Page 50 of The Devils Melody
She’s still trembling, her lips slick from sucking his fingers clean, and her body looks utterly wrecked and spent. She’s fucking perfect. Kage stays close to her, cupping her jaw and brushing the hair off of her damp forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her lips. She whimpers into it, and I just stand there, cock still out, chest heaving as if I’ve been in a fight. Because I have. This whole damn night has been a war, and I fucking lost.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. We’re supposed to be protecting her. I didn’t mean to cross this line. I didn’t fucking mean to want her this bad.
Kage deepens the kiss, tilting her head back as he devours her mouth. She arches into him, arms slipping around his neck. She moans into the kiss, soft, and aching, and full of want.
Something in me snaps.
“Enough,” I growl.
Kage doesn’t move at first. Neither of them do. Her fingers curl tighter into his damp shirt as if she doesn’t want the kiss to end. She just wants more. She would let him take her right here, again and again, and I’d just be the fucking audience.
“I said enough!”
Kage breaks the kiss, finally, lips swollen and gleaming. He looks at me as if he’s sizing me up. Not angry, just curious.
“You jealous, Nox?” he asks, voice lethal and smug. “Or are you just finally ready to admit you want us both?”
I don’t answer. Because I don’t fucking know. I drag a hand down my face, trying to scrub away the heat still burning behind my eyes.
“She’s a fucking mess,” I snap, not bothering to hide the way my voice shakes. “You both are.”
Wren blinks up at me, dazed, lips swollen and slick. Kage doesn’t move. He’s still hovering over her, looking at her like the devil who’s just claimed his favorite soul.
“Clean yourselves up,” I grit out, pointing towards the bathroom off to the side. “Now.”
Kage arches a brow, cocking his head like he might argue, but doesn’t. Instead, he grins. A slow, smug curve of his lips that makes my blood boil.
“Yes sir,” he says mockingly, stepping back and offering Wren a hand. She takes it, still trembling and high on whatever the hell we just did to her. Her dress is bunched around her waist, thighs slick, hair a wild mess around her flushed face. She looks wrecked. Perfect.Ours.
I have to turn away before I do something worse. Before I drag her back to that desk, shove my cock deep inside her perfect little cunt, and show her who’s really in charge. Who she really belongs to. But before I do, I catch a glimpse of the confusion and hurt on her face. She doesn’t understand. I hear the bathroom door click shut behind me, the sound of running water and their hushed voices are the only noise in the room as they clean themselves up.
I take a deep breath. Once. Twice. Then slam my fist into the wall.
This can’t happen again.
So why the fuck do I already know it will?
16
Kage
THE EXECUTIONER
The door clicks shut behind us, shutting out the chaos of what just went down a few minutes ago. I step past her, turning the shower knobs until hot water begins to stream from the shower head. Steam fills the air between us, thick and suffocating, like the words we haven’t spoken yet.
Wren leans back against the counter, but she doesn’t look like she needs it to steady herself anymore. What just happened out there probably sobered her mind pretty quickly. Her arms are crossed, makeup smudged, her bottom lip between her teeth, but there’s something in her eyes.
Fear.
She’s not afraid of me, though. She’s afraid of what the three of us did. Of what it all means. I decide to play it cool, like what happened is a normal everyday occurrence. Because some day, it will be. I’ll make sure of it.
I strip off my shirt first, then unbutton my pants all while keeping my eyes on hers. Each movement is deliberate, slow. Not to tease her, though. I just need to keep myhands busy so I don’t walk over there, pin her against the wall, and show her exactly what she’s missing out on.
“I’m not sorry.” I say, my voice low, more gravel than sound. She flinches just a little, as if the truth has a sharper edge than anything we did out there.
“You don't have to be. I knew what I was doing and what I was asking for, and I’m not sorry either.” she says, but her voice betrays her. It’s too soft, too tight. She’s unraveling before me and I can’t tell if it’s because she feels guilty, or because she liked it.
“I am sorry about your shirt though,” she says, blushing as she tries to hold back her smile.
