Awakened and Betrayed: The Lost Sentinel Book 2

by Ivy Asher

  “Why doesn’t everyone stay here tonight? We have plenty of room and beds, thanks to the sisters and their awesome furniture ordering skills,” Valen chuckles, and the rest of the guys join in. “Knox and Ryker, you can show Vinna her room. Bastien and Sabin, why don’t you get Evrin, Aydin, and the sisters settled, and I’ll clean up dinner...and that’s not up for debate,” he playfully scolds the sisters, who simultaneously open their mouths to argue about the cleanup part of the plan.

  I laugh, and shoot the sisters a victorious grin while adding a tally in my favor to the mental scoreboard I keep for our dishwashing war. Their margin of defeat is still massive, but I have high hopes that I’m going to flip the script on them now that I have better control over my magic, and I’ve been working on some sneaky skills that will aid me in the war.

  Knox gets up from the table and puts his hand out for me to take. He helps me up from my chair and then turns around and crouches down, giving me his back. I smile and leap up onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He wraps his arms under my thighs and knees, giving me extra support, and I kiss the side of his neck in thanks. Everyone stands up from the table stretching and groaning and thanking the sisters for another amazing meal.

  My smile grows even bigger as Knox takes me around to everyone to say good night. Hugs are dished out, and I get soft, sweet kisses from Bastien, Valen, and Sabin before Knox carries me through the living room, past the front door, and down a hallway. Ryker leads us all the way to the end and stops in front of the tall, black door there. With dramatic slowness, he grabs the door handle and pushes the door open. Ryker gestures for Knox to go first, and I’m carried into the room just as the lights blink on.

  Just like in the rest of the house, the floors are a light hardwood, and the walls are incredibly tall and painted a soft tan. My eyes move up to the high tray ceilings that have beautifully intricate white patterns on them. A chandelier hangs above the bed giving the room a definite feminine touch that compliments the light and airy feel of the space. The bed is humongous. It has to be custom-made because it looks just shy of two king-sized mattresses pushed together. The headboard is cream, and the bedding is a peach-and-cream pattern that looks soft and incredibly inviting. The long, cushioned bench at the foot of the bed and the side tables are cream, and everything sits atop a large area rug in the same color.

  There are two sets of French doors that lead out to a spacious patio. In front of one set of doors is a beautiful sitting area with comfortable looking couches and chairs. I can easily picture the lazy days of lounging on the cozy furniture— napping, reading, or just enjoying the warm sun that is guaranteed to pour into the room during the day. It’s gorgeous, and perfect in ways I would have never thought of and love.

  I slip down Knox’s back and step further into the room, catching even more gorgeous details. Ryker rubs the back of his neck as he looks from me to the room and back again.

  “The sisters helped us choose the colors, but all of us picked everything else out. Once we got everything in here, we were a little worried it might be too girly. Is it okay?”

  Ryker’s admission surprises the shit out of me. I assumed that I had the sisters to thank for this perfection, but knowing that they selected everything in this room makes it even more amazing than I already thought it was. My stunned face turns into a beaming smile, and I find Ryker’s worry about whether I like what they’ve done adorable.

  “Well, I am a girl, so girly works for me,” I tease, as I take one last look around the room. “It’s perfect! Beyond perfect, really. I love everything about it, and then I love it a million times more because you guys did it.”

  Ryker and Knox shoot matching prideful grins at each other, and their sudden excitement makes me chuckle. I step over to Ryker and push a lock of blond hair away from his face. I soak in his beautiful blue eyes and run the back of my fingers over his cheek.

  “Thank you,” I tell him softly, gratitude and appreciation radiating from my gaze.

  I reach up on my tiptoes and pull his lips to mine. He tries to get away with a quick peck, but I’m over these all too quick kisses, and I let my mouth demand more. I claim his top lip first, deliberately slow as I cup the back of his head and nape with my hands. My fingers sink into his thick, golden hair. He hesitates for the slightest of seconds before wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me in closer. I deepen the kiss and bite back my moan of satisfaction when Ryker finally stops holding back.

  I push for more with each stroke of my tongue and nip of his lips before diving back into an all-consuming kiss. All too soon, I feel him start to shut the kiss down and begin to pull away. I huff out my irritation against his soft lips, but it doesn’t stop him from stepping away. I turn to Knox, and the heat I see in his eyes sends a delicious twinge between my thighs. I move towards him, and in two huge steps, he meets me, cupping my face in his strong hands and crashing his lips to mine. Knox wastes no time kissing me mindless. He owns my mouth with no hesitation or reservation, and I match his claim and fervor.

  The words thank you never make it out of my mouth to Knox, so I put them in my kiss instead, and I can taste them on his lips and mine. I reach down to the hem of my shirt and start to pull it up.

  “Vinna,” Ryker calls, and Knox stalls our kiss, giving me one last little nip before stopping.

  I look over at Ryker, not missing the conflict in his features.

  “Squeaks, you just went through your Awakening. You need to rest and recover. There’s no rush, we’re not going anywhere, and there will be plenty of time to escalate things when you’re one-hundred percent and not coming down from a traumatic experience with your magic.”

  I consider Ryker for a moment. I know he means well, but I’m done hitting the brakes. I was tired before, but I’m sure as fuck not now, and if these two walk out of here after getting me this wound up, I just might lose my mind. I look from Ryker’s apologetic face to Knox. My king of going with the flow, down for anything, the one who always supports me in whatever I want to do. I step out of his arms, ignoring the tiny flash of disappointment I see there before he covers it up.

  I take a couple steps back so I can see them both. I grab the bottom of my shirt and slowly pull it up and over my head. It lands to the ground next to me. I reach down and unbutton my jeans, lower the zipper, and push them down my thighs, past my calves, and off my feet. I look up, the intensity in my eyes matching what I see in Knox’s and Ryker’s heated gazes.

  “You guys in, or out?”

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  I hear Ryker murmur something along the lines of fucking hell, but it’s drowned out by a charging Knox. He grabs my ass, lifts me up to straddle him, and announces “in” before kissing me. His grip on my ass is bruising, his kiss punishing, and I love every second of it. No holding back, no more fucking hesitation, just raw, aggressive need at its finest. I suck on his tongue, and he grinds up into my spread legs making me moan at the contact. I push away from him hopping down out of his hold and go right for the button of his pants.

  He chuckles and whips his shirt over his head, dropping it to join mine on the ground. He kicks his pants off, and reaches for me again, pulling me into another deep, panty-melting kiss. I squeak in surprise when I feel Ryker press against my back and slowly run his hands over the side of my hips and up my ribs. I honestly thought he was going to leave after telling me he thought I should wait. I look over my shoulder at him, the question clear on my face.

  “In. I’ll always be in when it comes to you.”

  His declaration seeps into me as he leans down and kisses me with such tenderness and devotion that it sends my soul singing.

  Knox reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. The straps slide off my shoulders, and he pulls it the rest of the way off. I reach down to Knox’s boxer briefs and push the top of them down. Ryker pulls his lips from mine, and his kisses move languidly down my neck and over the runes on my shoulder.

  When his tongue snak
es out and connects with my runes, a flash of purple magic breaks out across my skin. It’s as if Ryker’s tongue is somehow in direct contact with my clit, instead of running across my runes, each kiss and flick sends a zing of pleasure straight between my thighs. I’m soaked with desire and want, and I grind my ass back against Ryker’s erection which is still frustratingly trapped in his jeans. I moan as he switches from the runes on one shoulder to the runes on the other, causing more magic to spark all over me.

  Knox cups my breasts and runs his thumbs in tandem over my peaked, sensitive nipples.

  I arch into his large hands and watch as a flash of violet streaks up my torso to connect with his palms. He groans as he absorbs the magic and grinds his hips forward against me. Ryker lets out a short moan of pleasure as he also gets his first dose of orgasm-inducing power.

  “What is that?” Ryker asks, his voice deep and sensual.

  “No idea, it just happens when you guys get me really turned on or really pissed off.”

  Ryker’s hands replace Knox’s on my breasts, and he pinches my nipples between his fingers and grinds into my ass.

  “By the stars, you feel so fucking good!”

  I gasp, and my magic flares at all the incredible sensations his hands and mouth are creating. Knox steps back and finishes what I tried to start, by pushing his underwear off. He stands in front of me proud as a peacock, happy to let me look my fill. My eyes greedily take him in. All that perfection is definitely something to be proud of. His mocha skin is smooth and soft, his frame large, muscular, rippling, and defined. His cock juts out invitingly, and I want him inside of me so badly I could scream.

  I feel Ryker behind me start to undress and nerves begin to break through my lust. I’ve been pushing for this and wanting this, practically from the moment I first saw them, but it feels weird that it’s about to morph from fantasy into reality. Knox stalks forward and kisses me so thoroughly, that all I can think about is his incredible body against mine and how to get more of him. He lifts me up again, but instead of perching me against his chest he throws me onto the bed.

  I go airborne with a squeal. Both of them chuckle as I bounce down onto the large bed. Fuck, that was hot. Knox climbs up my body and hooks his fingers into the top of my underwear, deliberately pulling them slowly down my legs. He takes a moment to soak in my nakedness before his gaze rises to meet mine.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

  His gray eyes stay locked on mine, the adoration and warmth I find there slowly seeping into my soul, claiming a piece of it.

  I open my mouth to respond, and I’m shocked by the word that wants to slip out. Love? That can’t be right. It’s way too fucking soon for me to making that kind of declaration. I’m not even sure if I know what it means. I try to find something else that fits how I feel about Knox, Ryker, and the others, but nothing fits. Nothing captures what they mean to me while still leaving room for things to come.

  Unfazed by my lack of response, Knox spreads my legs, dips his head down and sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “Holy fuck!” I groan loudly.

  He chuckles, spreads me even further and licks me from the bottom of my opening all the way up, swirling his tongue in tiny circles around my clit.

  Holy shit!

  The bed dips down next to me, and Ryker’s gorgeous, naked body crawls to me. He pushes his blond locks out of his face and seizes my lips, kissing me deeply. I fight not to come from what both of their mouths are currently doing to me.

  I moan into Ryker’s kiss when Knox does moons-knows-what to my clit; it has me squirming and grinding myself onto his face as I try to capitalize on my building orgasm. Purple magic flashes wildly all over me, and Ryker and Knox match my moans and groans as they absorb it and feed the pleasure back to me.

  Ryker sucks on my bottom lip, releasing it with a pop and moves to do the same with my nipple. Knox flicks my clit with his tongue, and I feel his finger circling my opening, pressing in more and more with each revolution. I arch off the bed and cry out my release as both Ryker and Knox’s mouths send me over the edge.

  Ryker switches to my other nipple, simultaneously sucking and tonguing one and pinching the other with the perfect amount of pressure. Knox slips a finger inside of my clenching pussy and starts pumping in and out, working to extend my orgasm. My clit gets sensitive as my orgasm ebbs, and I squirm in an effort to separate my clit from Knox’s mouth.

  He chuckles but relents, pulling away from my now sensitive nerves. But, he slips another finger inside of me and continues to pump in and out of me. I clench and unclench around his fingers loving the friction and feel of him. Knox croons his approval and begins to move even faster. The heel of his palm hits my clit and the surrounding nerves every time he thrusts in. And even though I’m sensitive there, the repeated, fleeting touch of his palm against my clit causes another orgasm to build quickly.

  I mewl out encouragement as Knox fingers me roughly.

  “Mmmmm, that’s it, Killer, come for me again. Get nice and wet and ready for us,” Knox orders, as he leans down and nips at my inner thighs, his pace deliciously aggressive; his words and tone promising so much more.

  Ryker sucks hard on my nipple and then pulls off to claim my mouth just as another orgasm crashes through me. He swallows my shouts greedily, and when I’m spent he begins to nip at my earlobe. Knox pulls his fingers out of me, and our eyes lock on each other. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them, his storm-gray eyes never leaving mine.

  “Fuck, that’s hot!” I admit, and he smiles as he continues to lick my orgasms from his fingers.

  “She’s ready for you,” Knox announces to Ryker.

  He moves from between my legs and lays on his side next to me, watching me with so much heat banked in his gaze I can practically see steam rising off of him. Ryker replaces Knox between my legs and runs his hands up my inner thighs as his eyes roam over me. His cock is hard, the tip glistening, and as much as I want it buried deep inside of me, I can’t help but feel a little nervous too.

  “Do we need protection or something?” I ask, my voice breathy with nerves and desire.

  “I’ll make you a birth control potion in the morning if that’s what you’re worried about,” Knox explains.

  Ryker runs a hand up my abdomen, over the runes between my breasts, and then caresses back down, running his fingers lightly over the lips of my pussy. Knox’s hands stroke softly up the runes on the outside of my arm and their touches have me and my magic going wild.

  “I can get condoms if you’re not sure about unprotected sex,” Ryker offers.

  “No, I was worried about babies, not you guys,” I admit.

  I sit up on my elbows a little and watch Ryker run his fingers through my wetness as he parts my lips.

  “Is it going to hurt as bad as some girls say it does?”

  Ryker’s blue eyes fill with warmth, and he gives me a sweet smile, “I hope not; I’m going to try and do everything I can so that it doesn’t.”

  I reach for his cock, run my thumb through his precum, and swirl it around his tip as I think about what I’m about to do. It twitches in my hand, and Ryker gives a low hum of approval.

  I lay back and spread my legs further in invitation.

  “Let’s find out if this is going to suck or be awesome,” I announce, and Ryker and Knox both snort out a chuckle.

  Knox leans in and kisses me slowly, tenderly. I close my eyes and get lost in the sensation of his lips and tongue sucking and coaxing me out of my nervousness. He pulls away, and I can practically taste the adoration and want on his tongue. He lays back down on his side, seemingly happy to watch Ryker claim my virginity, and he palms his cock and slowly begins to stroke it.

  Ryker kisses leisurely up my torso. He traces the runes on my sternum with his tongue as he pinches my nipples in both of his hands, and I almost come again just from that. My moans grow louder, my encouragement more forceful, as he positions the head o
f his cock at my entrance and starts to shallowly pump in and out. I stretch slowly around him as he dips inside of me more and more, and it feels different but good. I thought Knox’s fingers inside of me felt incredible, but this, feeling Ryker make his way inside of me, this could be addicting.

  He pulls his talented tongue from the runes on my chest, and our gazes lock.

  “Are you okay?”

  “More than okay,” I tell him, and pull him into a kiss.

  He thrusts deep inside of me. I tense at the slight stinging sensation, and Ryker stills. He pulls his face back and looks at me, measuring my reaction.

  “I’m good,” I reassure him.

  He stays still, deep inside of me giving me time to adjust to the feel of him. He reaches a hand down between us and sets it low on my stomach. His hand heats up, and it steals away any discomfort I’m experiencing from having him inside of me. I stare at him in awe.

  “Whoa, that’s a cool trick.”

  Ryker chuckles, and it morphs into a deep groan as he pulls out and thrusts back inside of me. I cry out my approval as his movements take on a steady rhythm. He kisses, nips, and sucks on my lips and tongue, my neck, my breasts, my runes, while steadily moving in and out of me. He feels incredible, and I’m lost to the sensations of his thrusts, tongue, and my magic flashing all over me, heightening everything to a level I never want to come down from.

  The sound of skin slapping against skin gets louder and faster, and my shouts and exclamations match it. I reach a hand out to Knox, and even his groans increase as my magic flows into him, enhancing everyone’s sensations.

  “Fuck, Vinna!” Ryker growls out, as he grinds into me slowly a couple of times before resuming that incredible faster pace.

  “I can’t last much longer with your magic doing that to me,” he admits, and I cry out and demand he keeps going when his thrusts hit a sweet spot inside of me.

  “You’re good. I’ll finish her off, just hurry up! I fucking want inside of my mate!” Knox insists.