Page 85 of Blood Ties
So despite the discomfort crawling over my skin, I whisper Kai’s name as his fingers curl inside of me. He’s good at it, better than good after I taught him, knows exactly how to work my body to bring me right to the edge. But even with my eyes shut I can feel the stares on me, sense the presence of his father and his uncle and most of all his brother. My body won’t or can’t relax enough to let me feel anything.
I pull Kai close and kiss him. “I’m ready for you,” I whisper.
He nods. His fingers recede, and he notches himself at my entrance. Even after he warmed me up, his length stretches me out as he presses in. My breath hitches, body arching. Kai pauses, breathing hard, pale face flushed; I can see face how hard it must be to hold himself back, but he does, perfectly still over me.
“Shit,” he whispers. “Are you okay?”
Someone’s wolf whistle echoes around the room. Knox, I suspect. Kai tenses above me, and I can see the resolve crack in his expression. I grab him by the back of the neck and pull him in for a searing kiss, all heat and tongue rather than gentle like before. I roll my hips, taking him deeper into me, and he gasps against my mouth.
“Please, Kai,” I whisper, just loud enough for his ears, even though I’m shaking and sick to my stomach. I pull his face into my neck, blink away tears as I stare up at the ceiling. “Fuck me.”
He sinks deeper inside of me, and I moan loudly enough to drown out his uncle’s snicker.
Fuck them. Fuck all of them. I need to pretend for Kai’s sake, because I know he can’t do this if he thinks I don’t want it. But I also want to do it for my own sake, to not let them take this moment from us.
So I let everything fade away except for Kai’s face, Kai’s mouth, Kai’s cock moving inside of me. His muscular torso sliding against mine, the slap of his hips. I wrap a leg around his waist and gasp and writhe for him, whimpering his name. Doing all of the things I’ve never done for Knox.
I can feel his eyes on me the entire time. He wants to watch this? Then let him watch. Let him see that his little brother fucks me better than he ever could.
I’m pretending at first. Amping it up, at least. But it’s not a lie to say that Kai is better at this than he has any right to be. He drinks in every little gasp and moan I make, figures out what pleases me and does it again, again, again, until I don’t have to fake my whimpers at all. Soon every thrust is hitting that sweet spot inside of me, making my toes curl and my eyes roll. My head is still spinning from that blow to the head, and a delirious sort of haze settles over me, making it easier to forget everything beyond the mattress. My awareness tunnels until all I see is Kai.
I dig my fingers into the muscles of his back. “Faster,” I beg. “Harder.”
He slams into me, his breath quickening. He kisses me sloppily as he fucks me into the mattress, and I moan into his mouth, stroke his tongue with my own and tangle my fingers in his hair.
There’s a new hunger in his kiss. An animal freneticism to the slap of his hips against mine as each thrust fills me utterly, completely, so much it’s just on the verge of overwhelming. He’s close.
“Come for me, Kai,” I whisper in his ear.
A guttural little sound tears out of his throat, and he slams into me, once, twice, and shudders as he spills himself inside of me. I cry out too, arching. My orgasm is sudden and almost violent, shocking me. I tremble as he ruts against me, both of us wringing the last drops of pleasure out of our bodies. Finally Kai stops, his sweat-slick body resting atop mine.
For a moment it is just us. Our mingled breath, his forehead pressed to mine. He kisses me even though he’s still panting, craving me more than air.
“I love you,” he says.
Then a massive hand grabs the back of his neck and yanks him off of me. Kai’s father pulls him away and shoves him to his knees on the concrete, where he scrambles to pull his pants up.
I cover myself with my hands, scooting back on the mattress, nausea pulsing through my body as I remember the reality of our situation. As I look up and see Kai’s uncle grinning at me from the corner, palming the front of his pants. Knox watches me with a simmering heat in his gaze. He’s silent, his jaw set. Not finding this funny anymore, I guess.
It feels a little like I’ve won. My lips curl into a slight smile, even as I tremble under the stares.
Kai’s cry of pain wipes the smirk right off of my face. I look over to see his father pressing him facedown on the floor with the shotgun barrel against the back of his head.
“No,” I cry out, sitting up on the mattress and letting my hands fall, heedless of my own nakedness. I yank against the chain on my wrist, trying to get to him, even though it’s impossible. “He did what you told him to do! Don’t hurt him!”
Kai’s father looks over at me. He smiles in that cold way of his, his eyes as blank and dead as always, and it sends a shiver of foreboding down my spine.
“Knox,” he says, and jerks his head at me. “Your turn.”
