by Katie May
“I didn’t want you here. Not at the Academy. I thought your soul would move on, finally find peace, but no. You were fucking chosen. You were chosen, the girl I’d been in love with, and I didn’t know how to fucking deal with it. Still don’t. How do I deal with the emotions I feel when I’m around you? And then I discover you chose one of my brothers over me? God, you drive me insane, Hadley. I don’t even know—”
I search his eyes, trying to find the answers to the questions I’m not willing to ask when a fierce look of resolve and determination settles over his handsome face. He stalks over to me, caging my head with his muscled arms, and crushes his mouth against mine, devouring me, until I’m unable to differentiate where he ends and I begin.
Chapter 26
Braxton
The feeling of her lips on mine is euphoric. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It makes me feel all the emotions I have been tucking safely away inside me.
“Braxton.” My name sounds like a prayer on her lips. One I intend to answer.
“Yes,” I rasp, leaning my forehead against hers. “Tell me you want me, Hadley.” My fingers fiddle with the buttons on her shirt, the desire to tear it from her body almost overwhelming.
“I want you, Brax.” Her words come out breathy against my lips.
“Fuck.” Blood floods to my cock as she trails a finger along my horn. A groan escapes me as I finally get the last button undone and she shrugs out of her shirt. With deft fingers, I unclip her black, lacy bra in one motion, freeing her perfect breasts. Her bra falls to the ground as I once again take her mouth, forcing my tongue between her lips. She groans against my mouth as my hands cup her breasts, squeezing them, plucking her plump nipples between my fingers.
Her hands tug at the hem of my shirt, her fingertips brushing my lower abdomen, sending shivers through me. I release her lips to pull my shirt off, and take a few steps back. Her gaze heats as she takes in my muscled form, starting at my chest and moving down to the bulge in my pants. My cock hardens painfully when she bites her full lower lip and slips her skirt down her legs, leaving her standing in only a tiny black lace thong.
And thigh high socks.
Fuck me.
I grip my cock in my pants and squeeze, trying to soothe the ache there before stalking back over to her. I cup the back of her head in one hand and kiss down her jawline.
“Someone might see us,” she whispers, as her fingers work on my belt.
“Dominic knows I have you. He trusts me, he won’t be coming back,” I rasp as I nuzzle into the crook of her neck before sucking on that soft skin.
She moans loudly, the tantalizing sound reverberating off the cavern walls. I suck harder, biting at her tender flesh as I slip my fingers inside her panties. I groan when I find her slit slick with her cream.
“So wet for me already, Hadley?” I growl, my voice an octave lower than it was just moments ago. “And here I thought you didn’t like me.”
My fingers slide between her wet lips and circle the needy bud inside. Her hips thrust against my hand as a wonton moan escapes her throat.
“I like you, Brax,” she croons, her fingers pulling my belt from the loops so quickly I hear a swish.
“Show me, Had. Show me how much you like me. Come for me.”
“Fuck,” she cries out, dropping my belt before wrapping her arms around my neck as I work her clit harder. My lips descend along her neck once again, and my free hand tweaks her nipple.
Her moans become high-pitched whimpers as she chases her release.
“Come for me,” I purr.
“Oh, God.”
Her breaths saw in and out of her chest, and I lean back, wanting to see her face as she crests. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes rolled back into her head.
“I’m-I’m gonna…” She cries out as a gush of arousal wets my hand, her hips thrusting against my fingers as she rides out her orgasm.
“That’s a good girl,” I croon as her fingernails dig into my neck, the pain only fueling my desire for her. “You look beautiful when you come, Hadley. Like a fucking Goddess.”
“Fuck,” she groans, her body going limp in my arms.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” I say, scooping her up in my arms. “I’m not through with your hot, little body just yet.”
Her eyes flutter open, and her lust-filled orbs gaze up at me. “Oh yeah? What do you want to do to me, Brax?”
Is-Is she teasing me?
A growl escapes my lips and I nip at her shoulder.
“Well, for starters, I’m going to taste you here.” I lightly trail my fingers over her pussy, feeling it pulsing beneath my fingertips. “Then, I’m going to thrust my cock inside you and fuck you so hard you’ll forget anything but my name as you scream it over, and over, and over.”
“Fuck,” she moans, rubbing her thighs together even as I hold her. “Do it. I want you to.”
“Gladly, but first, where to hang you…”
I smother her mouth with mine before she can respond, before she can talk herself out of what I’m going to do to her. But I won’t allow that to happen. I need this girl more than I need the wings on my back, more than I need my sword when I fight the monsters in Hell.
Her eyes are hooded, lips swollen from our kisses as I search for the perfect spot. Bending down, I scoop my belt off the ground and head over to a piece of rock jutting out from the cavern wall.
I set her on her feet and order, “Give me your hands, Hadley.”
I see concern briefly flash on her face, but she doesn’t give into her fears and instead offers me her hands.
I cross her thin wrists over one another, then bind them together with my belt. She hisses as the leather tightens against her skin, but allows me to do it. Then I pick her up, and she wraps her muscled legs around my waist and loops her bound wrists over my head, until they sit snugly against the back of my neck as I take her mouth again.
I pour my feelings into the kiss—my desire for her, my fervent lust, but also my fear of losing her again. I lost her once and that can’t happen again. She returns the kiss, nipping at my lips, until our mouths open and our tongues collide. They swirl around each other in an erotic dance, massaging and licking as I walk to the overhang.
Grinning to myself, I pull her arms off my neck and hang her from the piece of rock, then step away from her body.
She looks so fucking sexy, dangling there, her body stretched beautifully, tits out, pink nipples beaded just for me.
“Something’s missing…” I say, holding my chin in thought. I walk over to her and take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue over the hardened bud. She groans, the noises only turning me on more. Wanting to test her, I bite down, and she screams out, tossing her head back against the stone.
“Fuck,” she cries out as I let go and suckle the sore bud with my lips. With my fingertips, I trace the hollows of her hip bones. My lips move to her other nipple before I rip the tiny thong from her body, pulling a gasp from her mouth.
Then I back away from her, missing the warmth from her body. I reach up and trail my fingertips down her raised arms and down her sides, watching as her body responds, sending goosebumps along her skin, tightening her nipples even further.
“Brax,” she pleas, my name on her lips a question she’s not willing to ask.
So I’ll make her wait.
My fingers play with the button on my pants as I take a few steps back, wanting her eyes focused on nothing but me. Her thighs are wet from her release, and her pussy lips are slightly spread, revealing the glistening pink flesh inside.
Her blue eyes darken as I lower my zipper and pull my pants off my hips. I kick them to the side then repeat the process, sliding my thumbs below the waistband of my boxer briefs before slowly dragging them down my body.
She gasps when my cock springs free. Gripping my hard shaft, I slide my hand up and down the length while she watches with rapt attention.
“Brax.” My name crosses her perfect, pink lips again like a promise,
a secret only for me.
Still pumping my cock, I walk over to her, stretching my black wings out behind me to show her all that I am. I brush my hair out of my eyes, then stop in front of her and place a chaste kiss on her lips. I search her face, her eyes, watching as her chest heaves, her breasts pushing out towards me, before sinking to my knees. Holding her heated gaze I grab her legs and toss them over my shoulders.
I spread her wide, running my nose along her slit as she writhes against me.
“Please,” she whispers, and I smile against her skin.
“Good girl.” Extending my tongue, I circle her hard nub, rewarding her. She moans, her hips thrusting, pressing her pussy against my mouth. I reach up and play with her nipples, pulling and twisting them as I devour her with my tongue. I swirl around her clit and pinch her nipples. She cries out, her thighs squeezing my head. Yet still I tease, circling her pink bundle of nerves, rolling her plump nipples, squeezing her breasts. Her breaths become shallow, and a beautiful flush creeps up her chest to her neck and face.
It’s her tell.
I know she’s close. Her cries become louder, and her pussy pulses against my lips, but just before she comes, I back away.
“No! No, please. Please, Brax.”
“What do you need, Hadley?” I tease, rising to my feet.
“I need you, Brax. Take me, please. I can’t take it another second.”
I lean in and run my nose along her jaw and whisper in her ear, “I’ll give you what you want. What you so desperately desire, but you must give me one thing in return.”
I pull away from her and search her eyes.
“What can I possibly give you?” she asks, her voice growing hoarse already from her screams of pleasure. I pull her thighs apart and see her arousal dripping from her pussy.
So. Fucking. Hot.
I run my cock up and down her cunt, wetting the head, before lining up with her entrance.
“Your heart.” I grip her hips and slam my cock inside her before she can respond. She moans deeply, the seductive sound erupting from her lips. Over and over, I impale her with my entire length. I bring her knees up, curving her ass, knowing I’m hitting her g-spot every time I thrust inside her.
Her lips form into an ‘O’ as I fuck her like there’s no tomorrow. And hell, maybe there isn’t. With the Darkness making its presence known and the souls of the dead dying again, this could be my last moment, our last moment. And I’ll be damned if it isn’t the best one of her Afterlife, even if she can’t walk right for hours afterwards.
My need surges inside me, and I spread my wings to give me balance. I take her mouth once more, wanting her to taste herself on my lips. She moans as our tongues collide, swirling around in a frenzy, trying to take as much of each other as we possibly can.
Her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me, fueling my desire. My hands grip her ass, squeezing the plump cheeks in my palms as I fuck her with abandon, as if salvation itself exists between her legs.
The wet sounds of our bodies smacking against each other bounces off the walls, only making me hotter.
“Braxton.” This time, my name is the cure to her ailments, the answer to her prayers, confirming my feelings for her.
“Braxton.” My name comes out more high-pitched this time, a cry to give her what she needs, her body pleading with me to give it what she craves. I want to hear my name screamed from her mouth for the rest of my Afterlife.
My balls tighten against my body, preparing to fill her hot, wet hole with my cum.
“Braxton!” she cries out, finding her release. She tosses her head back and pushes her chest out, her hard nipples rubbing against my skin as she bounces on my cock, riding out the waves of her climax.
I roar as I come with her. My cock pulses, shooting streams of cum inside her clenching pussy. I slow my movements until we’re both spent, a sheen of perspiration coating our skin, our hair sticking to our faces.
“Brax,” she whispers between pants. “That... was... amazing.”
I smile against her lips and kiss her forehead before sliding my hands up her arms and lifting her off the rock. I sit down and place her on my lap, then unbuckle her wrists. I bring the chafed skin to my lips and plant tiny kisses all the way around them.
My mind spins with emotion. I finally got what I wanted.
Hadley.
The real Hadley. Raw and real, bared before me in the most intimate way as she placed her trust in me. My heart squeezes in my chest.
I know we can’t stay here long. The sun has more than likely set already. Creatures far worse than the ones we just defeated come out when the light leaves the sky.
But I can’t find the will inside me to let her go just yet. I curl my arms under her back and knees and cradle her against me. She nuzzles into my neck and trails a finger over my chest. We sit in silence for a few moments until I see her eyes grow tired.
“Come on, let’s get you back to your dorm.” I spin her in my lap and wrap my hands around her hips, helping her stand. She shoots a smirk at me from over her shoulder and goes to find her clothes. I find mine too, pulling on my pants and tugging my shirt over my head.
By the time I’m done, she’s wearing her skirt and buttoning up her shirt. It’s a shame to see her perfect body covered. She’s looking around the ground for something. Her eyes light up when she finds it and she spins to meet my gaze, holding up her torn panties with a smirk on her face.
“Guess I’m not wearing these back to the dorms, am I?”
I close my eyes and bite my lip, willing my cock not to grow hard again, but the thought of her walking back with nothing covering her pussy makes me rock fucking hard.
She laughs and saunters over to me, kissing me slow and steady. I reach down and pull up her skirt then give her ass a quick spank. She yelps and pulls away, still giggling.
Knowing she’s driving me wild, she makes a show of swaying her hips as she heads to the portal—the same one the Dearly Departed entered through. Then the little minx feigns spotting something on the ground and bends down to pick up the imaginary object, giving me a perfect view of her swollen pussy, red and ripe from our fucking.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I groan. “And you better not do that again, or I might have to take you on the Academy grounds where everyone can watch.”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll behave.” She tosses me a vibrant smile and holds out her hand. I return her smile and thread my fingers through hers, bringing her hand to my lips and planting a kiss on the back.
“On the count of three, we jump through.” She nods and licks her lips.
“Three!” I shout before pulling her through, causing a surprised cry to escape from her lips. I’m still laughing when we land topside. She swats my chest with the back of her hand, but a grin is still plastered on her face.
I take her hand once more and lead her through the grounds and back to the dorms, willing the wind to behave and not flash her ass to the world.
We head inside her dorm and she knocks on the door, having forgotten her key to get inside.
“Sleep tight,” I murmur, giving her a kiss. As the old woman opens the door to let her in, I drop her hand and walk down the hall.
“You have sex hair,” I hear her accuse Hadley, and I have to stifle a laugh as I head back to my dorm. I couldn’t be any happier. Tonight, I’ll get to sleep with the taste of my girl on my lips and the smell of her on my body as I recall her screaming my name.
Chapter 27
Hadley
I’m either the worst fucking person in the world…
Or the luckiest.
Honestly, the verdict’s still out on that one.
In the past couple of weeks, I have slept with two guys and developed feelings for at least four. Who does that?
And for the four guys to be brothers? Fate hates me. Epically.
Even though we haven’t known each other long, I like them. A lot. I care for all four of them equally, and I can’t choose
between them. They’re a storm I want to strip naked for and dance in, the intensity of my feelings for them almost staggering.
I can’t even look at myself in the mirror, my stomach a tumultuous mixture of dread and lust. I hate that the sex I shared with both Braxton and Preston is tainted by my guilt. Does Preston think I’m his girlfriend? Fuck. What if he dumps me?
I won’t blame him. If he reveals to me that he’s fucking another girl...I’ll be jealous. And hurt. Which is probably how Preston will feel when I confess the truth.
I’m an awful human being.
What makes me feel even shittier is the fact that I knew they were brothers, and I knew there was animosity between them. Their ties were precarious, thin enough to cut with a dull knife. One would think their shared death—still unknown to me—would have forged a bond made of steel, but it apparently had the opposite effect. They can barely look at each other without frowns and furrowed brows, much less partake in a civilized conversation.
And when they discover the truth about me? The fact that I have feelings for all four of them and refuse to pick between them? They’ll hate each other even more…and me. I don’t want to think about that, but I know it’s true. I can feel it like an ice cube sitting on my skin, just waiting to melt.
But being with both Preston and Braxton, two entirely different guys…
They say you get fireworks when you’re with the man (or men) of your dreams, and I truly believe the metaphysical “they” are right. It exploded in my veins and stomach, a mirage of colors erupting behind my closed eyelids. White-hot pleasure cascaded through me.
Fuck.
Add Braxton’s bombshell of a confession, I’m more confused than ever. If what he said was true, then that means the four of them were watching me, loving me, long before I knew of their existence.
I don’t know how the fuck to feel about that. A part of me wants to be angry, livid, furious, and annoyed. Not one of them has bothered to tell me in the weeks I’ve been here. Instead, they played me for an idiot. How much did they see? How much do they know?