damn much.”
And it was then that I realized it. I was happy. Even with all the darkness swirling around us, I was blissfully happy. More than that. I was at peace.
My phone dinged, and I fought the urge not to scowl at it. I didn’t want anyone intruding on my happy bubble. I muttered a curse as I read the text.
Cora:
At the gate.
“What is it?” Kol asked.
I winced. “I forgot I told Cora to come over after her shift. I wanted to make sure she was okay.”
Kol simply smiled and reached for his phone to open the gate. He stood and bent to kiss me quickly. “I’ll make her an ice cream sundae, too.”
God, he was too good to me. So damn understanding.
I set my ice cream down on the coffee table. “Do I look like I just had sex?” I called into the kitchen.
A low, rumbling chuckle was my answer.
I grumbled something under my breath as I dipped into the hall bathroom to check out my reflection. Another wince. My cheeks were pink, my hair resembled a bird’s nest, and my eyes looked slightly glazed.
Pulling out my hair tie, I tried to remedy the only thing I could. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard a door slam outside. Oh well. This was the best I was going to get.
A scream tore through the air, freezing me in midstep. Then a shout. Another scream.
Kol was in the entryway in a flash, his feet sliding into shoes as he yanked open the drawer on a hutch along the wall. He retrieved a black box and pressed his fingers to the top. It popped open, revealing a gun.
My stomach dropped as fear swept through me.
“Stay inside,” he ordered.
“Kol,” I choked.
“Stay inside,” he begged.
I nodded quickly.
Kol jerked open the door, and just as he did, Cora stumbled up the front steps, holding her side.
“What happened?” Kol barked.
A bloodied switchblade tumbled from her hand and landed on the front porch with a clatter. She looked up at us in panic. Blood seeped through her pale-blue shirt. “He stabbed me,” she choked out. “I got him back, though,” she wheezed. “Started … carrying … for protection.”
“Get her inside,” I yelled. “We need to check her wound.”
Kol moved then, helping Cora inside as his gaze jumped around, looking for her attacker before locking the door. But all that was left was a bloody switchblade on the front steps. We hurried to help her onto the couch.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I said, seeing the blood seeping in earnest now. “Get a towel.”
Kol dipped into the kitchen as I gently lifted Cora’s shirt. Her features contorted in pain as I took in the angry slash across her abdomen. It was deep. I didn’t think it was deep enough to injure an organ but certainly deep enough to cause a hell of a lot of bleeding.
I looked up as Kol returned, tossing me the towel. “Thank you.”
His gaze locked on Cora. “Who?” Kol demanded. “Who was it?”
Pain lanced Cora’s features as I pressed the towel against her cut. “That reporter. It was Reese.”