“I thought I was protecting you.”
“You weren’t.”
I bit my lower lip, right before he leaned over and kissed the corner of my mouth. His fingers gripped my chin as he pulled away, his gaze burning into mine.
“You’re mine,” he said. “Not Cain’s. Mine.”
I couldn’t say a word. I didn’t think he’d wanted me, and I didn’t want to ruin the spell between the two of us. Tonight felt like a pause on whatever else was happening between us, a return to the past that I’d thought I could never get back. My breath froze in my chest.
Then his lips crashed into mine. He pressed me back against the bed, kissing me until I was breathless, and not stopping then either. His mouth was hungry, and his hands swept down my body, pushing the blanket away from me.
His heated touch swept over my skin, igniting me, and I let out a gasp as his hands delved between my thighs. “Stellan, you can’t.”
The Demon would’ve killed him for touching me. The Demon had always had people who worshipped him. What if his reach was so long that even from prison, he could hurt anyone who dared to love me?
“I can,” Stellan breathed against my lips. “Say you’re not mine, Delilah.”
“I don’t want you to get hurt… that’s why I ran.”
“I’d say my chances of not getting hurt went to zero the moment you walked into my life anyway.” He grabbed my thighs and yanked me toward him, pulling me lower on the bed. His grip on my thighs was bruisingly hard, but my thighs still tightened, squeezing greedily on nothing, wanting more of him.
“The Demon would never let me…” I shook my head, trying to push him away even as I wanted to pull him closer. “Let go of me, Stellan.”
“He took that away from me too,” he said. “And I’m taking it back. You were always supposed to be mine, and I was supposed to be your first. Not fuckingCain.”
I struggled against him, pushing against his chest...but he didn’t move away, he didn’t even pause.
“Stop,” I begged, a flicker of uncertainty strumming through me. He would stop, right?
“Mine,” he murmured, as if to himself.
His head dipped between my thighs. He licked down my pussy, sensation flooding my core, and my thighs shuddered around his head. He settled in, his tongue thrusting inside me, his mouth working against my clit.
I froze, overcome by the sensation, by the vulnerability of being spread in front of him like this, no matter how much I wanted him, but he wrapped his powerful arms around my thighs, preventing me from pulling away no matter how much my legs began to shake and my hips buck.
As his mouth worked against me steadily, I fell apart, the beautiful room around us fracturing. My back arched, my fingers gliding through my hair, and I could feel him watching me. I could’ve sworn for a second that it was my dark, silky hair that I was touching, not the white-blond I was sporting now. I could’ve sworn for a second that we were back in the grass where we used to kiss. Then it was gone, and I was snapping back into the present moment, moaning his name as my orgasm crested.
Stellan straightened, one hand still gripping my thigh, his gaze on mine. His jaw worked angrily, as if he’d just come back to reality, as if he’d realized what he’d just done.
Maybe he got lost between the past and the present sometimes too.
He turned and strode abruptly from the room, letting the door slam shut behind him.
I turned onto my side, pulling the blankets up to cover me again, my clit still swollen and tender. When I squeezed my eyes shut, I couldn’t stop picturing how The Demon had obsessed about my virginity. Once a man had stared at me on the street, cat-called me and made lewd comments. I hadn’t realized The Demon was watching me then until he brought me down to the basement and the man was there, and The Demon made me punish him.
I’d known he would do the same thing to Stellan if he knew.
And yet, I couldn’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to have Stellan and Cain and Remington and Pax, to lose myself to their hands and mouths.
There was a knock on the door. For once, it didn’t fly open immediately, either.
“Are you ready to go back?” Pax asked quietly through the door. “We docked.”
“Yes,” I said. The night had been a blur, and I needed space to begin making sense of it.
“Some of your clothes are in the closet,” Pax said.
In disbelief, I stood and went to the closet. A few of the new things the guys had bought me were hanging there, including a frilly pair of lace underwear and a bra that was not substantial enough to be much help.