by Toni Aleo
Smacking her hand away, I take her by her thighs, directing her so that her pussy hovers over my mouth as her body aligns with mine, my cock circling her mouth as her hands grip my thighs. Grabbing her by her ass, I bring her down, her lower lips opening perfectly for me as I devour her. Taking her whole into my mouth, I run my tongue up and down her lips, meeting her clit as she shakes above me. Meanwhile, my cock is so far down her throat, it takes everything for me to be able to remember that I’m pleasing her too.
Everything nerve ending is shooting off, and my toes are curling as she blows my mind, sucking me and playing with my balls as I fuck her mouth. I want to come. So fucking bad, but I want to do it in her, and I also want her to come first. I feel it building; her body is taut, her legs are shaking, and with every suck is a pause so she can cry out my name.
“Fuck,” she cries, her lips at the tip of my cock, making me jump from the sensation, as my tongue presses to her clit.
When I bury my face in her pussy, she cries out, and I know she is there. I hold her still, and my cock goes deep into her throat as I suck her clit into my mouth, biting it ever so softly. She shatters against my mouth, choking on my cock as she comes with the force of a tsunami. She gasps for breath, and my cock falls out of her mouth as I slowly lick her, kissing her thighs before placing her down on the bed and covering her body with mine.
“That was so damn wrong,” she says against my lips as I push myself into her with one thrust. Taking her by the back of her knees, I press her legs back farther, needing to be deeper as she cries out, “But so fucking good.”
I grin against her lips, pushing to the hilt as my toes curl against my sheets. “It was,” I agree, moving out and then pushing back into her with more force than needed, but I can’t help it. I’m about to lose it.
But fuck, I forgot a condom.
Groaning, I let my head fall to her chest as I shake my head, gasping for breath. “What?” she asks, confused, and I look up at her, my chin digging into her chest.
“I need a condom, but I don’t want one. You feel so fucking good.”
She grins, moving a stray piece of hair out of my eyes. “It does.”
Watching her, I throb inside of her. And I swear, I just fell for her all over again. Her face is pink, her freckles almost disappearing because of how flushed she is. Her eyes are so dark, her lids hooded as she gasps for breath. I don’t want this ever to end. “I should put a child in you.”
Why did I say that?
Her grin drops, her eyes widen, and I can’t believe I said that. That was the stupidest thing I ever could have said, but yet, I want to. “Then he won’t want to marry you.”
“Yeah, but your da will kill it.”
“I’ll kill him before he could,” I promise, and her eyes soften as she watches me. I’m not sure what she is thinking, but both of us know it can’t happen.
“I can’t stop you. I’m kind of in a compromising position.”
I chuckle, kissing the side of her breast before sitting up. “True, but I wouldn’t ruin you like that.”
Letting her go, I remove myself from her body as I reach into my nightstand. “You keep saying you’ll ruin me but, Osh, I’ve never been happier than I am with you.”
Swallowing hard, I nod as I sit back, her legs still around my waist as I sheath myself. “That’s when we are together, though. When we are apart, the world is against us,” I say before reentering her, taking her knees like I had her before and pressing them back.
“Fuck the world,” she groans, and I couldn’t agree more.
Soon, I’m moving in and out of her, each thrust more demanding as she holds on, a sweet little whimper leaving her lips with each thrust. I love how perfect her body looks. All flushed, marked with my love bites, and her fingers digging into my forearms. I don’t want this to end, I don’t want to come, but soon, her body is squeezing mine so impeccably that I can’t stop it. I’m hissing her name as I come hard, my body jerking against hers.
Arching up, her body squeezes mine as she cries out, another orgasm racking her. Throbbing inside of her, I collapse on her, nuzzling my nose into her neck as I fall to the side so I don’t squish her too much. Our breathing is erratic, and the feel of her heart beating against my chest is something I never want to forget. Or the fact that she burns against me. Closing my eyes, I nuzzle closer, kissing her collarbone and then her neck once more as she cuddles against me, her arms holding me close as I squeeze her against me.
In our final post-sex hug.
My eyes burn while I hold her, as the thoughts of never being touched by her again shatter me. Fucking Marcello Kerrigan will hold her after sex for the rest of her life. He’ll kiss her collarbone because it’s fucking kissable. He’ll come hard inside of her without a fucking condom and make a child. He’ll get to wake up to her every morning and feel her mouth anytime he wants. All while I’m fucking miserable.
Without her.
“Oceanus, I meant what I said.” Pulling back, I meet her gaze. Her eyes are sad once more, filling with tears. “I’m not his yet.”
Holding her gaze, I know what she is implying, and I want to jump at the notion that we can be together until the moment she is his, but I’m scared. Again, another emotion I haven’t felt ever in my life. “I know that, my love, but you will be. And every time I’m with you, see you, I fall even more.”
She nods slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “So do I, but I don’t think it matters if we’re apart or together. I’ll always love you, and I’ll never love Marcello.”
His name is vile to me, and I don’t even want to hear it on her lips. “Don’t say his name.”
Holding my face, she runs her thumbs along my cheek. “I don’t ever want to say it. I only want to say yours.”
“I know,” I whisper, my lips moving against hers. Silence falls between us, just the sounds of our breathing audible along with the beat of her heart against my chest.
Moving her nose along mine, she nuzzles my nose and then whispers, “I’m yours, Osh. Always.”
My lips tip up as I kiss her softly, my eyes opening as we part. “And I’m yours.”
“Don’t make me leave.”
“Like I could if I wanted to.”
“I mean, like, ever. I promise I won’t touch him or allow him to touch me up until the moment I marry him. Just be with me until then.”
I swallow hard. “Don’t you think that is naïve of us? Don’t you think it will hurt more?”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna suck either way. At least, this way, we can get as much as we want of each other before we can’t see each other ever again.”
Pulling back, I hold her hopeful gaze. “I won’t be the other guy. If you’re with me, you’re with me.”
“I know, same for you. He isn’t even coming to New York till a week before the wedding. They want me to go out there, but I won’t. I promise.”
I know that I’m not being smart here, but I can’t help it. I’m irresponsibly in love with her. “Okay.”
“I love you, Oceanus,” she declares before pressing her lips to mine. As she pulls away, her eyes are so full of hope and ever so full of love. I want to be elated, I want to feel right about this, but I know I’m in big trouble.
For when this ends, it’s going to kill me.
I can still feel her on me, and I hope I never lose that feeling.
I yearn for it.
Clearing my throat, I know the last thing I want to do is go down to the Clandestine and sit, watching my sister as she works, but it’s my night to do so. I’d much rather stay in my room with Taegan, but even she had to leave, and the thoughts in my head are going to drive me crazy. Thoughts of her seeing him, the dog. Meeting with him, talking to him… It makes me shake with jealousy. I know he is not in town; he won’t be until the week of the wedding. Which is another thing. Neither of us knows when it will happen.
When our relationship will really be over.
As I walk toward the bar, I
consider leaving it all and chancing a getaway. I can protect her. I know I can. But would we even be able to live a good life? Will she be happy, always on the run? Even if it is with me? And what if my father finds her? Or whomever he sends to find us. Am I selfish enough to allow her to be killed because I want her? Because I don’t want anyone else with her? The thoughts are consuming me, and I feel the emotion clogging my throat. I just don’t know what to do other than enjoy the time I have with her.
The only problem is I know that’s not enough time with her.
I need more.
Swallowing hard, I enter the Clandestine. Our family bar mirrors an old speakeasy; this one just has a lot of monsters in it. Tucking my hands in my pockets, I head to the bar where I see my sister working, serving drinks and smiling at people. A spark of pride burns in my chest as I watch her. She should be scared, she shouldn’t want to work with the threat of the fucking shifters, but not my sister. She’s grinning and enjoying her shift.
I sure as hell don’t miss the way she smiles at the new vampire either. He isn’t paying attention to her, busy loading the ice chest, but she’s looked at his ass twice since I’ve been watching her. Glaring at him, despite the fact I don’t know him, I head to where JJ is sitting, just as Rebekah turns. That’s when I see that one side of her face is completely swollen and burning red.
“My God, Rebekah,” I gasp as I go around the bar, taking her shoulders in my hands, panic filling every part of me. “What happened to your face? Are you okay?”
Clearing her throat, she holds her hands up, to calm me, I’m sure. “I’m fine. It was Father.”
My face twists in confusion as my voice rises a bit. “He hit you?”
I swear if he did, I’ll kill him with my bare hands, limb by limb. But just as quickly as the thought comes, my baby sister is shaking her head.
“No, not at all. He messed with my eye, and I think the stuff he injected it with made it swell.”
I should have known that was it. As much as I hate that I went straight to violence, I know why. He wants to kill my love, and that thought in and of itself murders any hope of being with Taegan outside of my bedroom. Realizing Rebekah is watching me, I slowly nod my head before letting her go and heading for JJ, but then she stops me.
“But are you okay?”
I swallow hard, shrugging my shoulders. I hope she hasn’t heard about Taegan. But if she hasn’t, I’m not unloading my issues on her. I refuse to. “Okay? Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“No reason, just making sure,” she says, diverting her gaze and walking around me to go back to work. I don’t know what she knows, and I don’t want to know. My sister is too young to deal with my problems, especially when she has her own problems.
And boy, does she have enough.
Sitting down beside JJ, I pull in a breath and grab the beer that is in front of him before draining it. The cool, bitter liquid is a must.
“Please, help yourself,” he says, and I smile as I set the glass down.
“You don’t drink,” I say, and he smiles, shrugging his shoulders.
“Maybe I got it for you.”
“Figured you did,” I say, smiling a thanks as the other bartender, a very sexy vampire named Alena, comes to refill my glass. I smile at her, and she grins back before heading back to work. She’s been working the bar for as long as I can remember. Looking around, I realize it’s sort of dead in here. “Quiet night?”
“So far. I don’t like that vampire, though.”
I look to where JJ is glaring, and then he yells, “Rebekah!”
The vampire was reaching for Rebekah’s face, but at JJ’s voice, he drops his hand, and they both look back at us. The vampire looks normal enough, but I’m sure there is a reason JJ hates him.
With a disgruntled look, Rebekah snaps, “What?”
JJ doesn’t even answer her; he just waves her away. Then, in turn, she takes a wide step back. Laughing, I look back at JJ. “Dude, let her have some fun.”
JJ shakes his head, though. “No. That boy is trouble, and I don’t trust him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I have a gut feeling.”
“Ah, those gut feelings,” I tease, and he scoffs before looking over at me.
“How are you, my boy?”
I shrug. “I’m alive.”
“Have you seen her?”
“Yeah. Last night,” I say, leaving out the details that my pseudofather doesn’t need to know.
JJ nods. “How’d that go?”
“Some bad, some good. I just don’t know what to do. She wants to keep seeing each other until the wedding,” I admit, and when I meet JJ’s concerned gaze, I know he’s thinking what I am. It’s a bad idea. But I can’t quit her. I just can’t.
“Don’t know if that is a sound choice, Osh.”
“I know, but I love her,” I admit, and JJ nods, visibly mulling over my predicament. JJ has always been like a second father to us. He has been a part of this family since before I was born. He protected my father and killed for him. Then when we were born, he was to protect us and he did, while also helping to raise us. He cleaned plenty of my wounds. Talked about the birds and bees with me and taught me to fight. He’s a good man; though, he can be a little suffocating.
“You’re playing with fire, Oceanus.”
“I know. But what can I do?”
“Let her go.”
“I can’t.”
He shakes his head. “But you’ll have to when she marries that guy.”
“I know, but I should have at least a couple more months before that happens. Gives us time to say good-bye.”
He scoffs. “You’re going to be a mess.”
“I already am.”
He glances over at me. “I wish things were different.”
“Me too.”
“She’s a good girl.”
“She is,” I agree just as I notice my sister giggling. “So, who is this guy?”
JJ glares. “Killian leFevre.”
“What’s his deal? Where did he come from?”
“No one knows,” JJ says. “Pretty sure he is up to something. He zoned right in on her, and, yes, Rebekah is a beautiful girl, but it is almost like he was sent for her.”
“You think?” I ask, watching them, and JJ nods.
“Yeah. I’m on red alert with that guy.”
I make a noncommittal noise as I lean back, nursing my beer. For the next couple hours, I watch with JJ as Rebekah, Alena, and Killian all work. The bar gets incredibly busy, and when that happens, no one really speaks to each other, only to relay things they need. Meanwhile, I’m drinking, trying so hard not to think of Taegan.
But then JJ speaks up. “I know you don’t want to hear this.”
I look over to him, and he’s watching me. “This must not be good.”
JJ grins ruefully. “While I know you think she completes you, you’ll find someone else. I know you will.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I want her.”
“Now, you do. But that will change. Don’t worry.”
Still, I shake my head. “No, it won’t. Have you ever been in love, JJ?”
Leaning back in his seat, he laughs. “When in the world do I have time to fall for anyone, boy?”
I shrug. “So that’s a no.”
“It’s a no. I don’t have time, nor have I ever. I had puppy love when I was a teenager, but I don’t feel it was real love.”
“See, I have loved Taegan since I was sixteen. I loved her all through school, and even when she was gone to her homeland. When we got together, I knew I wouldn’t love anyone else. I’ve had this master plan to take over, change the rules, and marry her, but my father…” I trail off because just saying that is enough.
JJ knows how Father is.
“He forbade it, like he does everything else,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, Oceanus, your time is coming.”
I swallow hard, looking at the top of the bar. �
�But will it come before Taegan marries?”
Glancing up, I meet his concerned gaze as he slowly shrugs. “That I can’t answer, my boy.”
Before I can say anything else, though, out of the corner of my eye, I see a familiar face. A face I know well, one I grew up with. The face of someone who used to be a close friend but is now an enemy. As I stand, my head whipping in the newcomer’s direction, JJ asks, “Is that Thomas Kelley?”
“Yes, it is,” I growl as I stalk toward him, watching as he speaks to my sister. She is none the wiser as I lean against the bar beside him. “A Kelley, in the Clandestine? That is odd, I’d say.”
I see Rebekah go white as my old friend grins up at me mockingly. Sometimes, I miss the friendship I had with Thomas. We were close, two peas in a pod, but when his father became very sick, he begged me for the formula from my father. I tried to get it for him, but when I couldn’t, Thomas tried to fight me. I figured it was just an emotional response; he was worried for his father. But then Thomas completely stopped talking to me and dragged my name through the mud. Calling me a piece of shit and a liar. I could deal with my name being run through the mud, but I cannot deal with my sister’s life being threatened, and Thomas has done all the threatening. I haven’t spoken to him in years until this moment, and I don’t know the person looking back at me.
Thomas shrugs, his eyes wicked as JJ comes beside me. “Ah, Oceanus, don’t be like that. I thought this club was for everyone in the Works.”
“It usually is, Thomas. But you see, that was before your family threatened the life of my sister.”
Thomas’s face fills with confusion. “Blasphemy. We would never hurt the Princess von Stein.”
“That’s not what we were told,” JJ says sternly. “And because of that, we’d ask you to leave, please.”
Before I can agree and haul his ass out, another voice comes from the left. “Now, boys, can’t we play nice?”