Page 60 of Kept to Kill
She got off the bed on shaky legs and went to stand in front of him. She sank to her knees as she’d watched him do in front of Bastian, her eyes not leaving his.
He didn’t move and her gaze flicked down to the bulge in his trousers uncertainly. She’d not taken control like this before. What if she did something wrong?
Hesitantly, she unbuttoned his breeches and delved in with her small hand the way she’d seen him do. She’d never felt a cock before and was surprised at its silken texture. She tugged his clothes down quickly and felt his body shudder. Alarmed, she looked up to find him chuckling. He was laughing at her. Holding back a wince, she drew back only to have him lunge forward and grab her head, forcing her back to stare at his cock.
‘Lick it,’ he ordered, dominating her as he had with Bastian, though his role was now reversed. He pulled her hair hard, making her whimper and wonder if she might not enjoy this at all.
But she did as he said, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of him and finding it salty. She leant back to look at him. Did he want her to continue? Should she stop?
With an impatient growl, he looped her plaited hair around his fist and pulled her back so that her lips were on his staff. ‘Do what you saw,’ he said softly, and she got the impression he was fighting his nature to be gentler with her.
She took him into her mouth, locking her lips around him, and moved down as far as she could, gagging when she could take him no further.
He pulled her head back gently and thrust himself back in. She braced her hands on his thighs, understanding that he had been in control when he had done this to Bastian and he had not relinquished it. In this room at the moment, he was lord and master.
She spluttered and choked as he pushed more deeply into her mouth and towards the back of her throat, her eyes beginning to water. She couldn’t breathe!
She heard a rustle as Bastian moved on the bed, where he was watching from.
‘Mal,’ he said in a warning tone.
Immediately, the grip on her hair gentled and Mal’s thrusts became softer. She let out a relieved sigh, using her tongue on him and sucking gently as Mal moved in and out of her mouth. His breath stilled for a moment and his body tensed. And then he shoved into her erratically, his hand on her head not letting her move away as she looked up at him in trepidation.
‘Take it,’ he growled at her and she did, swallowing the seed that invaded her mouth as he himself had done only a few moments earlier.
Afterwards he let her go abruptly, his cock falling from her mouth. He rebuttoned his breeches and took a step back, his face unreadable. He didn’t look pleased. She looked down, feeling exposed as she knelt naked on the floor.
She struggled to stand, wrapping her arms around herself, and heard Mal curse. And then he swung her up into his arms and his lips were on hers as he cuddled her like a babe.
‘Thank you,’ he said quietly into her ear and she grinned, her hesitation vanishing in an instant as he took her to the bed and laid her gently next to Bastian before climbing up to lie on her other side so she was in the middle of them.
Bastian’s hands immediately began to massage her shoulders gently, and she groaned as he worked the knots from them. Mal’s hand rested on her hip, doing nothing. When she looked into his face, he was simply regarding her with a blank look.
‘What is it?’ she murmured.
‘Never known anyone like you,’ he said quietly.
She barked a laugh that seemed to surprise him. ‘I’ve never known anyone like you either, but I was stuck in a tower for a very long time, so perhaps you aren’t unique at all,’ she teased, and he looked startled.
She supposed most wouldn’t mock a man who could easily kill her, but she found that she knew beyond any doubt that Mal would never hurt her now, not really, no more than these interludes where he knew she liked what he did to her.
‘What were you thinking,’ she asked, ‘when I was on my knees and doing … that?’
Fingers moved over her cheek. ‘Can’t wait to fuck you properly.’ His other hand skimmed her bare belly as they traveled to her mound, but here they stopped, going no further.
‘Why haven’t you?’ she asked, fighting the urge to shiver at his ominous tone.
Mal said nothing and instead it was Bastian who answered, still kneading her shoulders and back.
‘The old laws say that a female Fourth is to be claimed by the leader of the unit first, then by the others. It strengthens the binding, the blood magick, especially if the Fourth is … untouched.’
She thought about that for a moment. ‘Females? Are there male Fourths too?’
‘Sometimes. In the case of a male, it’s slightly different, though. The unit can decide not to claim him that way, as it is only really necessary for females.’ He made a face. ‘Old laws,’ he said by way of explanation.
She twisted around to look at him. ‘So Quin would have to claim me? But what if I don’t want … what ifhedoesn’t? He hates me.’
‘If he doesn’t, then we don’t.’ Bastian shrugged. ‘Ifwe adhere to the old laws.’
