Page 70 of A Blackened Bond

I have never been in any kind of proper relationship before, let alone with multiple partners.

In the supernatural community, having four or five men and one woman was normal, but I had never experienced it myself firsthand.

How do I handle this? Do I talk to Annex and explain things? Do we have to schedule our time? My brows pinch together with the thought. I don’t think I’d like that.

A soft snore falls from Ezra’s lips and pulls me back to the present. My eyes follow the smooth planes of his chest as my smile returns.

Whatever happens, I’m sure we can deal with it together.

I slowly unwrap myself from Ezra’s arms, my body feeling sticky and in dire need of a hot shower. The thought has me moving a little quicker as I enter the bathroom.

I shake my head, grabbing a towel from the white dresser before gently closing the door behind me, not wanting to wake Ezra.

I halt my movements. If I did wake him, would we have a repeat of last night?

I glance toward his sweetly sleeping face. His arm is stretched over to where I had just been sleeping with a small, content smile lacing his lips.

I could wait a little longer.

I gently close the door and turn on the shower, the water instantly coming to life at a perfect temperature and spray as I step underneath it.

I could definitely get used to this.

A little hum leaves my throat as I scrub myself, my mind drifting to last night and thoughts of Ezra as my hands slide down my body, my head dropping back as a slight heat begins to build again between my legs.

My hand strokes back and forth, imitating each touch and thrust of Ezra’s last night as an orgasm builds. I bite my lip, holding back the small moan wanting to escape as I quicken my pace.

A little more pressure and more images of Ezra between my legs has the orgasm ripping through me, my breath coming out in tiny rasps as I rest my hand against the shower wall to steady myself. My legs feeling soft beneath me.

“That’s it, baby,” Calls Annex, leaning against the bathroom door, his hand slowly stripping the leather jacket from his shoulders. His chest is bare, his ink is on full display, and his torso is flecked with red droplets as he stalks toward the glass shower separating us. His eyes trail down my body as a dark glint forms in them.

“Don’t stop. Keep chasing that sweet release, Red.” He circles around the shower, only the glass keeping him at bay as he watches me.

He prowls back and forth like a beast in a cage, watching its prey from behind bars. Want and lust bleeding through each glance and grin.

I slide a hand down my front and past my breasts, a low growl leaving his lips as his eyes take in every slight move.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He growls, standing in front of the glass shower door, his own hand trailing toward the large bulge in his pants.

“Do you want my help, Red?” He grits out. “…Tell me fucking yes.” A wicked grin tilts his lips, a dark gleam in his eyes as he unzips his trousers, releasing his huge dick and palming it in his hand, his eyes taking in each dip and curve, memorising it as much as I was him.

I nod, stepping back as he strips and enters the shower. He lets the water trickle down him, dripping through his hair as his piercing blue-eyes watch me.

My eyes creep further down, following each droplet as if I were in some sort of trance. He truly is breathtaking, everygod-damninch of him. He stands over a foot taller than me, his frame easily encasing me, each muscle and hard ab looking as if Michelangelo himself sculpted the bastard. And his dick…fuck, he had to be at least nine inches long.The width alone seems like it would stretch me in the most delicious of ways.

A dark grin pulls at his lips as I trail back up his body, meeting his gaze again.

“Like what you see, Red.”

A slight heat creeps into my cheeks as I reply, “Yes.”

“It’s fucking mutual,” he calls, before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and slamming his lips to mine. It’s a kiss so devouring, so domineering and possessive; each stroke and lick sends a jolt straight to my core. An anticipation different from Ezra’s last night builds in me, knowing that both boys are very different; where Ezra was giving and passionate, Annex was more possessive and wild. I could feel it with his rough hand tightening its grip on me and with each domineering stroke of his tongue.

He suddenly pulls back, my breath coming out in quick little pants as I suck in air. He leans his forehead against my own, his eyes peering into mine as he opens his mouth.

“You’re not sore from Ez or anything, Red?”

I stiffen instantly. How did he know? Was he upset or angry?

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