Page 31 of Penance

But mostly I’mjealous.

Even thinking the word makes my stomach swirl with acid. I’ve never been jealous. Of anyone. I don’t think I even really knew what it felt like until I thought about Nox’s hands on my girl at sixteen. Having her for the first time and then leaving her. I wouldn’t have left her; I would have wrapped her up in me and suffocated her with everything I was. She never would have taken another breath again without having to inhale my scent along with it. I would never have steered more than three feet from her for the rest of her life. I might not now. I wonder if it’s possible to stich our hands together, so I never have to let her go.

She can’t leave me.

My dick grows hard at the thought of always having her so close. Constantly in my eyeline, her creamy coconut scent taking up permanent residence inside my nose, her inked skin permanently touching mine.

My fingers curl around my cock, my hot shaft throbbing in my palm as I squeeze. My eyes close, thumb rolling over the head, massaging a drop of precum into the pierced tip as I tease back the foreskin. I bite my lip, back pressing into the cool tiles as I work myself. Imagining Kyla-Rose’s silver hair wrapped around my split knuckles, her large eyes peering up at me, watering and innocent beneath those thick lashes. Her delicate neck arched back, my teeth marks raw in the space between neck and shoulder as I guide my steel cock between her swollen lips. My fist twists in a rapid motion, tugging my dick aggressively.

Thinking of fat tears leaking from the corners of her stormy eyes, my thumb wiping them free of her flushed skin as she hollows her cheeks and sucks me deep. Slipping my thumb into my mouth, sucking them down. I hum at the thought as I move my fist faster, squeezing tighter and tighter. My balls drawing up as I imagine her swallowing me down, her throat working tightly around my length.

I fist my cock, tugging my balls with the other hand, making me explode. I groan, cum hitting my belly, the hot water instantly washing it away as I release the iron grip on my dick. I slump against the tiles, a thin sheen of sweat at my temples. I step back under the spray, fully saturating myself in the heat, scrubbing the rest of my body with Kyla-Rose’s girly citrus soap. I rinse off and hop out. Drying off, I scrub a towel down my body and pull on some loose grey joggers.

Leaving the bathroom, I peer through the darkness at the large bed. A huge dog either side like furry, muscled bed bars, and one big lump in the centre. Silver hair fanned out across the pillow, Huxley’s arm thrown above his head. Kyla-Rose sprawled over his chest, the thin silk sheet barely covering them. His skin dark to her light. A beautiful fucking sight that immediately has my dick stirring again. I never thought I’d get turned on knowing my girl was also fucking my best friend, but here we are. Before I bounce into the bed and wake sleeping beauty, I head out into the darkened hallway, clicking the door closed behind me.

I wander into the kitchen, helping myself to some water, grabbing an apple as I exit. I make my way through the penthouse towards the large living room in the back. It has an entire wall made of glass and when we stayed here before I loved sitting by the windows and watching the world go by at night. Turning down the hall, the floor cold beneath my damp feet, I find light spilling out from the open archway of my destination. Twisting the cap off my bottle of water, I swig some back, condensation running down my fingers, the plastic creaking beneath my grip.

Nox sits on the piano stool, his bare back to me, gaze on the windows. The tall lamp in the corner is on, illuminating the room enough to see, but not too invasive for the middle of the night. I slump down in the far corner of the white sofa, it’s a U shape, positioned so it focuses your view on the world outside. Nox looks at me without turning his head, his bright turquoise eyes flicking in my direction.

Neither one of us speaks. A slightly uncomfortable silence. My demon claws at me, my skin prickling. I think back to earlier, he watched me mark Kyla-Rose as mine, but she wanted him there, in the room while she was vulnerable, that screams trust. Her eyes locked on his multiple times while Hux and I gave her pleasure, let her wrap us around her taloned fingers and take charge. She needed it, retaking control.

She looks at Huxley sometimes, and I can practically hear her silent questions. She wants to know how he does it, finds no fear in anything, dives into shit headfirst without an ounce of hesitation. Never phased by anything, it’s not that he’s unafraid, it’s that he’ll fight tooth and nail to protect what’s his and doesn’t let fear hinder him. It’s admirable, it’s one of the reasons I love him.

Even when I was tangled in razor wire after the explosion. The hot desert sand burning beneath my back, sharpness in my neck making my breathing stutter, he wasn’t afraid. He knew, he fuckingknewhe was getting me out of it. His determination is unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s how I know he’ll be able to help our girl through this, he’ll pull her through the nightmare, show her how to trample out her fear and use it as a weapon. Control it, twist it into something she can wield.

“She needs to go to the hospital,” Nox’s deep rumble cuts through the silence.

His body turned towards me, one hand resting on the ivory keys, the other atop his thigh. Anger spikes sharply in my chest, hitting me out of nowhere as I dig my canines into my apple. Juice sluicing down my chin, I slurp the syrupy liquid from my fingers. Wiping the back of my hand over my face, I slowly crunch the fruit.

“Youdon’t tell me what to do,” I tell him slowly, the husk in my voice cutting. “She’s not your concern.”

“Bollocks, that’s fucking bullshit and you know it,” Nox growls, his finger pointed at me from across the room, his abs rolling as he grinds his teeth. “I’m just as concerned for her as you are.”

A smirk on my lips, I roll my eyes.

“Oh really?” I scoff, a light laugh slipping through. “That why you left her, you piece of fucking shit.”

I raise a brow as I tear another piece of flesh from my apple, the sweetness filling my mouth as my mood sours.

“Youfuckedher, youlefther, you didn’t go back. You let her get taken away from you, because you’re such a safe place, aren’t you,Maddox. So reliable and protective, you tossed her to the fucking dogs, you’re supposed to be the goddamn wolf,” I sniff.

My nostrils flaring, I lean forward. Forearms resting across my knees, apple in one hand, the other clenched into a fist. I glance up from my tattooed feet, a hammerhead shark on one, a scorpion on the other. My eyes narrowing in on him beneath my brow, he stares back.

“It wasn’t fucking like that, and you know it. You know I’m not like that.”

“Never leave a man behind, that’s what you instilled in us. What about young, damaged,vulnerablelittle girls, Maddox? Those are free game, are they? Let them be torn up and destroyed, picked apart by vultures, but you’ve always got your boys’ backs, is that it?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Kace? I was fucking eighteen, I made a mistake! I never did that to fucking hurt her!” he throws himself up from his seat.

I force myself to relax back.

“Why are you goading me? You’ve got her, I haven’t, what is your fucking problem?”

He slams his hands against his thighs in frustration. A vein throbbing in his temple as he pushes his hand through his thick, dark hair.

There he is.

“You,” I state calmly, swallowing another chunk of apple. “You’remy fucking problem, Nox.”

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