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I wanted just that, after never thinking for a second I’d be here with her like this. After Adam’s fuck up and mine… But Freya seemed so damn resilient. Nothing seemed to keep her down for long and I loved that about her. So while she was keen to watch, I strung this out, teasing myself until I was so fucking close to blowing, but never letting myself lose control.

“So what’re you going to do?” she asked in a husky voice. “Come all over me.”

“Need to,” I ground out and that was more the bear than me. “Need to mark you.” My focus slid to the bite mark on her neck and her fingers moved in the same direction. “Not permanently, not yet, but I need me on your skin.”

“So come here then.”

Fuck, did she realise how much I needed that or was this just the magic of being with your mate? I dropped down onto the bed until I was hanging over her, propped up on one arm. River didn’t back up for a second, pressed into her side, his lips on her neck. Because after this we’d never be able to stop touching her, not always for sex, but because she was like air. I could breathe more fully, be more in the moment when I was close to her.

“You gonna let me rut against you?” I asked, lowering my hips down. “Let me cum all over this pretty pink pussy.”

Her only answer was a sigh when our bodies made contact, then her arms going around my shoulders. She held me close, turning something that could have been pornographic into something else. I was caught up in her spell, listening to her sighs, feeling her breath on my skin, then the scalding hot slick of her cunt as my dick glided across it. And that’s when I understood my brother.

The need to push down, notch the head of my cock against her opening and then thrust in was overwhelming. I didn’t just want to fuck her, Ineededto. And if I did, we’d be locked tight together, literally, when my baculum jutted out. It ached now with that need, whispering sweet nothings in my ear about what would happen if I just gave in.

If she was feeling good now, she’d feel so much better when I locked inside her. The orgasms would come and keep on coming with each tug. And I’d feel every ripple of pleasure down my entire length, feeling her pleasure secondhand, adding to my own. We’d be connected in the way I’d felt we were since I’d met her. She’d be mine. And for a second, my cock slid downwards, ready to do just that. But as Freya started to squirm, untapped instincts starting to rise, I knew I had to pull back. I couldn’t compound the problem by taking this from her. I wanted to lock down in her when she loved me, when the words were falling in a messy tangle from her lips. And I’d tell her how much I loved her too…

Which brought me rudely back to the present.

“Kaine…” she whispered, my cock now rubbing on her clit. She didn’t think she could come again, or so she said, with a frown. But I knew. I kept the pressure light, teasing the hood of her clit back and forth, seducing her into thinking that coming might not be such an impossible thing after all. Because I wouldn’t until she did.

“You can come again, can’t you, beautiful?” I coaxed. “I’ll make you feel so fucking good and when you come apart, I’ll shoot my load all over you, drench that sweet little pussy in my seed.”

I wanted to see that, my cum dripping out of her after I’d erupted deep inside her, ready for me to push back in. Maybe I’d get her to tilt her hips back to hold it there, then stroke her clit with featherlight strokes, telling her how beautiful she was, right before her whole body went rigid.

Like both of ours were doing now.

“Kaine…”

Her mouth was on mine, her lips searing, staking a claim I willingly surrendered to. Because I was just as hungry, sucking at her bottom lip, scoring it with my fangs, the need to mark her growing more and more intense. She was mine, all fucking mine, that terribly selfish thought ambushing me right when my defences were low, and I needed some kind of physical proof of that.

“Come for me one more time,” I begged. “Give me that.” But I didn’t hear her answer, so caught up was I in the rapid slide of her flesh against mine. She was so wet she was dripping and it felt like I was dipping my cock into molten wax with each pass.More, my heart beat,more. Her legs wrapped around my hips and hers rose up to meet mine, stroke for stroke. “Give me your pleasure.”

She was so fucking beautiful, her face like a sunset, flushing each time she reached her peak, her sobbing cries twining with mine, right as I let go. That feeling of surrender, it was like nothing I’d ever felt; something I’d kept locked down tight inside me erupting, right as I came. Because this wasn’t the furtive, perfunctory pleasure I was used to giving myself. This was bliss, pure and simple. My heart lightened to the point of pain, right as every muscle fought to eject my load.

“Mm…” She said when I pulled back, her hands slipping between her thighs. “Messy.”

I watched her play with my cum like it was the most beautiful sight in the world, one I wanted to see every fucking morning when I woke and again when we went to bed, but right now I collapsed down beside her, snuggling into her side.

River caught my eye sometime later, his face half buried in Freya’s hair. Our breathing had evened out and hers was starting to slow as she sank down into sleep. We’d formed a sleuth together years ago from a sense of brotherhood that went beyond blood, but now? There was something far more immediate tying us together. I hated what we’d had to do to Adam to make him see, to get him to make amends for his fuck-up, but this was too important not to get right. What River and I experienced right now? It could be our future, if we were just able to make Freya see how good it would be.

“Tired…” she mumbled as I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, mostly just to breathe her in.

“Sleep then, beautiful,” I told her, snuggling in closer once I pulled the cover over the three of us. “Sleep and we’ll be right here in the morning.”

Chapter34

Adam

“Got something for us, Adam?” the two girls said with a sultry smile.

“No.” My response was immediate, because while the alcohol was pumping in my system, I couldn’t pretend. “No, I don’t.”

“C’mon, you fucking soft cock,” Darren said, urging the girls forward, then pulling out his phone.

What the hell was I doing in here? My brain fought to remember, then Jack’s words came back to me. Drunk. I needed to get fucked up drunk.

“I need a drink. Let’s go and get another drink,” I slurred.

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