Page 19 of Raze
“How many other women?” I gasp.
He groans in my ear and his solid length rubs against my back. “Right now?”
It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t. Not when I don’t have a leg to stand on when it comes to this. But I can’t help the nagging need to know how many others got to have this before me. Because none of my past conquests have been like him.
“Yes. Tell me.”
Kellan grunts and then his fingers that were inside of me shove into my mouth, and they push my body back against the cool, stone wall. “We have to be quick, remember? Questions later. Right now, I want to see your tits bounce while you ride me like the animal I am. Now, be a good girl and suck my fingers clean or I’ll give your mouth another job to do to keep it busy.”
Holy shit.
I seal my lips around his fingers to do as he instructed, and he closes his eyes and moans.
“Fuck, you do that so well, beautiful. I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my dick.” He pulls me back with him until he sits on the built-in bench. I straddle him without needing further direction. Kellan lines himself up with my entrance and then holds it there by the base of his shaft.
His teeth clench, and I can see his muscles tense from holding back. I see what this is now. He’s sealing his promise to me by giving me all the control in taking what I want from him.
I sink the barest amount onto him, and my mouth pops open with pleasure. His jaw tightens further, but he doesn’t push himself in or move as I take my time. I can tell it’s torturous for him, as it is for me too, but in the best way. I use my knees to help me adjust, and then I take him all the way in with a garbled moan.
Then I start to move. I grip his shoulders for balance as I bounce up and down, up and down, releasing harsh pants and soft gasps when it hits just right. I roll my hips on the downbeat, feeling him hit that spot again and again until I can feel my muscles tightening.
Kellan sucks on his thumb and then begins slow circles over my clit. I grab a fistful of his long, wet locks and move in a frenzy, chasing after the bliss that’s waiting just around the corner. My breasts bounce and water falls down my curves onto Kell. “So fucking pretty,” he grits out as he watches me like he’s ravenous for what he sees.
The orgasm bursts through me in a rush, claiming every fiber of my being. I’m weightless for that moment, suspended in time, in life, in every worry that I’ve ever had, as I forget who I am. A scream claws up my throat, but Kellan’s hand is there to block it before I can alert the entire block of what we’re doing.
Somewhere in that blackout of time, Kellan lifts and pins me against the shower wall, and takes over. His hips piston back and forth as he drives into me until he shudders and thrusts home one last time. I deflate around him, leaning my head and arms over his tattooed back and shoulders while we both take a minute to catch our breaths.
I needed that.
The water temperature drops from hot to warm in a noticeable dip. “Fuck. How long have we been in here?” I bite my lips to withhold any more noises while carefully extracting myself from his big dick and then find my feet under me.
Kellan reaches over my head for the soaps and starts spreading it over his body. “Long enough that he’s probably noticed we’re both missing.”
Shit. Hopefully, he got distracted by packing or something else. I’d say the television or a video game, but that clearly isn’t an optionright now. We both finish washing before the temperature drops any further, then towel off and dress.
“You sneak out first and try to get back to your room without him seeing you,” I whisper to Kell, and he gives me a look that says we’re already too late to hide this, but sure. At least he humors me and does what I ask. I wait to hear his door close and then walk out, feigning nonchalance.
Dane’s door is closed, and I breathe a sigh of relief. When my eyes pass over the living room, I freeze. Dane stomps by on his way to his room with a sneer. “Of course, you’re fucking. Keep that shit to yourselves. I don’t want to hear it. These walls aren’t soundproof. And Kellan,” he shouts from his door at Kell’s, “I didn’t realize murderer was your type.” His door slams closed.
There goes any afterglow.
Chapter five
Raegan
The doors to Hypeare all locked when we get there. It’s midday, so the club itself isn’t open yet, but the doors are usually open at all times for the residents to walk through from the street rather than go through the back alley.
I bang my fist against the door. “Hello? It’s Raegan. Let me in.”
“You think he closed up shop?” Kellan muses while scratching at his beard. “Turned tail and ran once one of his people got attacked?”
Dane huffs irritably from beneath his hood. “We should make sure anyone left behind is invited to the Guild for safety. Or they should leave the city, too.”
With Aiden going to wherever the Guild members are and Jackson taking care of the task Aiden set him on, it left me with these two to help me pack up my stuff and move to the new location. I told them I don’t need any help, but Kellan refused to let me leave the Loft alone.
I whip around to scowl at them both. “What is your guy’s problem with Elias? He wouldn’t have abandoned anyone.”
Kell laughs and leans his forearm against the brick building to cover me in his shadow. “No? I seem to recall he abandoned you. That puts him on my shit list.”
