Chapter 6 #2
I would let it, too, if Kovacs wasn’t in the middle of it.
“Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the wall, bits of it crumbling to the floor. I felt destructive. Sadistic. Vicious.
Useless.
I should be able to find her. To feel her. To know exactly where she was.
If she wanted to run. I would have run with her. She couldn’t protect me from her. It was too late for that. She had already leveled me.
Needing to get the hell out, the impulse to raze this motherfuckin’ city to the ground thrummed in my pulse. I needed to kill, fuck, or pulverize someone until I felt nothing.
Walking out into the night, I headed for my bike, determined to act on at least one of those.
Water sprayed down my back, blood and sweat streaming down my skin, circling the drain. My knuckles were splintered, and bruises along my jaw, torso, and eye throbbed with pain. The alcohol in my system pounded in my head.
My forehead pressed into the cool tile, aiding my headache. I had fought the last three hours straight, knocking down fighter after fighter, the underground ring pinned against me, almost killing one before they dragged him away. Yet I still vibrated with fury.
It was another business Ash, Kitty, and I started back in the day. One I had taken part in a lot then.
I hoped tonight would take the edge off. It hadn’t.
I knew what would—what would soothe the beast in me. But she fucking left me.
My dick was hard, aching. Desperate for her, to be inside her.
“Kovacs.” I flipped around, pressing my spine into the wall, my hand wrapping around my girth. Closing my eyes, I tried to reach out for her, my mind flicking through memories of my dick fucking the shit out of her pussy.
A small groan puffed from my chest, my hand gripping harder, thinking about how she felt clamping around me, how the shadow of her tongue would glide up my chest, lick through my ass.
Gritting my teeth, I rubbed harder, needing it to hurt because I no longer felt anything anymore. I had a taste of her, of every color, and I wanted more. The need to release, to burn through my anger, had me grunting with the effort.
The communal lavatory entrance squeaked open, and the sound of several pairs of bare feet padding the floor daggered ire through me.
This used to be a public restroom for the museum, but Killian had half the stalls turned into private showers.
I thought at 4 a.m. I’d be safe from people. Safe to jack off without interruption.
A man murmured, too low for me to hear, followed by a woman’s laugh.
I hissed under my breath, knowing why they were here. Maybe it was from the magic swimming in our veins, in our DNA, but fae were nymphos. Some more than others, but as a whole, we were constantly horny.
The shower at the far end turned on, the woman snickering before I heard the man speak again, but this time I realized not only did I recognize the voice, but it was a different man.
Fuck.
I knew that voice better than my own since it talked a hell of a lot more than me.
“On your knees, my beautiful blue demon.” Ash’s voice was low, full of sensual playfulness. “Wrap your lips around his cock.”
The slap of skin hit the wet tile floor, a groan from who I figured was Lukas following soon after.
“That feel good?” Ash spoke so sensually, his tree fairy energy taking over the room. “Want me inside you?”
“Yessss . . .” Lukas moaned out. “Gods, Ash . . . I want you in me so bad.” Lukas hissed.
My dick hardened in my hand. Normally, I would leave, not wanting to be part of this, but being mostly drunk and twisting with frustration and rage, my cock ached for more than just a halfhearted release.
The energy wrapped around my erection to the point of pain, which turned me primal, only caring about pleasure. Begging to feel something.
A deep, strangled cry came from Lukas, Ash’s groan following. The slap of wet skin and flesh being pounded into burned through me, my mind picturing Brexley bending over in front of me as I hammered into her.
I stroked faster, pre-cum spurting from my tip.
Air caught in my throat as all their moans and sounds of sex echoed louder and louder through the bathroom.
“Finger yourself, Kek.” Ash’s tone wasn’t a command, but the seduction in it practically made it one. “Let me watch.”
There were a few moments of wet smacking before I heard Kek.
“Not enough, fairy. My pussy is used to you now. Craves you.”
A growl came from Ash. Through the slits in the doors, I could see Ash moving away from Lukas, picking Kek off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed her spine into the wall, plowing into her without hesitation.
Her scream shot shivers of magic through my nerves, pounding more blood through my cock.
“Kek . . .” Ash croaked. “Gods, how do you feel this fucking good? I want to be constantly inside you.”
Kek only cried out in response, not holding anything back. She let it be known how she felt fucking him.
“Shit.” Lukas rumbled, his hand reaching for Ash’s hair, yanking and twisting his head back until his lips covered Ash’s in a hungry kiss. Lukas gripped himself behind Ash, positioning before he thrust into him.
They all groaned in unison, hissing and swearing as they fucked each other. The magic in the air strangled to the point I started to sweat under the stream of lukewarm water.
The relentless sounds of sex became a backdrop to my own need.
My lids shut again, my hips punching up against my hand.
My arm ached, and my muscles burned as I strangled and twisted my dick harder.
My mind reached for her, clawing at the emptiness between us, trying to find any way in. To peel every level until I found her.
My spine prickled, my release coming, but it wanted more.
It wanted her.
“Princess.” I howled internally, her face flashing in my memory as cum scorched through my shaft.
High-pitched cries tore through the space along with the hard slaps of skin, ruthless energy pounding the fuck out of the room as the three of them orgasmed at once. It was an electric shock to my nerves.
Hot, thick cum erupted from me, a grunt carving into my throat, my mind ripping from reality as my release took me.
It was so fast, I was sure I imagined it, but I thought I saw her sleeping, curled up in a pile of pelts. Her eyes burst open with a gasp. Then it was gone.
Back in the shower stall, cold water cascaded down on me, my chest heaving for air as I slumped against the wall. I squeezed my lids against the pain of being back in reality, the moment of bliss gone.
Lost in my thoughts, I tried to recall what I thought I saw, but it drifted into the far reaches of my mind. My rage was pushed back, though, fatigue loosening my muscles enough that I required sleep.
Noise from the door opening pulled my focus as the three of them padded out.
“You’re welcome, Warwick.” The smirk in Ash’s tone was not lost on me. I knew that asshole too well.
He knew I was here the whole time.
“Fucker,” I muttered. I swear I heard him laugh down the hallway.
Naked and not giving a shit, I shuffled to the room I was using down the hall, falling face-first into my pillow.
It felt as if I only closed my eyes a moment before I was woken up, my nose itching with the need to sneeze.
“I swear to the gods . . .” I grumbled into the pillow, my eyes still shut, burning with lack of sleep. “If she has any fingers anywhere near my nose . . .”
“Oh, don’t worry. She didn’t have her fingers anywhere near your nose, massive one.”
Chirp!
With a growl, I rolled my face deeper into my pillow. Kovacs running off was bad enough, but she left me with her fucking pets to babysit.