Page 45 of These Dangerous Fates

“Never,” he answers, pumping his finger in and out at a slow, lazy pace. “But I guarantee that won’t be the last time you find yourself between us.”

I want to ask if Sterling would ever join in, but I’m scared the answer will wipe away the heat that has built between us. Cade adds a second finger and my hand stills as I get distracted by the euphoria pulsing through my veins. Fire builds in my core, and Cade crooks his fingers, hitting that spot that makes my knees buckle.

Pleasure rushes through me, and I pant, “I want you to fuck me while Malakai fucks you.” My eyes pop wide, shocked that I actually voiced that desire. I’m not one for dirty talk, but what Cade is doing to me now, and what they both did to me last night? It’s like they’ve opened a door, and I don’t think I want it to shut again.

Cade’s eyes darken, and his pupils dilate, seconds before his lips crash against mine. I protest when he removes his hand from between my legs, but I’m cut off when he grabs me by the back of the thighs and lifts me up. Excitement flutters in my stomach as I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock rub against my center. I grind against him, desperately needing to feel him on my most sensitive parts, and he curses as his head falls to my shoulder. The shower wall presses against my back, the cool tile contrasting sharply with Cade’s hot body and the warm water falling around us.

“You are the most amazing thing to happen to us,” he whispers against my skin.

With his hands around my waist, he lifts me up and slides me onto his cock. We both moan as he pulls me down until he is seated fully. Breathing becomes difficult as he moves his hips, drawing out slowly and thrusting back in hard. He is slightly thicker than Malakai, and the stretch pleasantly burns through me.

The emotions that bubble up inside of me as Cade fucks me against the shower wall are so strong. A week ago, I would have said I never wanted to have sex again. A week ago, I was bruised and scarred and traumatized. I wouldn’t say that trauma is gone. I wouldn’t say I’m completely healed. But, these guys make me forget my past experiences. They shine a light on the good things. They show me what it means to be pleasured. I feel protected and cherished for the first time in years.

Tears burn the corner of my eyes and I squeeze them shut. The fact I’m so grateful a man has shown me kindness, is devastating. Always expecting pain from other people has worn me down, and I had given up on ever experiencing anything different. I bury my head in Cade’s neck, desperate to hide this side of me. If I cry, he’ll stop, and I don’t want him to stop.

Cade, being Cade, seems to get it. The movement of his hips slows but doesn’t stop. His thrusts become deeper but more gentle. No longer is he fucking me against the wall, instead he is making love to me, and it’s too much for me to handle emotionally. My heart stutters to a stop in my chest, and a sob crawls up my throat.

His lips trail over my neck and jaw until he reaches my mouth, and he kisses me deeply. “I’ve got you, love,” he whispers. “This is all you’re going to know from here on out.”

His words and his actions undo me. My orgasm creeps up on me and crests like a wave. It’s not earth shattering. It’s not as mind blowing as last night. But it’s almost … healing. Cade’s orgasm follows mine and we both still. He holds me against him, rubbing my back and kissing my shoulders and neck. There are no words spoken between us, but there is no need for them. The stillness in the air is calming and helps to ground me.

When the water cools, he sets me down. Unable to look into his eyes, too scared of what he’ll see in mine, I keep my gaze trained on his chest. I don’t know what to say or how to react after what just occurred between us. Luckily, I’m saved from having to think of something to say when my stomach rumbles loudly.

“Oh my gods, how embarrassing,” I groan and slap a hand over my belly.

Cade chuckles and turns off the water. “Let’s get you something to eat, love.”

* * *

“Where’s Malakai?” I ask between bites of my grilled cheese.

It turns out Cade is a much better cook than Malakai. When Cade said he was making me a grilled cheese, I expected your standard slice of american cheese between two pieces of bread. Boy, was I wrong. This man turned my grilled cheese into some kind of delicacy.

“He’s burning off some energy,” Cade mumbles.

I turn to look at him. “Is he okay? Why does he have to burn off energy?”

“Sometimes his empath abilities overwhelm him.” He shifts on the couch, and he won’t meet my gaze.

I frown, but say, “Oh, okay.” I take another bite of my sandwich and change the subject. “This is seriously the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had.”

Cade smiles. “Good, I’m glad you like it. You need to eat more.”

I look down at the food in my lap. “Yeah, I lost a lot of weight the past two years.”

A muscle ticks in Cade’s jaw as he leans his elbows on his knees. When he looks at me, his smile doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, it’s a good thing I like to cook.”

“Grilled cheese?” Sterling growls as he enters the library. “You better have made me one.”

Our eyes meet, but there’s no acknowledgement on his face of what almost happened between us. Pain slices through my heart, and I press a hand to my chest. Why does it hurt so much? He’s never once shown any interest in me. So why do I expect him to?

Cade grins and slides a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel across the coffee table. Sterling unwraps his sandwich and takes a massive bite.

“Is that meat?” I ask, eyeballing his sandwich. It’s definitely not just a plain grilled cheese.

“Yeah,” Cade snorts. “It’s more of a turkey melt than grilled cheese, but we gotta keep the wolf fed and happy.”

Makes sense he would eat a lot of meat. It actually sounds really good. A corner of Sterling’s mouth twitches up, and I realize I’m staring at his sandwich.

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