14. Jace
Kol is even pissier than usual because of our dear sister. Somehow, the little minx has managed to continue to give him the slip, and it would be funny if I didn’t feel like I was about to die of blue balls.
I’d been this close; for the last two years, I’ve dreamt of fucking my Little Fox, and while it hadn’t been straight out of my dreams, feeling her pretty lips wrapped around my cock could have gotten me by until we had more time.
I pull out a smoke and light it, dropping into the damn chair as Kol loses his already fragile mind.
“How is one girl constantly able to give us the slip?”
His glass goes flying against the wall, exploding and littering pieces of glass and expensive alcohol all over the place.
“If you want it done right, you have to do it yourself. I’ll follow her next week.” I blow the smoke toward him because I know he hates it, but fuck him.
I might be willing to follow our sweet little sister, but I’m still pissed my balls are aching.
“Nobody trusts you to do it after last week, not to mention today,” Isaac says like the bitch he is, because of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“What happened today?”
“Nothing,” I grit out, flicking my cigarette at Isaac when he opens his mouth.
He brushes off the ashes and hots that stick to his jeans and rolls his eyes at me before turning back to face Kolson.
“What did you find?” He changes the subject, and I sink further into the chair when Kol lets him.
“Fuck all.” He throws his hands up in the air before raking them through his hair, making it stick up every which way.
Well, shit.
If there’s anything in life Kol likes, it’s control; he gets off on it the same way I do with the lack of it. His being even less than perfect in public is a sign that he’s cracking.
The last time he cracked, we were burning bodies for a week.
A quick glance at Isaac tells me he sees it, too.
“Following her isn’t a terrible idea. We just need it to be someone else. We’re busy or too unstable to be trusted.” He glares at me, letting me know that last bit was for me, and I flip him the bird.
He’s not wrong exactly, but still, no reason to be a fucking asshole about it.
“Not to mention she knows us. It will be a lot easier for someone she doesn’t know to keep close,” I offer, lighting yet another cigarette because I wasted most of the last one.
Kolson pulls his hands from his hair, his eyes unfocused for a moment before they dilate and he locks in.
“Call him, get him set up with whatever he needs. I want a report in a week on where she’s at and what she’s up to at all times.
Not just when she poofs on Saturday. Tell him he’s not to be seen.
He might not be one of us, but he’s a big-ass guy.
He’s likely to spook her, and if anyone is going to scare our little sister, it's going to be me.”
It’s been two days, and all I can think about is how close I was to making Vixen mine.
This is the second time in less than two weeks I’ve been cockblocked.
I hit the heavy bag and pretend it’s Isaac’s stupid fucking face because if I hit him for real, he’d find a way to fuck with me that I’m not smart enough to fight against.
Brainy bastard.
I’ve fucked every girl who’s even looked at me, which isn’t crazy for me. Bitches love Jace, and Jace loves bitches…
But the fact that none of them have been enough is a fucking problem.
My balls are going to fucking explode if I don’t come soon.
Fuck it.
I’m not allowed to rough her up, but nobody actually said I can’t fuck her, and if they did, well, I sure didn’t hear ‘em.
I’d never cared for the idea of a sister, sounded like a lot of fucking work if you ask me. But Zela is perfect, and now she’s ours whether she likes it or not.
It’s time she understood that.
I leave the gym and head up to her room, already feeling lighter. This is exactly what I need, and when I try her door and find it locked, well, that just makes this even more fun. Nobody wants a bitch who’s too easy.
I love when they put up a little fight, gets the blood pumping.
It only takes a minute and my handy lock picks that I never go anywhere without.
They’ve gotten me out of more than one sticky situation and into even more than I can count, like this one.
The lock clicks free, but the door only moves an inch before catching again.
Smart girl.
I can see just enough through the gap to see the flip lock that she must have installed herself, and my cheeks ache right along with my cock.
She’s so full of surprises. I’d originally been annoyed to have her as a sister; she seemed timid and boring, but I’m starting to see the appeal.
Too bad she was set up for failure; this is our house, not hers. I know these halls; I’ve picked these locks and scaled in and out of every window.
I could get into her room with my eyes closed, but there are funner ways.
Isn’t it supposed to be romantic when a guy comes through your window? I stand in the grass looking up at her window and decide to do just that.
It takes a few minutes, and I almost ruin the fun when I get excited about her unlocked window and nearly wake her.
Note to self: she’s a light sleeper.
That’s fine though; Isaac and Kol are too, and I’ve been successfully getting past them for years now.
I step down from her window ledge and bask in the moment.
The moon shines in behind me, bathing her in the light. She really is stunning, small and meek but delicious all the same.
I can’t wait to taste her. I should have brought some straps; I could have tied her to the bed and taken my time.
Next time.
For now, I can simply get what I need; we have nothing but time now that she’s ours.
I move on silent feet, slipping around the room, avoiding any floorboards that might give me away until I stand on the opposite side, the window a backdrop to her.
My cock is so damn hard as I pull it free, already leaking just from the sight of her, the game of chase that’s sadly now over.
I can already feel the dopamine flooding me at the first stroke, and I know I won’t last long, not after walking around with blue balls for days. Not after I was so close to having Vixen, only for my brothers to ruin it.
The thought is sobering, and suddenly standing here isn’t enough. It hadn’t been the plan to begin with; I’d just gotten caught up in the sight of her.
I move onto the bed, less careful now that I’m here, settling myself above her, one leg on each side until she’s trapped. There’s no way she’s getting away from me this time, and thanks to her pretty little lock, she won’t be getting anywhere in a hurry either.
I don’t need to see myself to know the smile that's curling my lips is sharp and wicked. How could it not be, knowing my beautiful little sister is completely at my mercy?
With a groan, I grip the base of my cock in an attempt to stop the build of my release. I know I won’t last long, but this is ridiculous.
I need to hurry up so I can ensure I get to paint her face with my cum, awake or not.
She’s on her side, one hand under her pillow, the other twisted up in the blanket, essentially trapped, at least for a moment. Yes, I want her to struggle, but I don’t want her to get away, at least not until I’m done with her.
Her mouth is slightly parted, and I can’t resist the urge to lean in, pressing the sticky tip of my cock to her lips, painting them with the drops of pre-cum she’s got leaking from me right now.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the sight makes my balls tighten further, and then she does the unthinkable: her tongue darts out to lick at that plump lower lip.
I find a rhythm pumping my cock close enough that I’ll have no problem painting her face. If I weren’t so fucking close, I would snap a picture for later, but there’s always next time. And there will be a next time; this can’t be the only time, not now that I’ve had a taste of her.
I’ve always had an addictive personality, and I’ll be damned if she didn’t just fill that ache I’ve been carrying around.
Our poor, innocent little sister won’t stay that way for long. Pity; she’s so much fun like this.
Her eyes flicker behind her lids, and I groan loudly, no longer trying to keep quiet; the idea of her waking enough to push me closer to the edge.
The fear that I know will shine in her eyes—will she be disgusted? Probably, but eventually I’ll turn that disgust into a craving.
I’ll make her realize what she’s missing out on.
Her eyes fly open and lock with mine before they harden, and pain explodes in my leg. I come so damn hard I forget to breathe as hot ropes of cum paint her face; the pain only making my pleasure that much more euphoric.
She’s a fucking vision; the heat in her gaze isn’t fear or even disgust, it’s loathing and the pain in my leg…
It’s a fucking knife, wedged deep into my thigh, her tiny fingers still wrapped around the hilt.
A smile pulls at my lips, and I choke on a laugh as I try to remember how to breathe before tossing my head back and barking a laugh.
This little kitten seems to have claws, and fuck me, if that doesn’t make her even more addicting.
I’ve had a lot of women; never has one had the balls to stab me, even if I was a little rougher than they wanted.
With one hand still wrapped around my cock, I use the other to smack hers away. Pulling the knife free, I grit my teeth against the pain that makes my softening cock twitch.
It’s no secret I’ve got a few screws loose, always have, but I’m not sure little Zela really got it until just now. Her eyes flick between the knife and up to my face; finally, I see the slight hint of fear, and honestly, it only makes her more beautiful.
“Marked as mine in both cum and blood.” I press the blade against her cheek, the sharp edge resting against the corner of her lips as I lean in, running my tongue over the cool steel to taste the metallic flavor mixed with my salty release and her sweet flavor.
I’d make a drug of her if only I could handle sharing.
“You will never be free of me now, little sister. I’ll follow you to the ends of this earth, this life, and the next. You will always be mine.”
I drop the blade back on her bed as I swing myself up and off of her. My leg protests but holds as I move back toward the window as I tuck my once again hard cock back into my pants as she scrambles to sit up and arm herself again.
“Until next time.” With a lazy salute, I drop back out her window onto the eave below just as she reaches the window, looking down at me.
Her chest is heaving, face still dripping my release, my blood mixed with it on her cheek, even as she attempts to wipe it away with her arm; all she manages to do is smear it around.
Sexy as fuck.
The knife is clutched in her fist, and I have no doubt she would have stabbed me again. She didn’t hesitate the first time; she definitely won’t next time.
Kinky.
I blow her a kiss and continue down the roof to my window. It sure beats climbing all the way back down and taking the stairs with a stab wound.
It takes all of my very minimal self-control to keep from going back, but even bleeding, I feel better than I have in days—no, weeks. The deep gash in my leg isn’t even enough to stop the pep in my step.
I can’t wait to tell my brothers what a fighter our little sister is and how fucking great she looked covered in my cum.
My cock jumps, and I have to adjust. This night will live in my spank bank for the rest of my life, but right now I need to clean up this little gift.
I move through my room, humming as I move into the bathroom and grab my first-aid kit. I’m not a novice when it comes to getting hurt; hell, I don’t even mind it most times, so dressing this won’t be hard, though I probably should shower first.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I let my eyes trail down to my leg and see what a mess I really am.
The thought of washing off the trace of her lips from my cock makes my chest feel tight. Instead, I simply shed my pants and wipe down my leg before wrapping it up and heading to bed.
It’s not until flat on my back in the middle of my bed, hand wrapped around my cock as I relive what just happened, that I realize that wasn’t the first time I saw that knife…
But where?