I’m yanked back to reality by those words, shivering at the sheer need in his voice. I grin at my broken man, knowing that I’ve bent him exactly how I wanted. The game I’m playing is more dangerous than ever, but that won’t stop me from taking what is offered to me.
I lean forward, lifting his hips off the bed with me as I do, hovering over his blushed, masculine face. His eyes are on mine again, glowing, the burgundy threads in his almond-brown irises more visible than ever.
“Aren’t you an eager little cockslut?” I laugh darkly, pulling my hips back and then sinking into him slowly. He seems to stop breathing, lips parting to let out a long sigh. I do it again and again, until he’s panting heavily underneath me.
I’m a bit overwhelmed by how good it feels, starting to moan as I get lost in the universe of his glowing eyes. I can’t help but imagine they are my brother’s. With every blink of my eyes, Jacob’s face seems to turn into Killien’s, back and forth, pulling on my heart and threatening to unleash the feelings I’ve been fighting so hard to keep inside. What I’m doing is too sweet, and it makes me think of the only person I wanna do it like this with.
Well, fuck that. It won’t ruin the night.
I pick up the pace, turning my movements fast and rough. His eyes roll back, making me grin as I repeat the motions. Yes, I’m not here to make love to him. I can’t do that. I’m here to watch him come undone underneath me. I revel in the power I have over him, in knowing that I made him beg for my cock. That’s what I want from Jacob.
“Fuck, honey—” His voice is a higher pitch than usual, and he’s panting and groaning each time our hips meet. “Harder.”
Now that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.
My grin widens as much as it possibly can while I sit back on my heels, grabbing on to his hips and keeping them in place. I do what is asked of me, thrusting harder into Jacob. Our bodiescollide, making obscene noises that seem to drive him into a frenzy.
“Yes—fuck yes!” Jacob’s words turn into a blur as I pull one of his legs over my shoulder, finding an angle he seems to enjoy even more. “Oh, God! Right there, honey—” he cries out, closing his eyes.
“Eyes on me, darling,” I grunt, struggling to keep myself from coming, my toes curling.
He obeys my command, forcing his eyes open and staring right into mine. He reaches for one of my hands and guides it to his throbbing cock. “Touch me, please.”
I shudder at his words, knowing that he’s completely at my mercy. This must be heaven. I never thought Jacob would be so eager. I slowly reach for the knife that I’d dropped beside us. He seems to freeze when he catches a glimpse of the glistening blade, and his fear hits me like a tidal wave, almost pushing me over the edge.
Oh, how I love it when his pupils narrow on my knife, the expression on his face changing subtly as he tries to figure out what I’m gonna do with it. I drag the dull edge of the knife up his thigh while I keep fucking him the way he likes so much. I make a slow, superficial cut on the side of his leg, reveling in the way he hisses at the pain. I stick my tongue out and lick the red, hot blood that bursts from the cut, feeling myself walk dangerously on the edge of my orgasm.
“Fuck—” Jacob struggles to speak, arching his back and trying to move his hips, searching for release. “Make me come, honey, please.”
“Dammit, that’s so fucking hot,” I grunt.
He doesn’t want to touch himself, he wantsmein control. That thought alone is almost enough to make me go feral. My eyes burn like hell itself as I make a deeper cut under his knee, and his blood burns my tongue as I push it into the wound.Jacob cries out in pain, but it’s more than just that. His cock is throbbing, leaking, begging for my attention.
I cave in, overwhelmed by how high and turned on I am, unable to hold back for much longer. I drop the knife again to wrap my hand around Jacob’s shaft. I spread the precum leaking from him all over his length, stroking him hard and fast. The black headboard of the bed collides against the burgundy wall in a steady rhythm, the only sound in the room besides our voices and bodies clashing.
“Come for me, darling—” I hiss as I try really hard to walk the edge and not fall before he does. It’s not easy, because his ass is squeezing the hell out of me while he shakes. My tongue sticks back inside the cut I made on his knee, which is still open and bleeding.
“Oh, God—fuck, yes!” Jacob struggles to keep his eyes open and fixed on mine as the last wave of pain sends him over the edge.
He’s so hot as he comes all over his bloody abs and chest. I catch some of it in my hand too, spreading it over his cock while I keep stroking him. The way he screams, so loud, so unhinged, makes me bristle. It doesn’t take long for me to come inside him, my heart exploding in a kind of ecstasy I never knew was possible. I’m high on the power I wield over him, on his burning, loving eyes, on his complete surrender to me.
Almost as if he’smine, just like Killien.
I’m suddenly out of control, diving into him, licking his hot release mixed with blood from his perfect tattooed body. It burns and sends a shiver down my spine, extending my orgasm for an impossibly long time. I make my way up his chest until I claim his mouth. Jacob wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into the most passionate kiss I’ve ever given. One that I thought I’d only ever give to Killien.
My heart twists painfully at that thought, but it’s not enough to pull me away from him. Fear courses through me as I can’t bring myself under control, turning my blood ice-cold. I can still taste Jacob as I spread his cum between his tongue and mine, sweet just like his blood. My hands sink into his hair, messing it up desperately.
What am I doing? I want to crawl under his skin, I want to possess him. But I’m not sure who exactly I’m thinking of. I’m stuck in a confusing high, riding waves of ecstasy, conjuring all sorts of images of my brother. But Jacob is not completely gone from my mind. I’m aware that my lips are on his, that my cock is still inside him, and that it’s getting hard again pretty fast.
I need to stop. I have to stop whatever is happening to me right now.
Jacob pushes me to his side gently, panting and groaning. “Jesus, honey . . .” He’s breathless, and so am I. A smile curls up his swollen lips while I collapse beside him, finally pulling out of his tight ass. “What have you done to me?”
I swallow hard.
Funny. I was wondering the same thing.
Twenty-Four
