Chapter 16 – Cerberus #3
I know what will happen now. I’ve had men in my pussy and my ass. But never at the same time. I wonder if it’ll be painful… or pleasurable.
Surely anything these men do to me will bring pleasure.
And then Kage leans down and kisses me, stealing my breath. For a long minute I’m lost to the kiss, and then his shaft slides into my wet body. I gasp against his lips, digging my nails into his shoulders deeper and deeper.
When he reaches his hilt, I’m in shock. “You’re fucking huge!”
He chuckles. “All the man you’ll ever need.”
“Except me,” Draven says, his voice husky as hell.
Then, as if to prove it, Draven slowly eases into my ass.
Again, I hold myself still. But my arousal has slickened my body, and his own arousal has coated his cock, so even though the fit is tight, it’s all pleasure. Inch by inch of delicious pleasure.
When they’re fully inside me, I open my eyes, and my gaze locks onto Soren’s. His expression is dark, tortured.
So when I begin to ride the two men inside of me, I hold his gaze. Somewhere inside of me, I want to punish him for not being here to touch me too. I want to make him imagine what it’d feel like to be one of these hard cocks inside of me.
Even when the men begin to thrust harder inside of me, even when I’m crying out, riding them with a frenzy, I hold Soren’s gaze. And when I feel my climax coming, I don’t hold back. I let myself go crashing over the edge.
I barely hear the names I shout as I orgasm, but I hear Soren’s. And I know he hears it too, his hand curling around his cock and his eyes widening.
The two men inside of me groan, rocking hard. Pounding like mad. And then I feel their cum fill my body. They hold me tightly, their fingers branding me, claiming me as their own. Not stopping until they seem to spend every last drop of their seed inside of me.
Then, breathing hard, Draven pulls out of my ass. Kage brings me to the bed, and the men press me between them.
“That was fucking amazing!” Kage says, kissing me softly.
Draven brushes the hair from my shoulder behind me, then drops the lightest brush of his lips onto my shoulder. “You’re fucking amazing.”
I smile, feeling strangely content. But not.
Kage’s eyes close. “A little nap and then round two?”
I can’t help myself, I laugh. “Yes.”
Both men hold me closely, and as the night deepens, they slip into sleep. Soren is no longer in the doorway, but I sense him out there, alone. And it bothers me.
So when both men are soundly asleep, I slip out from between them.
When I reach the bedroom door, I close it softly behind me.
Soren looks up from the couch, his face in his hands. “What do you want?”
I don’t know what to say. I’m a woman standing before him naked. Shouldn’t he know what I want?
Going to him, I kneel down in front of him.
“No,” he says.
“Why not?”
“We won’t be here long. This doesn’t mean anything.”
“I won’t be here long either,” I say. “I don’t expect anything from you.”
“I don’t like you,” he bites back at me, and yet we can both hear the lie in his words.
Rising up, I push him gently back on the couch. He watches me uneasily as I undo his pants and slip his cock free from his boxers.
“This doesn’t mean anything,” he repeats.
I lean forward and brush my lips lightly against the tip of his cock. “Not one thing.”
Opening my lips, I take his tip softly into my mouth and suck.
“Fucking hell!” he groans.
I continue to torture him, lavishing the head of his shaft with attention, and doing nothing else. In his body, I sense his tension. I sense his patience dwindling. But still, I play with this man who says he doesn’t like me.
And when at last I pull back from him, I lick my lips slowly.
His heated gaze follows the movement, and he leans forward. Grasping my breasts, he wraps them around his cock and begins to thrust into them, his gaze holding mine.
I sense within him a need to put me in my place. To show me this means as little as he wants it to.
And for reasons I don’t understand, I refuse to allow him to win.
When his body tenses, and I feel a shudder move through him, I pull back. He watches me frantically as I stand, his gaze moving to my pussy.
“Goodnight, Soren,” I say, then turn and head back to the bedroom door.
In an instant he’s on his feet, catching my arm and spinning me around. A second later, he’s backed me against the wall.
“I hate your arrogance. I hate the way you have my brothers under your spell. And female, if you don’t find me to be a big, intimidating male, you’re a fool.”
I smirk at him. “If you hated all those things about me, why are we doing this right now? Why not just let me walk away?”
He yanks off his shirt and tosses it. “Because you’re a fucking siren.”
His cock brushes against my mound.
“Am I?”
He rests his arms above my head, so close our mouths almost touch. “You sat there fucking my brothers. Looking at me. Tempting me with that sweet body of yours. What the hell do you call that?”
I can barely breathe. “I think you like me.”
His hands grab my ass and pull me up. My legs wrap around his back, and his cock brushes my entrance. “I’m going to pound into your sweet, little body, and you’re going to say my name.”
When his cock eases inside me, I’m breathing hard, nails digging into his back. “Oh, Kage...”
His eyes flash with rage at the other man’s name, and his lips descend on mine. His kiss is nothing like Draven and Kage’s. It’s angry. Controlled.
I reach between us and start to stroke his cock.
He makes a choking noise and rocks into my hand.
When his lips leave my mouth, he sucks my neck. And I let him, moaning.
His hand moves between us, and suddenly he’s stroking my pussy in tune with my strokes of his cock. “Say my name,” he pants. “And only my name.”
“Soren,” I whisper, not able to wait any longer.
He pushes my hand away, and a second later he’s sinking deeply inside of me.
I’m shocked by how tightly my body holds him, and by the way we move together. Like one. Like we’ve done this a thousand times before.
This time when our gazes lock, there’s shock and uncertainty in his eyes.
But he doesn’t slow, he fucks me harder and harder. Until my body is trembling and squeezing around him, and then we come together, my inner muscles milking him of every last drop of his seed. Our bodies are so in tune that for one moment I can’t separate myself from him.
And then he’s done, and I’m done. And I don’t know what to do.
“I should go,” I say.
He tenses. “I’m still inside of you.”
“I should still go.”
Instead of obeying, he takes me to the couch and lays me beneath him, covering me with his big, warm body. And somehow this moment feels even more intimate than sex.
“I thought you said none of this matters?”
Something in his expression has changed, and I see the man inside of him. The one that wants to make sense of me and what’s happened here, and I desperately want to escape him.
Because I was right. Somehow being touched gently has changed something inside of me. Right now, I need to escape. I need to put my walls back up before I crumble. Can’t he see that?
“I need you to tell me about yourself, Cerce.”
“It’s just supposed to be one night,” I repeat, feeling emotions I don’t understand rising inside of me.
His eyes close for a moment, and his body tenses. He’s angry now, for reasons I don’t understand. Aren’t I giving him what he wanted? Sex with no attachment?
We aren’t supposed to be getting to know each other. Asking questions. None of this.
“Who hurt you?” He says each word with such emphasis that he leaves no room for arguments.
“No one,” I lie.
“What about your scars?”
“Those were just from my father.” The second the words leave my mouth, I know I’ve screwed up.
“Your father?” he repeats, a threat in the question, his gaze holding mine. “No father should hurt his child.”
I feel something inside of me crumble. Soft words I never wanted to come out do. “But I wasn’t what he wanted. I was a reminder of his mistake.”
Of his affair with the woman Persephone hated.
“No child is ever a mistake, and every child deserves to be loved. At the very least.”
I shake my head, a pained laugh leaving my lips. “Not me. And don’t argue. Some people just don’t deserve to be loved.”
Staring at his chest, I’m surprised when he brushes the hair back from my face. “You’re wrong.”
My eyes sting. “You just like to argue.”
He chuckles, the sound strangely low and sexy. “I do enjoy arguing with you, but I’m right this time.”
I bite my lip. “Don’t you think there are people who are too… bad… too worthless… to ever be loved?”
“Maybe,” he says, and I feel my breath catch. “But not you. I’m a good judge of people, and you’re not bad or worthless.”
My gaze meets his again. “I don’t trust people.”
“You can trust me.”
“Promise?” And I hate that the question slips past my lips.
“Yes,” he says without hesitation, then kisses me lightly again. “We might not be here for long, but you have my word that you’re safe with us. We’ll never hurt you.”
For the first time in my entire life, I actually believe him. This man… this angry stranger. I trust him. More than my father. More than the men who visited me in the Underworld.
Yes, it’s true he doesn’t know what I am, and that he wouldn’t be saying these things if he did, but right now I don’t care.
All I know is that even though I’m a scarred, worthless monster, for tonight this man sees me differently. And no matter what happens next, I won’t let go of that.