Chapter 17
SEVENTEEN
MCKENNA
“So, Tarron is the one after me?” I ask, disbelieving, lying in Heat’s arms.
It’s after two more blissful, orgasmic rounds of sex where Heat not only took his time, giving attention to my breasts, sucking, toying, pinching my nipples, but also devouring my pussy. I lost count of how many orgasms I had.
It’s also after falling asleep and sleeping like the dead pressed up against him. Waking up in his arms is even better than I thought it would be, and I thought it would be amazing. It’s not only amazing, it’s world-altering.
Blissful even, and I’m not talking about the orgasm he gave me upon waking me with his mouth and finishing me off with his cock inside me.
It’s now when I’m relaxed into a puddle of goo in his arms, and he just finished telling me about what he’d done last night.
I should be freaked out about the fact he cut some vampire’s fingers off and yanked his fangs out, but I’m not.
Heat had simply been doing what he needed to get the information the vampire had.
What did freak me out was that he contacted Leon and found out about Tarron.
Tarron was a customer at Leon’s Essence.
I thought of him as a friend. Sure, he asked me out a few times, but he didn’t seem pissed or unhappy with my answer when I declined his offers.
I explain to him that it was against policy for employees to date clientele.
It wasn’t a lie. Leon didn’t want a bunch of jealous boyfriends or husbands coming into his establishment causing scenes.
The girls who did have spouses and significant others knew the score.
“I take it from the sound of your voice, you don’t believe it’s Tarron after you?” Heat says in question.
“I’m just having a hard time wrapping my head around the idea of him stalking me. I mean, why?”
“Don’t know why, but I can take a guess?”
“What?” I lift my head off his chest and stare at him, waiting.
“He knew about your gifts. Knew you were powerful and don’t have complete control of it. Send you into a panic, you’ll unravel, do something that would break you, give him the chance to take control and enslave you to him.”
Heat’s words freak me out beyond measure. I don’t know what to do with it all. I mean, seriously. Why would he want to enslave me?
“Why would he want to enslave me?” I ask, voicing my thoughts. “I mean, I’m not anything special.”
Heat rolls me to my back, his body coming over mine. “Baby, you might be trouble, but you are beyond special. Tarron sees it. I sure as fuck see it. The difference is, I’m not about controlling you and what you do with those gifts. I’m about balancing it out.”
That’s sweet.
“You don’t think I’m dangerous?” I blurt out my biggest fear to him without thinking.
“McKenna, in the wrong hands, damn right you would be, but you don’t use your gifts for malicious reasons. You contain it too much, honestly, that’s why you can’t control it when you start panicking. Together, we’ll get you past that.”
Again, that’s sweet.
Why is this man so damn freaking sweet? To others, he might not be, but to me, in this moment, he’s sweet. Doesn’t mean I don’t know he can be a serious jerk. Standofish. A complete asshat.
A knock on the door stops me from saying anything further on the subject and interrupts the moment between the two of us.
“What?” Heat shouts, not bothering to get up.
The door opens and Brimstone steps inside, grinning.
“Brimstone,” Heat growls, yanking the covers up to shield my naked chest. “Could have called through the door instead of walking in here.
“Sorry, Prez, but couldn’t help myself.” Brimstone chuckles. “You do remember the walls aren’t exactly soundproof around here, right?”
Oh Gods, no.
No. Nope.
This isn’t being discussed right now.
“Brimstone.” Heat growls, tightening his arm around me. “Don’t make me kill you?”
“You wouldn’t kill me, Heat, and you know it.” Brimstone grins.
“There a reason you’re in here?” Shifting, to keep me covered, but also to get out of bed.
I’m sure I look like an idiot staring after him. It’s not just because he’s hotter than any man in the world, but he’s walking around naked in front of Brimstone, who doesn’t even bat an eyelash.
Instead, he doesn’t seem unfazed as he answers Heat’s question. “Came to tell you the wards have been upgraded and we have company.”
“Leon?” Heat asks.
“Yeah, he’s stuck around.”
“You amped up?”
What does Heat mean by amped up?
“You fuckin’ know it,” Brimstone growls. “Nothing I can do about it.”
Heat looks from Brimstone to me, and I’ll note he’s yet to pull on his jeans.
“You trust me, Trouble?”
Oh boy. Why would he ask that?
“Yes,” I whisper, looking between the two of them.
“Brimstone isn’t going to touch, baby, not without my permission, but he’s amped up from casting the new wards around the clubhouse. He needs relief, and he’s not going to go to a hora to get it. He won’t do that to Kinley.”
Kinley?
What does she have to do with any of this?
Heat comes back to the bed, his eyes hungry, lust-filled, but also something else that I’m not sure how to describe. “Will you help him for me, baby? He needs to get the built-up energy out of him, otherwise it’ll kill him.”
“You know . . .”
“I know, McKenna. He’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let anyone hurt you, baby. He’s not going to fuck you. But he’s going to watch me fuck you. And you’re gonna suck him off.”
A thrill rushes through me at the thought. I’d seen pornos of women doing just that, and it was always those movies that I always got off on the most with my little bullet toy.
“Way your lips parted and your eyes dilated, you’re good with this?
” Heat’s gruff voice doesn’t help the situation.
“You like the idea of taking two men?” He pulls the sheet down, exposing my naked form, his hand going between my legs, cupping my drenched pussy, and smirks.
“My little virgin is drenched at the thought.”
“Virgin,” Brimstone croaks.
“All mine, brother.” Heat chuckles without looking over at Brimstone, and continues. “I think since my woman here likes the idea, we might need to change tactics and do more than her sucking you off.”
Oh my.
My jaw drops. I’m both shocked and insanely turned on at the idea of what Heat’s suggesting. I’ve never been with one man before today, and now Heat wants me to do more than just with him?
It’s to help Brimstone, though.
“I . . .” My voice catches in my throat as I look between Heat and Brimstone. Brimstone’s eyes are glowing, actually glowing, a deep amber color that reminds me of whiskey held up to firelight. Magic. It has to be magic building up inside him.
“You don’t have to,” Heat whispers against my ear, his fingers still between my thighs, slowly circling my clit. “Say no, and he leaves.”
“Will it really kill him?” I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips.
I know I won’t say ‘No’. I don’t want to see Brimstone hurt in any way.
He’s Heat’s brother. Not by blood, but that has nothing to do with it.
It would hurt the man who has quickly taken up so much space in my heart.
I trust Heat equivalently and know he’d never do anything to hurt me or degrade me in any shape or form.
“Yeah, baby, it will.”
“Then it’s okay with me.”
Heat barely lets the last of my agreement out before his mouth is on mine. It’s brief but meaningful.
“Lie back, McKenna. Let Brim and me show you what it’s like to have two men.”
I swallow hard, doing as Heat commands, lying back against the pillows, watching as Brimstone strips his clothes off. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my body is trembling with anticipation and a touch of nervousness. I’ve never done anything like this before.
As much as I enjoyed watching it, it wasn’t something I expected to be able to experience myself.
Now,” I’m about to do just that to help Brimstone out. I have so many questions, but they’ll have to wait for the time being.
Brimstone’s body is nearly as impressive as Heat’s, covered in tattoos, muscles rippling with each movement. The amber glow in his eyes intensifies as he approaches the bed, and I can feel the energy radiating off him in waves. Much stronger than when he first stepped into the room.
“Rules, unlike with the horas, we’re gonna have them,” Heat says firmly, looking at Brimstone. “You don’t kiss her on the mouth. That’s mine alone. You don’t come inside her. Again, that’s mine. And this never leaves the room, understood?”
Brimstone nods, his jaw tight. “Understood, Prez. I set up a barrier. No sound will be heard.”
Heat turns his attention back to me, his fingers still working magic between my legs, driving me close to the edge of my climax. “You got one rule, McKenna, and that’s to tell us if at any time you want us to stop or we’re hurting you.”
I grin at him and nod. “I thought I told you last night I don’t mind if you hurt me.”
“Fuck.” Heat snarls and snatches me back up to claim my mouth. His tongue dives in, tangling with mine. I sink my fingers into his hair, moaning into his mouth. When he breaks the kiss, he keeps his forehead pressed to mine. “You’re perfect, Trouble,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”
My breath catches as I feel the bed dip behind me. Brimstone’s heat radiates against my back, not touching me yet, but close enough that I can sense him there. Heat’s eyes flick over my shoulder, communicating something silently to his brother.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Prez.” Brimstone’s voice is strained, deep and rough like he’s fighting for control.
“Touch her,” Heat commands. “Show her how good it can feel.”
I gasp as Brimstone’s hands settle on my shoulders, large and warm. He begins massaging the tense muscles there, his thumbs working small circles in tune with the ones Heat’s working at my clit.