Ruin And Wreckage

“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 monsters?”

He laughed, but that turned into a moan when I moved my hips and ground on him. “Oh, Rosette. Some things are better left as they are. Don't you know that?”

“I do, but that doesn't mean I agree to it.”

I moved my hips again, and this time, we both moaned. The TV still played, but it was just background noise, filling the room with light.

“Your gown,” he rasped. “Take it off.”

I immediately got off him, dragging my gown down and kicking it aside.

“My pants next,” he commanded but it sounded like a plea. He was also in his night clothes, and I just dragged the pants down, with him helping me by moving his hips. The pants were off, and he was left in his boxer briefs, his dick straining against it, begging to be free, a spot wet with precum.

“Take that off,” he said, nodding at my underwear.

I hooked my fingers around my underwear, pulling it down, taking my time, teasing him. He watched him, his eyes drank in everything. And I felt so good. So damn, bloody good. Because he looked at me like how a man should look at a woman. His eyes missed nothing, those mismatched eyes taking everything in.

I finally tossed my underwear aside, standing naked in front of him. He swallowed multiple times, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did.

“Come here,” he said softly. I walked to him, about to take his boxer off, but he shook his head. “Leave that on. Please,” he added when I frowned. “Just–Please, Rosette.”

I nodded and sat on his lap, and his lips were immediately on mine, kissing–no, devouring my mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, sweeping over the place.

“You should wear perfume,” he said suddenly as he broke the kiss.

I frowned. “Perfume?”

“Hmm. Your scent… Just wear perfume. I’ll buy some for you.”

I nodded and he kissed me again, his hand stroking my back. I moved my hips, his hard, clothed dick rubbing against my wet flesh. We both moaned, pulling away from the kiss.

“Oh, Kross would be so disappointed,” he chuckled, his hands now on my hips, guiding my hips to move on him.

“Why would he be?” I asked breathlessly.

“Because we’re not supposed to be doing this.”

“The wrongness of it makes it even better, doesn't it?”

Kade grinned, showing perfect teeth, suddenly looking younger. “Indeed.”

My hips moved faster, Kade’s crown rubbing between my folds. There were so many ways to have sex without penetration, because this felt so, so good.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, his nails digging into my hips. “Feed your breasts to me.”

I did just that, leaning in closer, and he took one of my breasts into his mouth, sucking it like he was a man starved. I planted my hands on his shoulders, grounding harder. I could feel that pressure, that blissful high, and I was chasing it faster.

Kade continued to suck my breast, his hand kneading the other.

“Kade, I'm so close,” I moaned, moving faster, harder, my lips parted, moans and gasps escaping.

“Hmm.” He suddenly bit my nipples, and that was when I broke, crying out as I came, my head thrown back, my eyes closed.

So good. Oh fuck, it felt so good. I never wanted to stop cumming. I wanted to drown in what I was currently feeling, this euphoric feeling. It was amazing.

I see why people were sex addicts.

But unfortunately, my climax ended and I was brought down from that high.

“That felt good, didn't it?”

I opened my eyes to match mismatched eyes. Kade was still smiling, still looking young and ridiculously handsome.

“So good,” I answered, my lips itching to match his smile.

He shook his head. “Ruin and wreckage. That is what you are.”

I finally smiled—just a little lift of my lips but it was still a smile. Kade’s eyes dropped to my lips. “You say that like it’s a good thing.”

“So sinful things are until they ruin you,” he answered, but he doesn't seem so worried.

“Is it bad that I like that?”

He shook his head. “Not at all, my love. Having such power and hold over three powerful men? Wear it like a badge of honor, I’ll say.”

“Three?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Ah. I spoke out of turn. I can't speak for Kross. Only he knows what he feels.”

Was I a monster or a whore for wanting to possess Kross as well? I didn't recognise this person I was becoming. I didn't know if I was scared of her or proud. Or maybe both.

“You didn't cum, did you?” I asked Kade.

He shook his head. “It’s okay. I don't–”

“But you’re hard,” I said as I got off his lap, and knelt in front of him.

His eyes darkened as it registered what I was going to do. “Rosette, that’s no–”

But I wasn't listening. I pulled his boxer down, and his dick sprang out, thick and weeping precum. I kept my eyes on his as I leaned in and licked his weeping crown.

He moaned, his head thrown back as he whispered, “Ruin and wreckage.”