Page 65 of These Deadly Dreams

Connor drags his gaze from my soul-bonded, to look at me. “So, when does this all go down?”

27. Ellis

“You need to try to get some sleep, love.”

“I can’t sit still. If I sit still, my brain starts working.” Although, it works even when I’m pacing. But my limbs feel like electricity is being pumped through them. I have to move. The nervous energy in me makes me feel twitchy.

I got Cade back, but Sterling is still captured. Who knows what’s happening to him. Although, I can guess, and I don’t like the images that pop into my head. Tomorrow morning, Drew, Allie, and Connor are meeting us here, at the cabin, to go over plans. Our first goal is to rescue Sterling and bring him back here, where I’m assuming he’ll need time to heal. After that, we’ll make plans to take out Sam and Noah.

“Ellis, love,” Cade’s voice is low and quiet, making my skin shiver. “Come here.”

I stop in my tracks and my gaze travels to Cade without my permission. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers. His hair is still damp from his shower, laying unstyled across his forehead. Those violet eyes draw me in, and I’m moving before I realize I took the first step. He stands and effortlessly lifts me off my feet. I wrap my legs around him and he spins us, dropping me in the middle of the mattress.

I squeak as I fall, landing in a heap. Swiping the hair from my eyes, I find Cade crawling toward me, a predatory look in his eye. Butterflies take flight in my stomach as anticipation settles within me. Being the solitary focus of these guys is addicting. The rush I get when I realize just how much they care for me, is better than any high I could get from a drug.

Cade’s hand is warm when he cups my cheek. Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a soul-claiming kiss. There is nothing rushed or frenzied about this one. He takes his time, tasting me, memorizing the way I feel, leisurely exploring. His hand slides down to my back and he pulls me closer so I can feel his heart thumping behind his ribs.

A sound escapes my throat, and he presses me tighter to him. His erection is hard against my thigh and I want to get my hands on it. My mouth around it. But he won’t let me. He keeps me against him, so all I can do is soak in this kiss and thread my fingers through his damp hair.

I break away, chest heaving and head swimming from lack of oxygen. “Cade,” I breathe.

He ignores me, and moves to my neck and throat. Leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses over my skin. I arch my back as he gently nips at my collar bone and he groans when my thigh rubs against him. Fire is building inside me, searing me from the inside out. My body is craving him in every possible way.

“Arms up,” he demands in a low, throaty growl that makes me shiver.

I comply, and he slides my tank over my head, tossing it to the floor over his shoulder. His eyes darken when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra, and sucks a nipple into his mouth, making my back arch off the bed. I tangle my hands in his hair again and hold him to me, not wanting him to stop. When his hand skims down my stomach and slides under the waistband of the gym shorts I’m wearing, anticipation pools in my core, making my inner walls clench.

Cade releases my nipple and stares at me with swirling purple eyes. “I love when you’re all flushed and flustered. The noises you make. The way your body reacts to mine.”

Each word is a whispered caress against my skin as he worships me with his mouth and tongue. His hand slips lower and runs through my center, drawing forth one of those noises he claims to love. Lifting my hips, I silently beg him for more, and his dark laughter is a promise of what’s to come.

When he pushes one finger inside, I let go of his hair to grasp the sheets in my balled fists. My eyelids flutter shut, and I let my head fall back onto the bed. Each thrust of his fingers is but a whisper of the pleasure I know he can give me, and the anticipation only stokes the flames even higher.

Cade adds a second finger, and captures my mouth in another deep and sensual kiss. The slow, drugging kiss and equally lazy movements of his fingers is driving me wild. I need more. This teasing has gone on long enough and I’m more than ready for him.

“Cade,” I rasp, breaking away from his kiss. “Please, I want you.”

His smile is sweet, but with a hint of darkness, as he pulls his hand away and licks my juices off his fingers. My chest heaves, and he yanks my shorts and undies down and throws them with my tanktop. He takes a moment to admire me, and his violet eyes are almost black as he slowly tugs his pants down. Swallowing thickly, I return the favor and let my gaze travel over his body. He grins and climbs over me, settling atop me and kissing me again.

These kisses. They are going to destroy me. Each one is like he’s trying to devour my soul, and I will gladly let him have it. It’s almost painful. Like my heart knows this happiness can’t possibly last. My chest is heavy and tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I push the dark thoughts away and force myself to stay in the present. It’s not too hard, with Cade’s hard body heating my own. Each place our skin touches sends lightning skittering over my skin.

His fingers gently grasp my thighs and he spreads my legs wide, settling his hips between them. “Look at me, Ellis.”

My gaze latches onto his, and I bite back a moan as he slides his cock through my wetness. Once, twice, three times. Oh, fuck. My toes are already curling, and pressure is already building inside me.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breaths stuttering in and out as quickly as mine. “Watch, Ellis. Watch me disappear inside you.”

My gaze drops to where his cock is pressing against my entrance. I have to fight the urge to let my eyes close, instead watching as he slowly pushes inside, stretching and filling me.

“The perfect fucking fit,” he groans. Grabbing my legs, he sets my ankles on his shoulders, changing the angle.

Before he can start moving, the bathroom door opens and Kai steps out, hair still dripping onto his shoulders. He grins. “Don’t stop on my account,” he says, repeating the phrase that has become one of my favorites. The towel falls from his hips, and both Cade and I get distracted by his naked body, with drops of water from his hair sliding down his chest.

I clench around Cade, and the sensation kicks him into gear. He moves within me, building the fire that he started with his drugging kisses. Even in this, Cade is slow and deliberate. No rough thrusting or frenzied slamming of his hips. I lift my arms over my head and grab the sheets, arching my back as a soft moan slips past my lips. Cade bends down to drag his teeth over my nipple and my hips buck against his.

Glancing at Kai, I find him standing by the bed, stroking himself as he watches. It messes with my head. Cade practically making love to me, and Kai watching. Usually, when it’s the three of us, it’s rough and fast, this is not, and it makes my heart flutter in my chest.

Kai climbs on the bed and kneels next to us. He threads his fingers through Cade’s hair and pulls him in for a kiss. I expect the brutal dominance Kai usually shows, but it’s not. Is sweet, and deep. Everything about this is different. It’s intense and passionate. All-consuming.

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