I looked down at my hard dick as if it disgusted me. I shouldn't be hard at the thought of her, but goddamn it, how could I not? I want her. I know that like I know the color of the sky, but I couldn't have her. And getting hard at the thought of her was wrong to me. So I was disgusted at myself because I usually had more control than this. I had sex. I wasn't some saint who doesn't fuck. I did. I fucked like a damn animal. Sex was like some relief for me. But I only had sex when I knew I wasn't close to my rut. So I fucked as many times as I wanted. But I had control, control of when I got hard. And that was why I never touched myself. But now I found myself unzipping my pants, and taking my dick out. I stared at it like it was a stranger, watching as precum dripped down my length. I didn't want to. Goddamn it, I really didn't want to touch myself, especially with the thought of her but I know I would have to if I wanted to get it out of my system. So I spat on my hand, fisting
Kade was thicker than Axel, but not longer. I traced the veins pulsing on his dick with my tongue, feeling how hot he was. “Rosette,” he moaned deeply in his throat, his voice more raspy than before, his hands slowly making their way to my hair until they were tangled up in it. I teased him, licking the length of him and wrapping my lips around his crown, but never giving him more than that. I sucked his flushed, weeping crown hardly, acting like I was about to swallow but I pulled. He whimpered—whimpered!—his hips moving, seeking relief. “Oh, you’re a wicked woman, my love.”That made me grin, and Kade’s cloudy eyes were fixed on my lips. There was something about having a man like Kade under me, something about the control he was giving me. He was making me feel like I could undo him. And the thrill that sent through me was extremely alarming. And the way he called me ‘my love.’ How his raspy voice slowly says the word…I loved it. God, I loved it so damn much. I wrapped my lip
“You should run away—far, far away to where we can't find you, because, my love, we are monsters. Predators. You’re a lamb surrounded by wolves.” “How literally is that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper as my hands got woven into his hair, and I tugged hard. He groaned and I felt him thicken and pressed against my bottom. “How literally is what?” he asked, his voice shaking like he was struggling to hold himself back. “The wolves part,” I answered as I leaned down and kissed his neck before I bit it. He moaned, like a full, loud moan. Fuck, I love this. This power he was letting me have. “Rosette,” he moaned, his head thrown back and exposing his neck to me. “Rosette, do you know I never expose my neck like this to anyone? It’s a sign of weakness. If Kross sees this, he will lose his shit.”“Why, Kade?” I asked, still kissing and biting his neck. He moaned, gave me the reaction I wanted, and I never wanted to stop. “Tell me why.”“Again, my love, we’re monsters.”“Canid monste
I didn't know why I flinched. I didn't understand why I felt that little fear in my gut. I wasn't going to take what I read seriously. I kept telling myself over and over again, that this was real life and those things didn't exist. So I relaxed, and the men just looked at me with unreadable looks in their eyes. “Where’s Alex?” I asked, not because I cared, but I just had to say something to fill the tense silence. “Still not back,” Kross answered, his voice cool. As I looked at him, I remembered that moment we shared this morning. I didn't really know what it was, but it looked like Kross was fighting with himself. And as I look at him right now, I don't see his wall of ice anywhere. Something must have changed in him. Kade just stayed silent, watching me but after a while, he looked away. “I'll be in my room,” I said as I turned, going up the stairs. That was awkward. I felt like their little sister whom they had to check up on when she came back from somewhere. That was real
Oh. A personal driver. So he did remember, after all. What did that make my heart race and my stomach flutter? It was just something simple. It shouldn't make me feel this way. I nodded at Christopher, hoping my feelings weren't evident on my face. “Nice to meet you, Christopher. I'm heading to the library.” He walked to a black Mercedes, holding the back seat door. I entered the car, thanking him, and that gesture made me think of Axel. How was he? Still sick? Was that even a sickness? I pushed that out of my mind as soon as it arose. There was no use pondering on that when it would give me nothing but a headache. When we reached the library, before I could even open the car door, Christopher was already there. “I’ll be here waiting till you're done,” he informed me as I stepped out of the car. “Till I'm done? You'll be waiting in the car?”He nodded, his expression still blank. I shook my head. “There’s no need for that. I’ll be spending most of the day here. You could… like
“Shit,” I cursed as I rushed to Vera, not knowing what to do. “Are you hurt?” She waved her other hand, still holding her nose as she said, “Oh, no. I'm fine. It’s just a little–It’s not serious.”It was bleeding, blood dripping down her hand, and staining her gown so I was sure it was serious. “Come, let’s get that cleaned up,” I said gently as I held her by the shoulder. But just as we were about to leave, Father came out of his study, a cigar between his lips, pinning his wife with a bored look. Vera stiffened as soon as she saw him, lowering her head. “Eavesdropping, were we?” he said, his voice flat as he took a long drag from his cigar, blowing it in her direction. She stiffened even more, completely freezing. “N-no… I w-was just–” she stammered, unable to get a full sentence out. I looked at Father before I looked back at her, looking beyond her broken nose and seeing how she really was. She looked thin and pale, like she’s been barely eating or sleeping. I looked back at