malakai #3
The thing about Ronan was that he never needed much encouragement once he decided he wanted something. He could sit beside me looking almost bored while knowing exactly what he was doing with one hand beneath the table, how long he could keep me waiting before I started getting impatient.
Nichlas shifted his chair farther away.
Neither of us cared.
Ronan leaned closer, his voice dropping enough that the conversation became ours even with somebody else still sitting there.
“Maybe Echo does change things. Hunter already crossed one line for her yesterday. You’ve been following her around for weeks.
I’m not particularly interested in pretending I don’t want to see what happens when she stops holding herself inside everybody else’s rules. ”
That was enough to pull a grin out of me. “Maybe we finally get our hands dirty again.”
Ronan looked toward the dark windows, then back at me. “Maybe.”
I closed the remaining distance and kissed him.
Ronan met me halfway, one hand already sliding up the inside of my thigh under the table while the other caught the back of my neck and held me exactly where he wanted.
The kiss was slow at first, then deeper the second I opened for him.
He tasted like the coffee he’d been drinking all afternoon and the quiet patience he always used when he decided he was done waiting.
Nichlas made a small, strangled sound across the table. Neither of us looked at him.
Ronan broke the kiss just long enough to speak against my mouth. “Up.”
I stood as he rose with me, already turning me so my back hit the edge of the long dining table. One laptop screen still flickered with camera feeds behind my hip. Ronan’s hands went straight to my belt, shoving my trousers and underwear down in one motion.
My cock sprang free, already hard. Then he wrapped his fist around me once, stroking it once before turning me the rest of the way so I was bent over the table, chest against the wood, facing Nichlas.
Nichlas had gone completely still. The glass sat forgotten in his bandaged hands as his eyes widened, fixed on us, the fear from earlier now mixed with something closer to horror.
Ronan’s hand settled between my shoulder blades, holding me down while he worked his own pants open with the other.
I heard the soft sound of him spitting into his palm, then the slick slide of his cock against the cleft of my ass.
A small sound filtered through my lips as Ronan slipped two fingers inside me first, slowly pressing in, stretching me open while I breathed out against the tabletop and watched Nichlas try not to watch.
He pulled his fingers free and replaced them with the head of his cock.
One slow, relentless push and he was inside me, filling me until I felt the stretch all the way up my spine.
I groaned into the table. Ronan stayed buried for a second, hand still firm between my shoulders, then started moving with deep, measured strokes that rocked me against the edge of the table with every thrust.
Nichlas looked like he might be sick, which made this my favorite part.
Ronan leaned over my back, his mouth near my ear, still fucking me in that steady, devastating rhythm. “Maybe that changes with Echo here. Maybe we’ll finally be getting our hands dirty again.”
A short, breathless laugh tore out of me as I pushed back to meet the next stroke. “Hunter already said there are more names. People who owe her favors. People who kept looking for her. Once she starts pulling those threads…”
“We’ll have work.” Ronan’s next thrust drove deeper. His hand slid around my hip and closed around my cock, stroking in time with his hips. The metal of the piercing dragged through his fist every time. “Real work. Not the careful kind.”
I turned my head just enough to keep Nichlas in view.
He was trembling now, his bandaged hands clenched around nothing.
Ronan fucked me harder, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet dining room, and I let every punched-out breath carry while I looked straight at the man we were about to feed to Echo.
“You really should run, Nichlas,” I said, voice wrecked but still clear. “If you’re still here when she shows up, depending on her mood, she’ll punish you for not playing.”
Ronan’s grip on my cock tightened. He stroked faster, timing it with the deep rolls of his hips, the head of his cock dragging over that perfect spot inside me on every stroke.
“Imagine her out there in the trees. Covered in you. Blood down her arms, on her throat, in her hair. Coming back through that door looking like that.”
I groaned, low and raw. The image hit harder than the friction. “Fuck—yes. I want to see it. Want to taste it on her mouth when she gets back. Want her to sit on my cock still wet with it.”
Ronan’s rhythm stuttered for the first time. He slammed in harder, chasing both of our releases now. “And when she’s finished with him, maybe she watches me take you apart. Or maybe she joins. Either way, we stop pretending we don’t want the mess.”
Nichlas made another broken sound. I didn’t look away from him. I let him see every second of it, the way my mouth fell open, the way my cock leaked over Ronan’s fist, the way I pushed back for more even while my arms started shaking against the table.
Ronan’s hand left my cock just long enough to spit again, then returned, tighter, faster.
His other hand stayed locked between my shoulder blades, keeping me pinned and facing the only audience that mattered right now.
“Come on, Kai. Let him watch you fall apart while we talk about what she’s going to do to him. ”
That was all it took. The next deep thrust combined with the twist of his wrist over the piercing and I came hard, spilling across Ronan’s fist and the edge of the table, cock pulsing while he kept stroking me through it.
My vision narrowed but I stayed locked on Nichlas the entire time, watching the terror settle deeper into his face as I painted the wood in front of him.
Ronan followed a few strokes later, burying himself to the hilt with a low, rough sound against the back of my neck and coming deep inside me. He stayed there, breathing hard, still holding me down while the aftershocks ran through both of us.
Only when his cock softened enough to slip free did he ease back.
I stayed bent over the table a moment longer, come dripping down the inside of my thigh, then pushed myself upright on unsteady arms. Ronan was already tucking himself away, like we hadn’t just done any of it in front of a man who was about to be hunted through the woods.
I slowly fixed my own clothes, still facing Nichlas, my grin widening with anticipation for this evening.
He looked like he finally understood the shape of the gift I had brought her.
Nichlas stared toward the back door, then glanced at the time on Ronan’s screen.
Echo was close enough now that waiting had stopped being useful.
He leaned back against the edge of the table, letting Nichlas see exactly how little urgency either of them felt.
“If you’re still sitting there when Echo shows up, she might take it personally.
Depends on her mood. She went through a lot of trouble waiting this long.
I’d hate for her to think you weren’t playing. ”
Nichlas looked from him to Ronan, searching both faces for some sign that this was still intimidation instead of instruction.
“You’re really letting me go?” Nichlas asked.
His voice was quieter now, stripped of most of the anger he had managed in the car.
He looked toward the windows again, then down at his bandaged hands as if measuring everything wrong with his body against the distance outside.
I pushed away from the table and gave him more room instead of less. “I’m giving you a head start. What you do with it is your problem.”
Nichlas swallowed hard. The medication had worn off enough that there was no softness left in his fear. He understood the property now. He understood the cameras, the tracker, the fact that neither Ronan nor I intended to follow him out there. More importantly, he understood who would.
He pushed his chair back before bracing one hand against the table and putting most of his weight on the good leg before forcing the injured one beneath him.
His face tightened when the movement pulled at the stitches in his thigh, but he stayed standing.
For several seconds he did nothing except breathe and stare toward the back of the house.
Then he hurried to the back door and disappeared into the darkness.