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Chapter 5
BASS
I saw red. Bright fucking crimson. Like ardent flames and grisly bloodshed, the fury in me rose to the top ready to bubble, boil, and erupt, when I saw the fool with his hands on her. I was already pissed off at her tacky attempt to make me jealous by flirting with a bartender of all people, one I’d make sure would be fired tomorrow. I recognized him from New Years, he was the bartender tending the bar Jade and I were at. He saw us together, he knew she was mine yet he made a terrible mistake flirting with her. I was more than ready to haul her over my shoulder and smack that tempting, perky ass that swayed in perfect rhythm to the song blaring on the speakers. The way her turquoise outfit rose up nearly revealing that plump little cunt of hers as she shimmied and shook her ass like a fucking dancer would at a strip club. If I weren’t so hypnotized by the way her body was moving in the most tantalizing of ways, I would have been furious at all the eyes glued on her.
I didn’t get the chance to rip her a new one when I walked out of the club and out the hotel entrance. I heard the voices first, deep, and crass. The screams came next, high pitched and terrified. I’m not sure why but I immediately knew it was her. It was like something in me broke, my blood rushing to my head, my lips growing numb, my body trembling in anger when I saw them. The taller of the two assholes, the one with broad shoulders and a bald head, had his arms wrapped around her waist, her dress hiked over her ass exposing the sweet porcelain skin they had no right being near. The other one, the shorter, less burly guy, stood in front of her, his hand on her muffling her screams.
I knew I had to get her away from them no matter the cost, and that’s exactly what I did. I beat the shit out of the two of them, my anger only intensifying when one of the men mentioned The Order. Those pretentious, self-righteous, anarchists my father likes to keep on his payroll, all run by their sanctimonious President Kane Dalton. The Order is an elite organization of outlaws in Brioni suits, hiding their unlawful, illicit businesses behind their briefcases and handkerchiefs. In reality they are some low-level scumbag elitists who keep this part of towncleanfrom all crime and debauchery, when really they just ensure the competition stays out of their territory. Even the great Wesley Servite is on Kane Dalton’s shit list. However that may be because unlike Wesley’s little gig at The Gallows, Kane likes his girls foreign and of legal age. It makes his whole human trafficking scheme on the black market slightly less immoral, in his eyes of course.
But what Wesley doesn’t know is that my father is in deepwith The Order, has been for months now. A secret I only know because I found him and Kane having a secret rendezvous in his study. I can still picture the smug grin on Kane’s face when he saw me, he knew at that moment as I discovered my father’ssecret, that he had leverage on him therefore ensuring he would never double cross him. He was right, because the only thing more frightening than the wicked Devil of Hillcrest Hills, is the almighty, blasphemous God of Galen Grove. Luckily for my father, as a Silver I’m sworn to secrecy, therefore forever keeping what I saw to myself. As one of the Four Horsemen, I have a duty to Wesley Servite, and that is to obey and execute whatever he may request of me. Loyalty. Honor. Silence. But as a member of the Silver Bloodline, I have a code of my own to live up to. Family. Glory. Legacy.
Kane and his pharisaical henchmen keep my father’s various businesses, including The Nova, in Galen Grove protected, meanwhile he keeps his nose out of their drug and trafficking schemes. Even though their drug TranQ, a dangerous cocktail of diazepam and amphetamines, when taken with any other substance results in the same effects as a roofie, rivals The Devil’s Kiss on the market, essentially their buyers are separate though their dealers sell both simultaneously making double the profit for my father and Kane, all behind Wesley’s back. Especially in recent months with Wesley being so preoccupied ever since Scarlett came into town, only focusing on her and his adored Gallows. He’s stepped down from many important business decisions and my father has taken the initiative and taken charge. That includes full control of his underground casinos The Moxy in Hillcrest Hills and The Nova in Galen Grove, along with The Devil’s Kiss. Stephan Silver is the King of The Underworld who wears the mask of an all-powerful and benevolent saint, and it’s he who now holds the iron reins to Wesley’s corrupt kingdom.
So the first thing I must do the next time I see my father, is ask him why the fuck his lackey’s were aftermygirl.
I brought Jade back to my beach house just like she asked me to, after confessing she didn’t want to be alone, and for some reason that confession made my heartbeat accelerate. That shouldn’t have occurred, I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen, but when it comes to Jade, everything I shouldn't be doing is exactly what I do. I shrug off the thought as I step into the downstairs guest shower, the blood coating my bruised knuckles and gashed chin dripping down making the water at my feet run red. I lean my forehead against the cold porcelain tiled wall, my mind reeling as I replay the events that occurred just moments ago in my mind.
I left Jade alone in my bedroom, giving her a fresh pair of my clothes and leaving her to use my shower and get all cleaned up. As much as I wanted to jump in with her and wash the touch of the fuckers prying hands from her, I decided to give her space to deal with whatever it is that happened. I’m not entirely sure if they were able to do anything to her before I got to her, just the thought makes my skin crawl in fury, but the way she reacted, scared and vulnerable scares the shit out of me. I swear to how ever many Gods there are, I’ll fucking kill them for so much as laying a finger on her.
I finish up my shower stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist, the scent of my Rugged & Dapper body wash floating in the air as I turn to grab my clothes from the towel rack. “Fuck,” I curse to myself, realizing I didn’t bring any clothes down here with me. I was in a hurry when I grabbed an extra shirt for Jade and a pair of my sweatpants, I must have forgotten to get myself some as well. I leave the bathroom quickly rushing up the stairs hoping she’ll still be in the shower when I arrive. Last thing I need is for her to see me in only a towel and think I’m trying to fuck her. I mean don’t get me wrong I’m not opposed to that, but I won’t be the one initiating things tonight. Not until I know she’s okay.
I shake my head at the thoughts running through my mind as I step into my bedroom, thankfully finding it empty, the sound of the water still running coming from the bathroom. I take out another pair of dark blue sweatpants and a white V-neck T-shirt from my dresser forgoing my usual nude sleeping attire. Don’t think Jade would appreciate me climbing into bed with her buck naked, that’s if she even accepts to sleep in my bed. I have plenty of guest rooms I can sleep in if she were to refuse, but I’m silently praying that won’t be the case.
I can’t help the small smile which takes over my permanent scowl at the thought of my hot heated Little Wolf going off on me for assuming we’d be sleeping in the same bed, but I need to keep her close. I won’t be able to sleep a wink if she’s not right next to me. I hated seeing her in that awful situation earlier, she was out of her element, the usual spark in her eye dull and clouded by fear. I wanted to keep her safe, I needed to ensure she was protected, and the only way to do that, is to keep her in my arms. There was something about the way her arms wrapped around me, her head leaning closely against my chest, her heavy breathing steadying as her body molded into mine. A familiar feeling, as if in my arms was where she was meant to be. Always.
I close my eyes, picturing the way hers bore into me, her insecurities, fears, and vulnerabilities laid out for me to see, to protect. She was afraid, fuck I’d even go as far as saying she was utterly terrified about what could have happened to her had I not followed her out of the club. However, her true fear was one buried deeper within her, that only I could see her for what she truly was. A scared little girl, alone in this world with nobody to protect her. A true lone wolf in search of her pack, in need of an alpha to guide her through this perilous life she was dealt. I broke through the shields she keeps around herself, I climbed over the walls fortifying the cage around her heart. I saw past her inhibitions and came into full view of everything she is most afraid of, and she saw that, she felt it, her walls instantly rising and safeguarding her behind them.
The wolf ran back to the comfort of her dark, hollow cave as the light green shade of her irises shifted to a bright emerald before settling on a dark forest green. The darkness of her thoughts consumed her and sent her back to her factory setting. Impenetrable. The vision of her in my mind makes my cock instantly harden beneath my towel, causing me to instinctively drop it to the floor. Taking my thickness in my hand, I picture the look in her eyes as she begged me to keep her safe. Her pouty lips, those perky breasts, which fit perfectly in my mouth, and that luscious ass I crave to dig my teeth into. To claim as my own. A guttural groan leaves me as I tighten my grip on my cock, my hand moving back and forth with desperate speed. Fuck this is perfect.
Suddenly I hear a loud gasp come from in front of me as I open my eyes, my cock still in my hand, swollen, and bulging as I come face to face with the vision I see every time I close my eyes. Her mouth is slightly open, her eyes wide and coated in lust, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breathing quickens. I release my cock, slowly bending to pick my towel up off the floor and wrap it around my waist. Her eyes move down to where my cock is still visible beneath my towel, long and erect poking out at her.
“Jade, I’m, I’m sorry. I thought you were still in the shower,” I stutter, not actually sorry but also not intentionally fucking myself for her to see.
She doesn’t say anything, just simply walks toward me, her footsteps silent yet echoing so loudly in my head, like metal clanking against metal. Her tongue slides out to wet her lips as she suddenly and without warning, drops to her knees before me, yanking my towel off in one swift tug as it falls in a white pool at my feet. I’m fucking hard, again, my dick rising further as I watch her greedily lick her lips, her eyes focused on mine before dropping to look at my cock practically poking her in the eye. “Jade,” I groan, stepping back slightly, but she shakes her head watching me intently.
“No, I want this Sebastian. I need this.” Her words almost make me come on the spot, a small drop of precum already leaking from the tip. Though there is some resistance on my part, the unspoken questions I’ve been too afraid to ask are visible in the way my body tenses. She stills, shaking her head in disagreement, suddenly vulnerable once again. “I’m not drunk, I was when I ran out of the club but the feel of that asshole's hands on me, the impending danger, did wonders to sober me up.” She chuckles nervously, but I can sense there is more, I can see it in her expression, the real reason she knows I’m afraid to do this today. “They didn’t touch me,” she mutters, swallowing slightly, like the words are lodged in her throat, “They didn’t get the chance to, thankfully you showed up.”
I take a step forward, reaching a hand up to cup her face and run my thumb across a stray tear lying upon her cheek, and her eyes dart down to my hand in surprise. I will murder those assholes for making her shed a single tear. I nod my head in approval, at least I think I do, and she immediately moves to wrap her silky, smooth lips around me.
A loud groan escapes me as her warm mouth takes me in fully, the head of my dick hitting the back of her throat, as her wet tongue swirls around me. I can feel my cock swelling, filling her open mouth, as she slowly moves, taking me in and out with ease. I’m so fucking turned on by the feel of her teeth softly grazing my skin, sending a wave of pleasure through me. She closes her lips around me, taking me in deeper and deeper with every thrust, so I increase my movements, instinctively sliding in and out of her willing mouth. A picture-perfect vision, my girl on her knees, pleasuring me with her sweet yet sinful mouth.
My actions excite her as she begins to increase her pace, her tongue roaming every inch of me hitting that perfect spot right under the tip of my head. My hand comes up behind her, gripping her head, her luscious, wet blond locks held tightly in my grip as I encourage her to move faster. Next thing I know I’m fucking my Little Wolf’s mouth, and like famished animal I can’t get enough. Her left hand lands splayed out on my thigh as her right moves under my shaft cupping my balls. I moan loudly at the sensation, my orgasm already building inside. Fuck I’ve never come this quickly. It’s like I’m a preteen going through puberty all over again, but I don’t question the feeling, I don’t stop it from happening.
I revel in the sensation. This is it, heaven in my baby’s mouth. My head falls back as my orgasm threatens to overwhelm me, the deep aching in my loins, my cock throbbing as she sucks harder and faster. Bulging and thickening, filling her pouty little mouth. I look down to her, her eyes never once leaving me, as she watches me reeling in the ecstasy of her touch. She nods her head almost unnoticeably, giving me the go ahead to unload my cum into her mouth, and the act makes me come on the spot. A primal groan escapes me as I grip her head tightly, unloading all of me into her sweet, warm mouth as she swallows, not gagging at all.
Once she’s finished, she releases me with a loud, wet pop, her tongue licking her lips making sure every last drop of my cum is inside of her, when a sexy as sin smirk appears on her cocky little mouth. I can’t stop the warm feeling moving through my whole being, the fluttering in my stomach at the look upon her face, the accelerating of my heart as her face, her scent, her name is tattooed upon it. This is it, there is no way I’m backing down now. It’s done, decided. Jade Wolfe is mine, in all senses of the word.
I crouch down to her level, my mouth hovering over hers as I whisper softly against her lips, “That’s my girl.”
