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I hate it, while at the same time, I like it.
Casper looks down between us, and for a second something dark flits over his face. Something like sadness and grief. Anger.
He doesn’t stop though. Working the tip of his dick over my arsehole, he pushes back in, shallowing until he thickens again, spurting what’s left inside me.
Chapter 28
RYAN
Anger and jealousy. They drown out all my senses that tell me to get the fuck out of here. Not just this room, or away from her. Him. Them… No, they drown out the logical part of my brain that’s telling me to get the hell out of this place. Situation.
But I can’t. I’m frozen to the ground with their words on repeat in my head. So fucking loud that I can’t fucking breathe.
What did you think was going to happen when he came back?
I knew he would be back. I wanted him to be back. But still.
What did you think was going to happen? What?
My feelings were never a part of the plan. Falling for her was never an outcome I had to precaution myself to.
I wish I had.
All I can do is look between them as the message settles loud and clear. And as angry and jealous as I am, I can’t do shit because I’m the one in the wrong.
Jealous as I am of the bites marring her skin, I can’t help the need that courses through me. Fire and ice colliding in my veins.
Anger at him—my friend…brother—and at myself spreads through me, collating at my extremities. Bunching my fists, I let out all the pent-up frustrated breaths that threaten to burst my lungs.
She’s panting. He’s panting. I’m panting.
We’re a breathless mess of strained power, friendship, and love.
What did you think was going to happen when he came back?
It’s all I can ask myself. Knowing I should leave. But I can’t. I can’t when I can see the tears glistening down her temples. I can’t when everything in me wants to protect her. From him. From me. From all this.
And I can’t. She’s not mine to protect.
CASPER
Not a single one of us moves. Fleur lies a spent, breathless mess of our fucking, a wet track on either temple. Ryan’s motionless looking between her and me. He focuses on the bites purpling on her chest and then her belly before meeting my gaze.
Anger is rife on his face. With his jaw clenched as tight as the fists at his sides, he doesn’t look away.
We were friends. I liked him, and not because I was raised to. Like Fleur, he was mine and I protected him. I killed to save him. I fought to make sure he wasn’t discarded when the Forces were done with us. He still betrayed me. He touched the one thing that was out of bounds.
My Fleur.
Pulling my boxers and jeans up, I turn my sole focus on to her. Her body is still marled with the flush of her orgasm, my cum looking so fucking good, drying sticky on her sweaty and prickled skin. She looks fucking incredible lying in front of me with her belly still spasming around our child.
What did he think was going to happen when I came back?
I give him one last look while I lift Fleur into my arms. She’s boneless, and her weight in my hold is cathartic. Therapy to my dark, twisted soul.
“Hold that cum inside you,” I whisper into her ear, and smile when I feel her clench in obedience to my order.
When we’re in the bathroom, I sit her on the toilet, crouching beside her after I start running the large round bath. It looks excessive, but I can’t wait to get in it with her. To make things well and truly right.
