Page 79 of Forgotten Monsters
“Not. Yet.”
She sneaks a hand between his legs to stroke me, driving me wild.
I release Flynn and pick Jules up off the ground, ready to claim what’s mine. “Enough.” I kiss the hollow of her neck. “Let him suffer.”
“Fuck you, Cole.”
A dark grin escapes me at the sincerity of his outburst. “Take care of it yourself, then.”
The bed plies under our weight as I climb over Jules and fuck her senseless. Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as I give her what she craves, in the exact way she needs it. Her breaths become shallow and uneven, and her thighs quake on both sides of me. I cup her ass and hold her to me, giving her the pressure she goes mad for, her pussy so tight and slick around my cock that I forget where I am for a moment.
Flynn strokes himself in perfect synch with my thrusts, the pinch of his pace telegraphing how close he is to his climax.
Her wall spasms around me as she cries out in bliss, her back arched against the bed. I run a hand down the length of her body, riding out her orgasm until she blinks and smiles wickedly.
Fuck.
“I want you both to comeonme.” She arches a brow that dares me to deny her.
I pull out of her and wrap a hand around my painfully engorged cock. By the Dark Gods, I’m going to burst.
Jules holds herself up with her elbows and motions to the space between her breasts.
Flynn and I exchange a glance, and a hot line of anger sizzles along my spine, my competitive side unsure if it’s a race to the finish line, or a show of stamina. Fuck, I don’t think it matters, the skin at the back of my balls tingles with fury.
With a sharp intake of breath, I fulfill my wife’s wish, Verinos climbing to her side, both of us now with her on the bed. Our seeds spread and mix over her smooth, tanned skin, and the sight is outrageous enough for me to groan and shove him away.
I crash next to Jules on the bed, pleasure rippling through my body. We all catch our breaths, our chests heaving. Gods. Over the years, I tried to convince myself that I had amplified our mental and physical connection. Many told me I had merely put Jules on a pedestal, and that I was letting nostalgia control my life, but they were wrong.
When I’m with her, I’m…more. More powerful, more patient, more forgiving, more open.
She makes me better and steals my breath at the same time.
I grumble as Jules heads for the bathroom, leaving no neutral ground between Flynn and me, and I spin around to face the other way.
“You’ve got issues, you know?” he whispers angrily.
I stare dead ahead. “Why are you sleeping in here again?”
“Cut to the chase,your highness. Why are you so fucking grumpy? Are you jealous because Jules nursed me back to health? That we had sex? What?”
“No.”
“Then what is it? Do you still care for me at all?” his voice breaks at the end.
It awakens all the fucked up guilt I’m carrying.
“I—” I sink my nails in the pillow, holding on for dear life. “I’ll always care for you.”
“I mean—beyond our history? If not, I should leave.”
I spin around and throw a pillow at his face. “You gave your life for me. We both know you had no hope of a cure…How am I supposed to live with that?”
Silence hangs between us for a few, long seconds, and Flynn’s gaze softens. He inches closer to me. “You saved me, too. A thousand times over.”
“Pfft.”
“Mostly from myself, my damn big mouth, the ocean of self-loathing inside my heart…” He moves to touch my hand but chickens out and scratches the back of his neck.
