by Harper Wylde
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He picked up on my thoughts, and I edged ever closer to him, pushing on his chest to get him to back up. His eyes opened and he gave me a confused look as I slid from the counter, my body brushing against his as I stood.
My hands reached for the waistband of his jeans, “I can give you what you need, Damien.” I made quick work of flicking the button, moving to grab the zipper and yank it down.
With a quick step away from me he gripped his jeans. “You don’t need to do that.” He swallowed hard, and I knew the words cost him. He wanted what I offered, and I wanted to give it to him.
I gripped his t-shirt and pulled him closer—only managing to move my Gargoyle a small step forward again. It was enough. “Hold still,” I commanded, channeling Hiro and Damien himself.
Lowering his zipper, my fingers brushed against his sensitive cock, freeing him from the confines of his jeans. Dropping slowly to my knees, I pulled his jeans and boxers down with me, exposing all of him. The sight of him made me moan. His cock was impressive, slightly longer than Killian’s and nearly as thick. Having explored with Killian last night, I felt more confident as I wrapped my hand around the smooth steel of him, happiness bursting in my chest as he groaned, a visible shiver racing over his body. Sliding my fist, I primed him, getting used to the feel of him in my hand as I made sure he was nice and hard for me. The head of his cock was nearly purple, veins straining under the silky skin as I worked him up. Looking up his body, I saw his head tipped back and I pumped my hand faster, testing differing motions to see what he liked the best. Teasing my thumb under the sensitive underside of his cock, I dared to move closer, opening my mouth and licking the spot he seemed to like so much.
“Fuuuck.” His gaze shot down to me as I knelt before him, and he watched as I opened my mouth, sliding him past my lips as I looked up at him from under my lashes. The salty taste of him hit my tongue as I sucked, bobbing my head to take more of him into my throat. I’d never done this for anyone before, and I tried to figure out the best mechanics as I sucked and simultaneously pumped my hand over the length of him I couldn’t fit into my mouth.
“I’ve never seen anything so fucking sweet in my entire fucking life,” my Gargoyle praised as he tried to keep from canting his hips. “You have no idea how much of a turn on it is to know I’m your first.”
I hummed, letting him know I’d heard him and he let out a guttural groan. Using my free hand, I ran my nails up the strong length of his thigh and he hissed, enjoying my touch. Leaning forward the extra few inches, he braced his hands on the countertop, gripping the marble tightly. I picked up the pace, pumping him in and out of my mouth and massaging him with my tongue as I sucked him. “Yes! That’s it, use your tongue, sweetheart.”
Touch me, Damien, I know you want to, I pushed the thought to him without missing a stroke, and I pulled him nearly out of my mouth, swirling my tongue of the head of his cock.
I felt him straighten and he threaded his fingers into my hair, holding my head as he began to pump in and out of my mouth, using me in the best way possible.
Open your throat a little more, Nix. Let me get deeper inside your sweet mouth. Trying to obey, I focused on relaxing and felt him slide deeper.
“Just like that. Oh, fuck! Nix!” He pumped in and out of my mouth, and my panties grew wet, his pleasure becoming mine as he let me feel how much I turned him on. I hummed over him again and rubbed my tongue along his shaft as I kept my lips locked tightly around his cock.
His breathing was heavy when he suddenly stopped, breaking free from my lips.
Pulling gently, he helped me stand and crashed his lips to mine, pushing my back against the counter as he explored my mouth like I’d just explored him.
When he paused, his gaze raked over my body—clad only in a white bra and my pajama shorts. My palms met the cool countertop as I hoisted myself back into the spot I’d been in earlier. “Come here, Damien.”
His eyes were pure russet fire as he moved closer, allowing me to control the limits of our relationship for once.
His hands gripped the sides of my shorts and panties, and with a quick pull, he shredded them to bits, tossing the scraps of leftover fabric away and leaving me bare before him. When he reached for my bra, I held up a hand and quickly unhooked it myself, realizing how many shopping trips I’d have to make if I let them rip all my clothing up—not that a time or two wasn’t worth it. It’d been damn sexy to see his brute strength in action.
Most girls like shopping, He mused mentally.
I’m not most girls.
Don’t I fucking know it. He smirked at me as I slid the bra down my arms, tossing it behind me into the dining room somewhere.
Come here, batman. I leaned back on the counter and let him chase me, his mouth kissing a trail down my neck as his hand possessively cupped my breasts.
I wish I’d gotten to see you come last night.
I wish I’d gotten to see you come last night, I repeated, and bit my lip as I let the rest of my thoughts race toward him. Maybe you can join us next time?
He growled—nearly a purr—as he agreed, the image exciting us both. Maybe you can make me come right now. I challenged him, and he groaned, getting ready to drop down to his knees to return the favor. As much as I wanted Damien’s mouth on me, I wanted him inside me more.
I reached for his hand instead, and led it to my center. His hand gripped the top of my thigh in a punishing grip as he brushed his thumb across my clit, making me sigh.
“Hands behind you.” His eyes were dark as he made his demands. “Palms flat on the counter. Don’t move, Nix, or I’ll stop touching you.”
Liquid fire flooded my sex as I obeyed. With my hands behind my body, my breasts were pushed forward and he took full advantage, flicking the very tip of my nipple with the tip of his tongue. Working his tongue and hand in tandem, he brought me to the edge of ecstasy before easing off, leaving me wanton on the counter while he stalked to his discarded clothing, digging in his pocket for his wallet and the subsequent condom within. I wanted to rib him about his preparedness, but words escaped me at the moment.
Rolling on the condom, he sauntered back to me and with a quick yank, he positioned me on the edge of the counter, gripping my ass as he took most of my weight. Angling me just right, he rubbed the length of his long cock along my sex, spreading my essence along his cock. The need in his eyes sank straight through me and I reveled in the fact that I’d seduced him. That made me feel powerful, sexy, and in control.
“You are each of those things, Nix.” With a swift thrust, he entered me, stretching me to the hilt as he paused to throw his head back. Our moans mingled as he began to move, his grip on my ass rocking me along with him. When I wrapped my arms around him, leaning back against the counter, he pounded into me with abandon, making me cry out my pleasure.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let Hiro hear you scream for me.” His eyes were alive as mine flew open. A salacious grin on his face, his gaze flicked over my shoulder. Tipping my head back, I got a glimpse of Hiro frozen in the doorway to the kitchen, his eyes roaming over the scene that we were putting on. The sight of him only drove me higher, and I dropped my head back and cried out when Damien shifted his grip, angling himself into my g-spot, never pausing his fevered fucking even though his friend was watching.
“Pick her up, Damien, and bring her over here,” Hiro ordered, letting his overnight bag fall to the floor and shrugging out of his jacket to reveal a fitted grey button down shirt underneath.
Slamming into me, Damien scooted me off the counter and carried me easily into the opening of the kitchen, positioning me against the wall. Hiro leaned in and nipped my bottom lip before laving it with his tongue as Damien plunged the length of his hard cock back into me. I shivered as Hiro moved to my neck, letting Damien have my mouth. The length of Damien made me shudder as he aroused the deepest parts of my body, filling me over and over as he swallowed my moans.
Her hands. Damien summone
d Hiro, talking about me as if I wouldn’t hear their conversation.
Without further instruction, Hiro reached for my arms and pinned my hands above my head, holding them both in one of his.
The other hand slid between Damien’s and my body, trailing down until his longer, lean fingers played over my clit, making me pulse around Damien who groaned in turn. My body wound tight, and the overload of sensations and loss of control made me come undone.
“Come for us, Nix,” Damien growled, deepening his thrusts. Without another word, Hiro pinched my clit—hard—making me cry out from the initial pain and then moan from the heat that blossomed in its place, careening me over the edge.
“Yes! Fuck!” Damien exclaimed with a sharp cry, joining me in my release, both of us surrendering our pleasure to Hiro.
As I came down from my high, I cracked my eyes open to see not only Hiro but the others standing in the living room, watching the scene with a range of heated expressions. Heat suffused my cheeks, and I buried my face into Damien’s shoulder, using Hiro to block my line of sight. Oh. My. God. Embarrassment flooded me, realizing they’d all just watched me come.
“Don’t be,” Ryder said out loud to the thoughts that Damien must have openly shared. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”
Theo and Killian added their ardent agreement as Damien set my feet on the floor and Hiro unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and helping me drape it around my shoulders. I slipped my arms into it and quickly buttoned it up.
“You’re our girl. Sex is only natural. We’re bound to share you together. I don’t see why this has to be awkward.” Theo’s gaze roamed down my body, now covered in Hiro’s shirt that ended mid thigh. “She gets to wear my clothing next,” He claimed as chuckles sounded out around him. I crossed my arms across my stomach and grinned at my sweet Kraken.
“Fuck, you look hot like that,” Killian grunted, setting down a long black garment bag.
“Oh! Are those your tuxedos?” I asked, dying to see them all dressed up. While I didn’t want to attend the Gala tomorrow, seeing them all outfitted to the nines did appeal to me. I couldn’t deny that I was also excited to see their reaction to my dress. I hoped they liked it as much as I did.
“Yep, all of them. We also picked up Hiro and Damien’s, although now I’m wishing I’d stayed home and gotten to join in the fun.” Ryder waggled his eyebrows.
My jokester always knew how to make me smile, and now was no different.
“Next time, it’s my turn,” he said quietly as he sauntered forward and gave me a peck. I took that as the promise he meant it to be, looking forward to that special time with Ryder.
Damien had already stepped back into his pants, making himself decent and washing his hands in the sink. “Alright guys, let’s put the tuxedos into each room and I’ll get lunch prepped for everyone.”
Everyone moved into action, and I sent a mental thank you to Damien for helping to make things less awkward.
Taking me in his arms again, he kissed me and brushed some of my hair away from my face. “Remember what I said. I know that tomorrow is going to be challenging for us, but just know you’re ours, Nix. We’re going to find a way to be together, with or without the Council.”
Thirty-Five
Nix
“Nix!” Damien’s mother exclaimed as we walked into her massive house. The home was large and decorated to perfection, but each item held a personal touch and it seemed homey despite its size.
“Hello, Mrs. Lacroix.” I greeted her with a smile, glad that I had my dress bag in hand and wasn’t expected to make contact because of it. Ryder had offered to carry it for me, but I didn’t trust him not to peek inside when I wasn’t watching. A blazing fire roared in the fireplace, the warmth filling the house as we all shuffled in, escaping the chill of the air outdoors. Flurries already danced in the air, a thin coating of snow on the ground by the time night fell. It was my first experience with snow, and it was beautiful even though it was freezing.
Ryder’s blue jacket nearly swallowed me whole, and once I was settled indoors, I set my dress down carefully and shrugged the jacket off with the help of Damien, who hung it by the door.
“Boys! How nice to see you all!” She doled out hugs and air kisses to each of my guys as she greeted them. “I have cookies in the kitchen for everyone. You best eat them before you put on your formal clothing so that you don’t get crumbs all over yourselves before you have to leave. You’re all welcome to get dressed in our room or Damien’s, but the guest room is off limits. That’s for Nix. A girl’s got to make a grand entrance after all.”
She smiled secretively at me, and I decided that I liked Damien’s mother. I could see where Damien got his sweet, caring personality, and while doubt shrouded Damien’s father at the moment, I knew how much he cared for him, and that was enough for me.
Ryder’s sweet tooth was part of his baser needs, so it was no surprise when he headed straight for the cookies in the kitchen, throwing me a wink on the way. Gathering all the formal wear from everyone, Killian brought them to Damien’s old room, disappearing down the hallway to the bedrooms beyond. Since Theo was with his sister, it was just Damien and me left in the living room as his mother puttered around the kitchen, straightening up and chatting away with Ryder.
“You alright?” Damien hooked a finger under my chin and raised my face to his. “Not too nervous?”
I let out a shaky sound—part laugh, part sigh—and shook my head. “No, I’m nervous as f—” I trailed off, my eye swinging toward the kitchen where Damien’s mother was. Re-phrasing, I started again. “I’m nervous.”
Damien chuckled. “You do realize she raised me and is very used to my friends, right? She won’t be bothered by a little swear word.”
“I want to make a good impression. When she finds out about… this—” I tried not to be so forward in my speech, worried about who could be listening and where Damien’s father was. “—I want her to like me.”
“She will. She already does. You don’t have a thing to worry about.” He glided his thumb down my jawline just as his father emerged from his study, newspaper in hand. When he looked up he paused just as Damien quickly dropped his hand and took a small step back from me.
Fuck! I threw the word at Damien as I spun around, trying not to look guilty of anything. I shouldn’t have to sneak around with the men I considered mine. I wasn’t a child. I made sure my mental wall was firmly in place as I nodded in greeting. “Councilman.”
“Dad,” Damien addressed him.
“Damien! Good to see you, son. I’m glad you got here safely and in plenty of time. Nix, how nice to see you again. Please, call me Mr. Lacroix, or even Raphael.”
I nodded.
“Alright, boys,” Damien’s mom said as she joined us once again. “I need to whisk Nix away so that she has plenty of time for prep.” I wasn’t sure what to think about her statement. Was she saying I needed lots of time to make myself pretty? Or just trying to be nice and give me a break from all the men? And how much time did a girl really need to throw on a dress? My smile was tight on my lips as I followed her from the room, completely out of my element.
“Angela told me all about your dress! I’m looking forward to seeing it. I had Killian tuck it away in the guest bedroom with your shoes and your bag. I know Angela wishes she could be here herself, but I’m so thrilled you’re here, and I’m happy to help you with anything you need.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lacroix. I appreciate your hospitality.”
She tsked at me. “No, dear. Call me Celine. While I’m used to going by the title, given my husbands position, Mrs. Lacroix sounds like my mother-in-law—God rest her soul.”
“Well, thank you Celine. I appreciate you letting us get ready in your home.” I followed her into the guest bedroom. The walls were a pretty robin’s egg blue and the furniture was all vintage looking, restored and distressed.
“Your dress is hanging there…” S
he pointed to the back of the closet door, and I saw my shoes and bag sitting on a chair in front of a vanity table. I felt so far outside of my element within the room, but I tried to keep my nervousness from showing on my face or through my body language—a trial run on the way I’d need to conduct myself tonight. “I’ll leave you to it! If you need any help getting into your dress, just let me know! There’s plenty of time yet, don’t you worry.”
When I heard the click of her heels heading back down the hallway, I sighed, my shoulders drooping as I tried to relax. After closing the door, I walked around the room, looking at all the pretty trinkets and nondescript artwork on the walls. I didn't figure it would take me very long to get ready, though it seemed like it was expected of me.
Casting a look toward the bathroom I noticed the large jacuzzi tub, perusing it with longing. I had always enjoyed baths, and I could use all the stress relief I could get. Stripping down, I threw my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet and ran a piping hot bath, soaking in luxury to help keep my muscles from tensing up. The nerves were still picking at me. I wanted to be perfect and surprise my men—not to mention avoiding any trouble at the Gala. I decided to shave and drained the tub so that I could wash up in cooler water—I worried about being drenched in sweat from the heat of the bath I had been soaking in. The water felt amazing against my skin and I hummed to myself as I finally stopped my daydreaming and turned it off, slipping from the tub to dry off with towels that felt as thick as my comforter. Apparently, Damien’s parents enjoyed their wealth and status. I hesitated for a moment before donning a robe, though I assumed it had been left out for me during my preparation. I didn’t want to chance getting my dress damp. I wanted to go back out into the living room to spend time with the guys, but with Damien’s father around, it made sense to keep my distance lest he picked up on our growing relationships. As a member of the Council, I couldn’t be sure if he would be happy for his son or upset that I wasn’t planning to follow their precious rules.