6 | Silver
Turns out there’s not much better to break up a party than realizing there’s someone listening in to all of your thoughts.
Especially when you’re trying to talk about that specific person’s betrayal and they’re currently violating your mind without permission.
I’m pretty sure we collectively experienced that whole don’t think about white elephants phenomenon. Where whatever you don’t want to think about becomes the only thing going round and round in your head. Except, for us, it was don’t think about Ember or the vampires or how damn hurt you are over his actions.
And, of course, those thoughts were the only ones that kept creeping back into my head.
I tried and failed to think about nothing. Emptying my mind and imagining blank slates or white walls did absolutely nothing to help. My brain kept looping back to how hurt I am, how exposed I feel right about now.
How much I really, really don’t want him inside my shitting head.
It’s like nothing is safe to think of.
My thoughts, feelings, memories, they’re all exposed like a live wire or an open wound. And Ember’s rooting around in them all, not noticing the damage he causes.
I think we were all collectively too drained and exhausted to fight the invasion, and it meant we split off pretty quickly. My family headed up to the apartment next door to my mages’. The same place I briefly lived in a few months ago while we were working on fixing Fabian’s curse. It only has two bedrooms, but I think everyone was feeling kind of raw and they were all happy enough to be living on top of each other rather than splitting up.
Zeph and I headed next door, leaving Seb and Roscoe to spend the night in the med bay.
Fabian refused to join us. I don’t know if he has more work to do, but he was looking fit to drop when we left him with Roscoe. I couldn’t bring myself to drag him upstairs, either. Too cowardly about what I might have seen when he finally gave me his attention.
Part of me is terrified that our moment from earlier tonight will be just another one-sided memory.
I’m also shit scared that he’s changed his mind about me, having witnessed the mess in the reception hall. While it didn’t faze Dante, the tether between Fabian and me has grown tattered. To him, we’ve barely known one another for a few weeks. It would be more strange if he wasn’t at least a bit weirded out about seeing me puppeteering dead things.
It’s one of the many things I’ll deal with in the morning. Right now, I feel like I’m snatching all the peaceful moments I can get because everything is bound to kick off as soon as dawn comes.
Once the apartment door snaps shut behind us, it’s as though Zeph’s control snaps.
He keeps one hand on my hip, steering me through the apartment until we’re in his bedroom. Once inside, he shuts the door with his foot, turning to me with predatory intent.
His eyes are dark and focused on mine, like there’s nothing else that exists in the world beyond the two of us. Then pushing me up against the door, he stares down at me, looking every inch a feral beast whose leash is barely holding him back.
He presses his forehead to mine for just a moment, and I can feel him shaking. He needs a release from all the built up emotions from tonight, that much is clear. A way of channeling the roaring emotions from tonight that seem to be threatening to pull him under.
I know exactly what he’s experiencing, because I feel it too. There’s a buzzing beneath my skin that I’ve been trying to ignore since I threw myself at Dante, hours ago. It’s restlessness mixed with brutal exhaustion and I know there’s no way I’d sleep right now, even if I tried. Too many thoughts are rattling around in my head.
“Zeph,” I say his name on a soft exhale of breath. “What do you need?” I ask, my voice huskier than normal.
“You,” he growls out the word before his lips collide with mine.
The kiss is aggressive, a battle—not between the two of us, but between Zeph and his barely leashed wildness. He pushes his enormous body against me until all I can see and feel is him. He kisses me long and hard, his tongue tangling with mine before pulling back for a moment to meet my eyes.
I reach up and nip his bottom lip, silently telling him to give me all he’s got.
I think it’s what we both need right now. A way of channeling the emotions threatening to eat us both alive.
He nods. “Only if you’re certain you know what you’re asking for, Little Witch. I can’t be gentle right now.”
Snorting, I tug him closer and pull him into another deep kiss. One that tells him I feel him right the way down to my soul, that something deep inside me understands the parts of him he tries so hard to keep tucked away. I want him to trust me enough to give me all of them.
I know it’s a big ask. Zeph keeps so many pieces of him tucked away so they never see the light of day. But maybe one day we’ll get there.
“I’m sure. I need you, Zeph.”
He closes his eyes for a moment at my words, taking a deep shuddering breath before tearing my shirt over my head. I kick off my boots and he grumbles as he tries to himself as he struggles to pull my pants down.
“Why are there so many buttons?” he mutters against my mouth. I try not to smile and barely stifle a chuckle.
There are two buttons. Two.
“I feel like I might go insane if I don’t get my mouth on your cunt in the next five seconds,” he grumbles. My pussy pulses in response. She likes it when he talks like this, the dirty girl.
I take pity on him, unbuttoning my pants and yanking them off, along with my underwear. Once I’m bared to him, he lets out a deep growl and drops to his knees. Zeph then buries his face between my legs and lets out a groan that’s almost enough to make me come by itself. He looks up at me, meeting my eye as he licks a stripe from my slit up to my clit.
“Fuck. Me. You taste so good.”
I let out a little whimper as he alternates between licking and kissing my clit, and nibbling with his lips until my legs are shaking. The mixture of sensations is almost too much to bear and I cling to the door behind me, praying for it to keep me upright. Zeph then pulls back, pressing a gentle kiss to my thigh and meeting my gaze again, like he’s waiting for something.
Slowly, I push one hand into his curls and tug him closer to my clit again. The look on his face is almost anguished as his control breaks and he feasts on me like a starving man falling on his first meal in weeks. He slips one thick finger inside me, groaning against my flesh as he finds my slick entrance holds no resistance to the invasion.
“So damn wet for me,” he mumbles. “You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Could spend every day with my face buried in your cunt and I’d be a happy man.”
I’m panting and writhing around too much to give a coherent answer. “O-okay.” Yeah, him doing this sounds like a good way to spend our lives. Sign me up for that.
He slips another finger inside my pussy, fucking me with it as he licks and sucks at my clit until my knees buckle. Zeph catches me before I can collapse, using his other arm against my hips to keep me steady.
“Oh fuck, Zeph.”
He then sucks on my clit right as his fingers curl and reach that sweet spot inside me as he continues to fuck them into me.
My orgasm barrels through my body, harder and faster than I expected. My skin tingles all over and fireworks explode behind my eyelids even though I wasn’t aware I closed them.
When I’m capable of opening them again, Z is smirking up at me and kissing my thigh. He pulls his fingers out of me and sucks my juices from them with another dirty groan. Standing up, he then takes my lips in a filthy open-mouthed kiss and I can taste the tang of myself on his tongue.
“That’s better,” he growls, gently gripping my chin between forefinger and thumb. “Bedtime.”
I gape at him, pretty certain that my synapses aren’t firing on all cylinders right now.
He stands there, all cocky male pride and I do mean cocky, considering his thick erection is very visible through the front of his pants.
“Not bedtime. No,” I tell him. “Not yet. Not unless you’re planning on fucking me into the mattress, that is.”
The smile that breaks out over his face is slow and sly, slightly evil.
“All right then, if you insist.”
That’s the only warning I get before he hefts me into his arms like I weigh no more than a bag of sugar, and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce on my back, slightly disoriented at the sudden view of the ceiling and laugh breathlessly.
“You’re wearing far too many clothes,” I tell him, dropping my head to one side so I can ogle him as he strips off in about three movements.
“Impressive. You could have a lucrative career as a stripper.”
Zeph raises an eyebrow, climbing onto the bed and prowling toward me on all fours. “You want me to take my clothes off in front of other women? For them to imagine running their hands all over me? To imagine themselves in the position you’re in right now?”
“Cocky,” I tell him. Although, on second thought. “But no. Maybe you can do a little dance just for me.”
The look he gives me is infuriating. Annoyingly self-assured, like he made me come and now all is right in the world. He’s no longer hanging by a thread and now he’s the one in control.
“Like what you see, Little Witch?” he growls as he strips off his underwear.
And dammit if my mouth doesn’t water at the sight of him.
Thick. Huge.
Perfect.
“You gonna suck my cock for me, Silver?”
I nod eagerly. Fuck playing coy. I need to taste him. Right now.
“On your back,” I order him. He follows my instructions, his thick cock bobbing against his stomach, heavy balls hanging between his legs.
I crawl down the bed until I’m straddling his legs, sucking the thick head of his cock into my mouth. I moan at the taste of him. Slowly, I take him deeper, as deep as I can go, jerking off the base of his cock with my hand at the same time.
He fists the bedsheets, his knuckles going tight as I pull off and swallow as much of him down as I can take. He’s thick and my lips tingle with the stretch, but the groans and soft curses he’s making makes it all worth it.
When I hum softly, he lets out another helpless groan and stares down at me with his eyes so dilated. They’re practically black.
It’s thrilling, being looked at like this. It’s like I’m the center of the universe, the source of his pleasure.
“You’re gonna have to stop, Silver. I want to come inside that sweet cunt and if you don’t stop, I’ll blow my load right down your throat instead.”
I lap at the head of him, cleaning up the salty pre-cum that’s formed and then take him as deep as I can, one more time.
“Come here,” he says. “Climb on my cock, baby. I want to feel you coming around me.”
I crawl further up his body and straddle him, sinking down on his thick length slowly. It might not be our first time together but, despite my being so wet, it’s still a stretch to accommodate the size of him.
“Relax, baby. You can take me,” he growls. “You always take me so well.”
I almost smile at the line, but then I’m sinking onto him and he fills me so deeply, all I can do is gasp out a breath.
“So full.”
“So perfect. Now ride me, Silver,” he orders me, bringing his hand between us to massage my clit as I rise off him and then slowly sink down again. I ride him, feeling so damn perfectly full as pleasure licks through my body and sweat forms on my back. My thighs stretch and my arms shake as I grip the headboard and use it to steady my movements.
Zeph stares into my eyes, looking slightly unhinged. It’s like he’s cataloging every moan, every gasp to store away. His other hand grips my hip possessively and he gives me a smirk as I shudder on top of him. My second orgasm peaks slowly. Pleasure swirls through me and I come with his cock buried deep inside me, letting out a helpless moan.
“You did so good,” he croons. “Now bend forward a little and give me a taste of these perfect tits.”
I nod as I do exactly what he says. He pulls his fingers away from my over-sensitive clit and plucks at my nipple before slipping it into his mouth. He laps and sucks at it and I feel another jolt of pleasure go right to my clit and he groans as I pulse around him.
“Ready for me to take over, Little Witch?”
I’m panting, barely able to take a full breath, and my legs are beginning to feel the strain, so I nod. Zeph cups the back of my head and pulls me down into a deep kiss. He then plants his hands on both of my hips and lifts me off his cock until I’m hovering. Using the added space between us, he thrusts up into me, fucking me hard and fast, and it’s all I can do to hold on. I grip the pillows on either side of his head like it’s my lifeline, and he nips at my neck, lathing his tongue over the sting like he’s a wild animal rutting me.
It. Feels. Amazing.
“Oh fuck. Keep doing that,” I pant. “Feels so damn good.”
“You like it when I fuck you hard, Silver? You like my fat cock filling you up?” He growls into my ear with another snap of his hips.
I moan, and he nips my earlobe.
“Answer me.”
Another helpless whimper spills out of me, like I’ve lost control of the sounds I’m making. If anything, it seems to make Zeph harder. His cock continues to piston inside me, hard and fast, the room filling with the sounds of sex.
“Ye-es. I love it,” I pant.
“Good. You’re gonna love it even more when I fill you up with cum, aren’t you? You get so wet for me. You fucking love it when I’m dripping out of you.”
My pussy pulses at his dirty words and he lets out a rough groan that tells me he’s not quite as in control as he’s making out.
“Too damn good. I’m not gonna last much longer, Silver.”
“Then don’t.” I use the moment of his slipped control to take over. “Come for me. Come inside me, Zeph.”
As though the words have power attached to them, his eyes meet mine, and he lets out another agonized groan before his cock pulses inside me and he comes too. My pussy is pulsing around him and I have another mini-orgasm as he’s filling me up like he promised.
He then flops back, pulling me with him until my cheek is resting against his neck with his cock still buried inside me.
“So perfect,” he mutters against my skin. “Don’t know how I got so lucky.”
Both of us take a moment to catch our breath until he gently pulls me off his softening cock. He then helps me from the bed with infinite care and supports my shaking legs as we head into the bathroom to clean up. Popping a kiss on the top of my head, he leaves me to take care of the mess between my legs and to get ready for bed.
Once that’s taken care of, I return to the bedroom where he’s got us both glasses of water. He then pulls back the covers and when I climb in, Zeph slides in behind me, tucking me against his chest. One thick arm is wrapped around my waist and he buries his face in my hair, taking a deep breath and letting out a soul-deep sigh.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he mumbles into my neck, his lips tickling the delicate skin. “I couldn’t have coped with any of tonight without you, Silver.”
“But I wasn’t even there for most of it.”
I missed all the worst of what happened to them all. Missed helping Roscoe when he needed me.
“It was the thought of coming back to you,” he mutters. “Kept me going, even when everything seemed like it was hopeless.”
My heart simultaneously warms and aches. It’s possibly the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.
“I feel the same,” I tell him.
No matter what we’re going to have to face outside of these walls, at least I know we won’t have to face it alone.