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When I get to my door, a broad hand reaches past me to open it, allowing me to step in. Jax goes around to the bed, pulling the covers down for us as Loki dims the lights to a faint glow. Kai places a glass of water on one of the bedside cabinets, whilst Loki draws the curtains.
I place Lilly on the bed, careful not to wake her, and as I straighten up I once again catch the gazes of the others. My brothers. No words pass between us, but I can feel the love they have for me as strongly as my own for them.
With a final searing look, they turn and leave, shutting the door softly behind them. I gaze down at Lilly and realise that the strength of feeling I have for those men, is not dimmed when I look at her. If anything, it’s almost stronger and mixed in with a fierce need to protect her and eradicate all and any danger.
Heaving a shaky breath, I walk around to the other side of the bed, take off the used jonny and throw it in the trash can before wiping myself with a towel flung over my chair. Then I get into bed, pulling her so close that there’s not a single atom of space between our bodies. She lets out a contented sigh, her body relaxing in my arms.
Taking another inhale, breathing in her scent of fresh starts and new beginnings, my eyes drift closed, and for the first time in a long time, I drift off into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Three
LILLY
Iwake up to a room filled with darkness, yet I feel calm and rested.
My mind wanders to the night before, the Halloween party, dancing with the guys, the car journey, the cabin…
My breathing starts to speed up as images flash across my vision like a movie; the stairs leading to the basement, the surgical table, the black latex gloves, Ash’s grey eyes...
I take a deep breath in, trying to soothe my erratic thoughts, and am flooded with the scent of spicy ginger. The comforting smell washes over me, calming my frantic heartbeat. Looking to the side I see Ash, sleeping on his stomach, one arm under his pillow. He looks so peaceful, so beautiful, every inch a tempting devil with his ink covered skin and sharp features. I reach out to push some of that midnight hair away from his brow, but my hand stills, not wanting to wake him.
Deciding to leave him and get something to drink, as quietly as I can, I go to slip from the bed, but a tattooed hand grabs my wrist, making me gasp and turn around.
“Going somewhere, Princess?” His voice is deliciously rough with sleep.
Before I can answer, he tugs, and pulls me back down so that I’m lying underneath him.
“Ash!” I exclaim with a breathy laugh as he nestles between my legs, already growing hard. “I wanted to get a drink.”
His lips lift in a positively sinful smirk, then he abruptly kneels up, reaching for a glass of water that is on the bedside drawers. Looking directly into my eyes, his own shining, he takes a drink, leaning over once more to place the glass back. I quirk my brow as he comes to rest on top of me again, his hands on either side of my head, propping him up. Lowering himself down, he places his lips over mine, just barely touching. Suddenly having an idea of what he’s doing, I part my lips and a trickle of water passes from his mouth to mine.
I drink it down, and once I’m done he swallows the rest, then licks my lips.
“Better?” he asks softly, our faces so close that even in the low light I can see every shade of grey in his beautiful irises.
“Yes,” I whisper back, my hand coming up to run through his hair which is a mess. I love him like this, debauched and rumpled.
“Good,” he replies, his lips quirk in a lopsided grin, full of wicked thoughts. “Now that you’re sufficiently hydrated,” he tells me, leaning in so that his lips are against my ear. “It’s time I take control back. Don’t you think, Princess?” he tells me, thrusting his hips slightly so that I can feel his hardness pressing against my core.
“Yes, sir,” I answer, my breath quickening and my pulse beginning to race at this game we’re playing. His length jumps at the word ‘sir’.
“Excellent,” he says back, a definite rasp to his voice.
He kneels up again, a breath of cool air whispering over my heated skin.
“Hands above your head, Princess, crossed at the wrists, and keep them there,” he commands, quoting my own words from earlier back at me. His eyes flare and his dick twitches when I immediately obey. “Good girl.” Heat floods my body with the praise.
I watch as he grabs a condom from the drawer, opening the packet and rolling it on, before he comes back down in between my legs, resting on his elbows. His hand comes between us, and he looks down as he lines himself up with my already slick entrance.
“It’s not going to be gentle, and I’m not holding back, okay?” he asks, pausing and waiting for my confirmation.
“Okay,” I murmur back.
His eyes flood with something like relief, then go hard a second before he thrusts inside me. I cry out with the pleasure-pain it causes, my back arching and it takes every ounce of strength I possess to keep my arms above my head. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer to me.
“Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps and he grabs my jaw in one hand, slamming his lips onto mine in a messy kiss that drags my soul from the depths of my being.
His hips move in a punishing gyration, hitting my g-spot and clit simultaneously and sending waves of burning electricity running through my entire body. Breaking our kiss and releasing my jaw, his hands move up my arms to clasp mine, keeping them above my head. It’s like he can’t help himself, he needs to be touching me everywhere, inside and out.
