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“You are wrong. I wouldn’t choose them over you because, if I’m being honest, I’m drawn to all of you equally. And that scares the shit out of me,” I admitted. His body had stiffened when I started my sentence, but by the end, I felt the relief rolling through him as he softened against me.
Swallowing the side of myself that told me to shut the hell up before I had no walls left intact between us, I added, “And the way you rile me makes me feel a way that I never have before...in a good way. The heat from the anger isn’t always bad. Right now, my body wants you so fucking badly, I feel like I’m going to punch a wall if you don’t satisfy me. So yeah, maybe being angry isn’t such a bad thing.”
His eyes dropped to my lips. “You want me to make you come, Vixen?”
Rolling my hips to emphasize my point, I nodded, biting my lip in challenge and loving the way his breath hitched. A feral grin lit up his face as he answered, “I’d be happy to oblige, if you promise me one thing.”
Tilting my heading slightly, I inquired, “What’s that?”
He moved forward, nudging my head to the side as he trailed kisses along my throat, nipping lightly as he went. Murmuring against my skin, he said, "Promise me you won’t shove your emotions under the rug anymore. It’s a dangerous coping mechanism that will never end well. You have to be brave enough to face your feelings head on.”
That was a big fucking promise, and I took a moment to process the request as he continued to kiss my skin. He was right. All it had done is land me at an unhappy place in my life, struggling to figure out how to change it.
Exactly in the same boat he was in.
“Okay,” I breathed out, “I promise, but only if you do the same.”
“I promise,” he parroted before a small gasp was torn from me as he lifted me swiftly and deposited me onto my ass, dragging my sleep pants down my body and tossing them to the side. I didn’t have underwear on beneath, not having bothered with a bra or panties after my time with Oz.
Neither of us spoke. We didn’t need to, when the depth of understanding we had for each other after this had been solidified with that promise.
He lifted my legs, placing my thighs on his shoulders as he nestled into the bed, running his nose against my slit and breathing me in. Groaning, he flicked his tongue out, running the length of me slowly, like he was savoring this moment.
My hips bucked with need, impatience roaring through me. I felt like it would take such little effort to make me come, after the tension between us had edged me throughout our exchange.
He let out an amused chuckle, but he knew what I wanted, and he was quick to shift gears and give it to me. His tongue delved inside my pussy as his fingers drifted to brush against my clit. I moaned, bucking my hips against him, wanting more.
They had opened up this sexual side of me, and what could I say? I was greedy now.
His tongue was without a doubt longer than a normal human, and fuck, did it feel good buried in my pussy as he increased the pressure and speed on my clit. My back arched and my eyes drifted closed as I chased the orgasm building within me.
“Del,” I moaned, so close to the edge, but just shy of being able to reach it.
His growl vibrated through my pussy as he doubled down, tongue fucking me with feral intensity as he pinched my clit. I cried out as finally, I exploded under his touch, making him smile against my folds.Cheeky bastard.
I lay there, panting as I enjoyed the aftershocks of the orgasm. He quickly moved up my body, pressing his hard cock against me, and leaned down to murmur in my ear. “My time with you is done, and that means Rez will feel the itch to come to you. But later, I plan to do so much more with you, Vixen.”
My smile was the only response he got from me as I scrambled to find the brain power to get dressed once more.
Chapter Thirteen
TINSLEY
Del had told me to just stay put and that he’d send Rez in for our session together. No sense in leaving the room, just to come back once again. I’d been thankful for his foresight, as I felt emotionally and physically drained at this point.
I had given so much of myself up tonight, knowing I needed to make room for who I was going to become. I couldn’t hold onto the past if I truly wanted to implement these changes outside of the walls of my apartment.
It was one thing to be this new version of me in the security of my own home with three monsters who hardly knew me. But out there in the world, with the people who had trapped me in the box of who they thought I should be? That was the much harder part of this journey, and I’d have to do it on my own, without the help of the Algeah’s powers running through me.
I was curled on my side with my eyes closed when I heard my door open, squeaking ever so slightly. Popping my eyes open, I smiled immediately at Rez as he crossed the room to sit on the edge of the bed near my feet.
Without a doubt, his presence—even without his powers activated—was so gentle and calming. I'd felt on edge with both of his brothers for varying reasons, but none of that was present with him. It was like coming home after I'd been running for so long.
“How’re you feeling?” he queried as he took one of my feet in his hands, rubbing the pads of his thumbs into the arch.
“I swear, your hands are magical,” I half-moaned, shifting to lie on my back and giving him access to my other foot as well.
His chuckling response made my heart flutter. I liked when he smiled and laughed around me. It elicited a different kind of satisfaction. “I don’t think that’s quite an answer to my question,” he murmured. “I know this process in general can be very painful and draining for our charges, but with you…” he trailed off for a moment before continuing, “...with you, I think so many lines have been blurred, making this a particularly difficult experience, and for that I owe you an apology.”
