I was the furthest thing from a desperate man and was incredibly selective over who I bed, but the two who worked simultaneously to please me had checked off all my boxes.
Sweat glossed over her flawless mahogany skin, glistening beneath the rays that filtered through the room’s window. With her dark eyes fixated on me, I watched as she took every inch, that sultry gaze never slipping from me. Allowing myself to partake in the act of visual exploration, my attention swept over her curvy frame, finding her fingers, which rubbed generous circles on her clit.
“Fuck…Shit,” I huffed as her shoulders rolled forward with a harsh gag, her nose coming to rest flush against my lower abdomen.
A sun-kissed arm wrapped around me from behind, before fingers slipped beneath my jaw. Forced from the sight in front of me, my gaze fell level with the vibrant blue stare that awaited me. His dark brows narrowed, short, light copper-brown wavy hair pairing beautifully with the contrasting hue. A smile painted his scarred lips, the freckles dusting his cheeks serving as a reminder of the woman I was tracking down.
God, I need to stop thinking about her.
Turning his wrist, he presented his palm. “Spit.”
My length twitched, which earned a moan from the woman on her knees before me as she played with herself. Gathering a mouthful of saliva, I delivered what he’d commanded. Without a second of hesitation or warning, he circled my entrance, a spike of pleasure ripping through me as I slapped the wall.
“Oh,fuck!”
“That’s right, pretty boy,” the man crooned as he nipped at my ear. “Fall into every ounce of ecstasy-filled touches we have to offer you.”
Before I could form a rebuttal of my own, he forced my head againstthe wall, his cock coming to rest over my hole. Simultaneously, the woman opened wider, her tongue flattening along the underside of my length before swiping lower to teaseallof me. The dual sensation threatened my stability, my knees buckling slightly, but a muscular forearm swept around my middle, hoisting me up at the same time he drove into me.
A gasped groan was my answer, my teeth burrowing into my bottom lip as his hips fell flush with my ass. “Mmm, fuckyes.”
“Right there?” he questioned as he slowly pulled out before thrusting forward once again.
“Y-Yes… Yes, shit. Right there.”
Muffled moans flowed from beneath me, the woman increasing her speed as she sloppily coated my erection in her saliva. Mixing with her sounds of pleasure, a gravelly grunt rolled forward from behind me as the man matched her pace, the two working in tandem as they coaxed me closer and closer to my peak.
With the coil in my abdomen slowly unfurling, an inescapable tingle flushed my body, and with it, my release followed. Covering the back of the woman’s throat with my seed, the male continued to bury himself in me as he chased his own climax, my moans slowly transforming to a slew of jumbled whimpers.
Standing, mahogany fingers glided along the side of my face as she caressed my beard. Slowly trailing behind my ear and down my jaw, she dipped her head to the side, digits curling around my cheeks as she forced my lips to part. Once satisfied, a sultry smile upturned the corners of her mouth before she spat my essence into the back of my throat.
“Such ahandsomepirate,” she hummed, tongue trailing over her vibrant white teeth. With the quick rise of her arm, her palm connected with the side of my face with a harsh slap, the force behind it making my ears ring. “Now swallow,Caspian Vayne.”
Obliging her order, my throat bobbed, and while I held her gaze, basking in the ethereal beauty she embodied, my mind remained settled on one woman and one woman alone.
RohenfuckingLevitte.
And it was then that I knew the only way I could rid her from my mind was by driving my blade so deep into her chest that her heart instantly stopped beating. That was if she had a heart, because I was slowly becoming convinced that she and I were far too alike. If that were the truth, she was just as soulless as I, and that in and of itself was dangerous.
Because we were the curators of our own downfall. We were each other’s weaknesses. We were entangled in one another’s fates.
And only one of us would survive.
CHAPTER 31
Currency of Secrets
ALASTAIR
Porting into the rugged harbor town of Thornebay had been a breeze. Known for its silent coast, the harbor was unnaturally calm. Reflecting against the ship with unsettling clarity, the deep, inky water seemed to carry unspoken and lost utterances.
Nestled between a jagged slate, rock face, and a dense forest, the land itself had chosen secrecy over the flashiness that encapsulated the capital. A narrow stone staircase carved through the dark faces scarred by old quarry cuts and half-collapsed watch paths, ushering visitors up to indulge in the town’s secrecy after maneuvering the shipyards below.
With the ship gliding forward, the cave-like port swallowed us whole. Steady yet methodically sparse hammering greeted us, its pace not rhythmic enough to count. The workers remained fixated on their allotted tasks, not bothering to look up and address the potential danger that had just slipped into their town. From mere observation, it was clear that, here, speed mattered more than beauty and that durability was not measured in years, but in how long a vessel could survive pursuit.
Dipping my chin at the onlookers, I ushered our group of five off the ship. I demanded that the rest of the crew remain in case thoseprowling through the shipyard had vile intentions for the new arrivals. Even though mumbled stories spread overseas that the mist-covered town welcomed fellow sailors, providing a safety net where men could refit and recover before indulging in Ellira’s expanses once more, I remained uneasy.
The six switchbacks leading to Thornebay’s innards had been surprisingly easy to navigate. Arriving at the top, the stairs we’d climbed ended abruptly. The smell of salt vanished; the air filled with the scent of resin, cold earth, and wood smoke, with no lingering trace of the sharp tang of the sea below.
