“If anything happens to your friend, I can take those memories from her,” she tells us. “At least the worst of them.”
“Come on, Remy. You could probably use some down time too. I can tell you still hurt, even if you won't admit it,” Kain says softly.
“Fine, just fine.” I sigh. I'm not happy, not even a little, but if we can't leave without the Horsemen or Morgan, then really, there's dick all I can do anyway. I just don't fucking like it. It's yet another delay.
“Maybe we can spend the day exploring this power of yours too,” Levi says, looking between me and Caleb.
“You're probably the best equipped to help her,” Caleb says with a shrug. “But it’s powerful, regardless of what she says or feels. You'll see what I mean.”
I look between them, but realize that any input from me is futile.
“Then it's settled. We'll spend the rest of the day here so Remy and Morgan can relax, and then tomorrow, we'll finish the hunt,” Levi tells the room and there's a murmur of agreement from everyone except Morgan and I.
She looks at me and shrugs with a smile.
“Men.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Remy
After being released from the throne room, it didn’t take long for everyone to get antsy. Sitting around all day just isn’t something any of us are good at these days. So the others took off to explore this ring of the Shadow Realm, and other parts of the palace, while Kain stayed with me, fussing because yes I still hurt, and yes, Malik nearly killed me. I get it, I just hate the fuss.
“You really should eat something, Remy,” Kain says as he sits on the bed, facing me. I was told to lay the fuck down earlier, by the four of them growling at me, and being an immoveable wall of asshole until I climbed into bed. It was fun.
“I’m not hungry, we had a huge breakfast, and I’ve barely done anything since then. I just want to get out of bed. Do something, anything. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I sit here doing nothing for much longer.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You scared the fucking life out of me earlier, Remy. You couldn’t see yourself. But I will never be able to forget the sight of you after Malik…”
“I’m okay,” I tell him squeezing his hand.
“I know, but seeing you like that… I can’t ever see that again, so please, just let us fuss. I know it’s frustrating, but if you’d seen what we saw. I thought I was going to die, that I would tear apart this realm avenging you, but die happily, knowing I’d be reunited with you again.”
“Oh, Kain,” I sigh, because damn he is breaking my heart. “Even if that had happened, I’d never want that for you. I can come back from death. You can’t. It would devastate me if that happened to you because of me.”
“We don’t know if you can come back from death while you’re here. Everything is different. It’s not something any of us are willing to find out, so please. Just this once, let us take care of you, even if it’s just to make us, make me, feel better.”
He leans forward and kisses me softly, breaking my god damn heart, because wow, he has a way with words. I also hadn’t considered his last point, but as his kiss deepens, all thought but him slips from my mind.
“I'm sorry,” I whisper as his tongue glides along my bottom lip and his teeth nip the plump skin revealing a drop of blood that he quickly licks up.
“Delicious,” he purrs, bracing himself on either side of my head as he deepens the kiss, dominating me with his tongue.
Lost in his sweet assault, I hook an arm around his neck and lift my chest towards him silently begging for more.
“Ah, ah, Remy, you need to rest,” he admonishes but I don't care. Fisting my free hand on his shirt, I keep him close even as he tries to back away. My Kain is being noble, responsible. But I don't want that. I don't need a caretaker right now, I need my lover.
“I'll rest when I'm dead,” I tell him without thinking and the next thing I know, I've got both of my hands in one of his pinned above my head and a very angry Kain staring at me. I've never seen him like this, raw and almost out of control.
“Saying shit like that, Remy, is why we feel the need to protect you every fucking minute of the day. Death is not a joke, not for us. Definitely, not for me.” His words come through his clenched teeth as though it's taking everything within him not to snap at me like a petulant child. “Got it?”
I stare at him for a long minute before I see the fear of losing me shining through his annoyance at my offhand retort. That's when I understand. His life is dependent upon mine. He can't bear the thought of living without me in this world. Even if I will eventually come back.
Strangely enough, that only makes me hotter. His words turn me on more than ever.
“Make love to me, Kain. Show me.” My words are a mere whisper as I look at him intently, my entire body humming with need for him. “Please.”
He's still, watching me, studying my every breath before I feel the pressure of his hand relenting slightly.
Finally, his lips are gently brushing along mine and his body is flush against my own as his tongue plunges inside my mouth and explores every inch.
We don't speak, our bodies telling a story of need and desire that have lived as one for centuries. The motor memory of our touch, of our kisses and fucking. Of our love. It's still all there, always,
“Make love to me,” I repeat, lifting my hips from the bed, my body seeking his.
This time, he can't refuse me. His control is slipping, and I can’t say I dislike it.
In an instant, he's naked and so am I with only a gust of wind to tell me he moved at all.
His answer comes with his cock slamming into me with the force of a hurricane after the calm of the eye. I gasp at the feel of him buried deep, invading every inch of space I have to give him.
“I can't fuck you like this if you're not safe, Remy.” He pulls out almost completely before slamming right back into me.
“I can't show you how much I love you if you keep putting yourself in harm's way.” He swivels his hips to make sure I can feel every inch of him as he fucks me thoroughly.
“I can’t be happy if you’re not here with me.” He pulls back out but this time he doesn’t thrust back in. He makes me wait for it and I’m shaking all over like a junkie needing her next hit.
“Kain, please,” I beg, my eyes darting form his determined look to the place where his cock is teasing my poor, aching pussy.
“Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.” His voice is strained, and I know this is just as painful and difficult for him as it is for me. But unlike me, he’s had centuries to master his control.
“I can’t promise…” he pulls away a little more and I’m certain I’m going to die if he doesn’t give me at least one orgasm right the fuck now.
“Promise me, Remy.”
Fuck my life.
“I promise I’ll take better care of myself,” I say in rush of letters and words that I barely mean because who are we kidding? My life isn’t exactly a walk in the park. And even when it is, it’s a dangerous fucking park with enemies in every nook and shadow.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Kain slams his cock deep inside me and begins fucking me like a starved animal. One hand buried in my dark hair, fingers tight against my scalp, the other holding me still on my hip so he can do to me as he pleases.
My hands are gripping the sheets, my skin is on fire and the scent of my arousal is like an aroma that drives us crazier the harder he pounds into me.
I know the moment we are about to reach orgasm because Kain’s canines descend, and his blue eyes turn amber and animalistic. He’s the predator and I, his willing prey.
“Yes,” I cry out knowing he’s about to intensify my incoming orgasm by burying his teeth in my neck.
I can feel the tell-tale tingling of immeasurable pleasure starting at the base of my spine and before it can travel to my extremities, Kain’s teeth sink into th
e skin along my throat and I explode into a million tiny pieces.
I want to scream but my breath is caught in my lungs as I hear him taking his fill all the while spilling his seed inside my hungry pussy. I’m bucking and shaking and he’s drinking and coming. It’s as beautiful as it is erotic. Just like this man that I love beyond comprehension.
It feels like I come for hours before his teeth retract and he takes his time licking up every single drop of my blood that escaped his hungry mouth.
“Have a good dinner?”
“The fucking best.”
I wake up to a shroud of darkness. It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but once they do, I lift my head so I can see the light trying to break through the drawn curtains. I notice the four of them tucked in the bed around me, even if two of them are laying at the end of the bed.
I squint and realize it’s Kain and Creek at the end of the bed, which means that the cocoon of heat I’m wrapped in must be Roman and Levi. Not a bad cocoon if I do say so myself. I don’t remember the three of them getting back last night, I must have passed out and slept like the dead.
I squirm as the need to pee hits me, so I try to untangle myself from the mess of limbs I find myself in without waking anyone. I slip from the bed into the bathroom with a deep sigh of relief.
I love them, every single one of them, but five minutes to myself is exactly what I need. Just to put myself back together after yesterday.
Because holy shit was it a day. I really want to speak to Morgan, find out what happened to her, because the guilt is still eating at me. Everything that happened yesterday was my fault, and it caused even more delays with finding Fallon. But today, today I’m not stopping until we find out something.
I finish sorting myself out in the bathroom, and tiptoe back into the room, finding Creek sat awake on the end of the bed, waiting for me. He puts his finger up to his lip and stands, walking towards me before taking my hand and pulling me flush with his body.
“Good Morning,” he whispers softly before leaning down and capturing my face with his hands and taking mouth with his.
“Hi,” I whisper back when he pulls away from me, smiling. His hands move from my face to my waist and just holds me close. I rest my head on his shoulder and sigh contentedly. Yes I like time alone, but it’s also been forever since I was just still with any of them. Things have been moving at a thousand miles a minute since the others came into my life. While my guilt might eat at me, indulging in this for just a moment isn’t going to make a difference.
“How are you doing?” His breath tickles my ear with his question as he squeezes me tighter. My eyes flicker towards the bed, making sure everyone is still asleep before I pull myself back from him. I put my finger on my lips, taking his hand and pull him out of the room. So what if he’s just in boxers, I’m only in shorts and a tank. I try the door opposite ours and find it unlocked, an empty room, devoid of any hints of life, except the made-up bed on the far side. It’s much smaller than ours, but I smile, because I know Morgan said this was the guest wing or whatever, but I worried I might just be storming into someone’s bedroom.
“I like the way you think, beautiful,” Creek laughs behind me as he shuts the door gently. “Now really, how are you?”
“I’m okay, I swear. I’m a little stiff, but I’m okay. Honestly, I’m more worried about Fallon than myself.” I shrug.
“That, right there, is exactly why you’ve got the four of us acting out of sorts, and smothering you. You need to worry about yourself too, Remy. I swear my heart stopped dead when I landed in that throne room yesterday. I have no idea how this place is still standing because Levi looked like he was going to fucking erupt.” His voice is sharp, and I can tell he’s still angry about it all, but we don’t have time for anger.
“I know, I know. I will try, but honestly, I was so scared about Morgan yesterday, that Malik caught me off guard. He would never have hurt me if he didn’t think I’d hurt Morgan. And I mean, really, I did. I still don’t understand how…I need to speak to Morgan.”
“Yeah, well, hopefully tempers are kept in better check at breakfast than they were last night.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I take a step back and glare at him. He shifts uncomfortably and sighs.
“Roman is going to give me such hell for telling you.”
“Creek fucking Winchester, you tell me right the fuck now,” I insist and he winces.
“Ouch, Rem. Full name. Not cool.”
“Stop dancing around the issue, Creek. Not cool.”
“Fine, look, him and Bryce… they had… words…” he says slowly. His face is animated enough for me to read that words means they beat the crap out of each other.
“Fuck my fucking life,” I groan.
“Come on, Rem. It’s no big thing. Guys work shit out with their fists. It’s easier that way. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he tries to persuade me, pulling me closer and starting to kiss my neck.
“That’s not fair,” I gasp as his teeth scrape across the sensitive skin.
“Don’t remember setting rules.” He chuckles before starting to kiss me again. “Let’s forget about them for a minute, and just enjoy some alone time, yeah? I’ve never had to share my wife before, I think we’re overdue some alone time.” I nod my head before tilting it back, giving him better access as his hand cups my pussy, making me groan as he applies pressure through my thin shorts.
“I love calling you my wife.” His voice is like gravel as he walks me backwards toward the bed at the far end of the room. I let him take control, basking in the feel of his kisses.
“I love hearing it, husband. So much,” I admit, fisting my fingers in his long, thick hair, bringing his mouth to mine so I can finally taste him. His big, reassuring hands slide under my tank, up my back and before I know it, I'm topless. Our chests are skin to hot skin, my nipples reveling at the feel of his hard body.
Our mouths are battling for control, tongues dueling with need when I feel his hands pushing my shorts down until they fall to the fall allowing me step out of them.
Creek pauses our kiss and takes a step back, his gaze running over every inch of my body, lighting a fire with the hunger written all over his face.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” he whispers, swiftly ridding himself of his own boxer shorts.
For a brief second, we stand there, admiring each other, knowing it's the calm before the sexual storm that will take us away. And in a split second, Creek is on me. One hand on my face, directing our kiss as he pleases with his other hand on my ass pressing me to him so there's not a breath of space between us. His cock is hard against my stomach, his body instinctively pushing against me as though begging us both to get on with our show.
Picking me up by the waist, he surprises me by quickly lifting me up and throwing me onto the plush bed at our side. I bounce a couple of times as he takes his cock in hand and begins stroking, thinking, calculating the different ways he's going to take me.
Right now, I'd go for a good old-fashioned missionary but when Creek's face lights up with a wicked, and yet sweet, grin, I know I'm in trouble. The very best kind.
“On all fours, beautiful.” It takes me second to respond to his command, it's so unlike him but I like this side of new Creek, taking control all the while staying true to his nurturing nature.
My gaze falls to his cock as it stands proudly, impatiently waiting for my pussy to be open wide for it.
In one smooth move, I turn onto my hands and knees and with a playful grin of my own, I look at him over my shoulder as I spread my thighs and shimmy my ass from side to side.
I'm taunting him.
I'm teasing him.
I'm making sure that by the time his cock is inside me, his control will be nowhere around. Only passion and love. And fucking. Lots and lots of fucking.
These men. They've turned me into a fucking nympho, and I wouldn't trade it for the world.
“Hmmm, such a tease
, beautiful.”
“What's the matter, Creek? Can't handle a little shake of my ass?” I'm playing with fire and I know it. Not only that, I love it.
I’ve barely finished my sentence before Creek is on me. His entire body is over mine on all fours. His hands on either side of mine. His thighs parallel to mine. His cock aligned perfectly at the crease of my ass and I tremble with anticipation.
“One day, I too, will fuck that luscious ass of yours. But not today.” His voice goes from hungry to loving at a second's notice.
“This morning,” he continues, his mouth at my jaw sprinkling love bites down the column of my neck before he reaches my ear and whispers, “I'm burying my cock so deep inside your pussy that I'll leave an imprint.”
My entire body shudders with anticipation. I can feel my juices sliding down the inside of my thighs as Creek traces a path down the column of my spine until he reaches my lower back and then his heat is gone. But he's still there.
On his knees, he takes my hips in his big hands and aligns himself with my pussy. The long strands of his wild hair are falling over his face, his jaw tight with the effort to pace himself.
“Please,” I beg him over my shoulder.
His gaze flickers to mine, a finger sliding through my overwhelming wetness and then his hips rear back and his cock slams into me with a force of the gods.
My breath is caught in my throat as we both freeze, taking in the feel of each other, and how fucking good it feels.
When we both regain our normal, somewhat labored breaths, Creek begins to fuck me in earnest.
One hand on my hip, the other on my shoulder so he can control how fast and how deep he thrusts inside my pussy.
“Home. Your pussy is my forever home,” Creek's words are broken with the effort of keeping quiet and the need to brand himself inside me.
His hand leaves my shoulder to glide down my back and over my hip before he leans in and places his thumb over my clit ever so lightly. His thrusts are hard, his front slapping into my back. Our sweat mingling, our juices becoming their own, unique concoction.
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