Lissa Kasey - Dominion 3 - Conviction

by Lissa Kasey

“Mhmm.”

  Exploring the whole breadth of it had him writhing beneath me. I watched his body tighten and gripped him to deliver strokes in time to the play I gave him. The way that thick flesh slid over his head and back again was erotic enough to nearly make me come. Damn, what was I missing out on?

  The sound of the slick flesh, moving smoothly with the help of his precum and my spit, made me want to jump him. He growled at me when I eased back just before I was sure he would come.

  “I think we should come together this time.”

  “Then you best get up here.”

  “I won’t last long.” Shimmying out of my pajamas in a hurry, I hoped this was really going to happen. I crawled up beside him, and he turned toward me, pulling me tight against his warm flesh, pressing us together. Surprisingly, he kissed me, tongue delving deep as he wrapped one hand around both of us. I’d never noticed how large his hands were before. Now the feel of them on me made my cock leak precum and twitch with wanting.

  We broke away from the kiss, both panting and thrusting against each other. The friction built up fast, like a geyser getting ready to bust. His chest felt so hot against mine. His short hairs making my nipples hard and dick like stone.

  His free hand yanked my hips against his, hard enough to hurt, but it added to the grinding friction. He gripped one of my ass cheeks to press us together.

  “Jamie—”

  Our precum mixed and helped lube the way between us. He finally let us go, grabbed my other butt cheek, and mashed our bodies together. I writhed against him, feeling the pleasure well up and spurt between us, like some kind of liquid fire. He gasped and shot too, still humping me and pressing us together.

  Finally we lay in the sticky warmth of each other, both breathing like we’d run a marathon, arms and legs tangled, but relaxed. “You really have done this sort of thing before, haven’t you?” I mumbled against Jamie’s chest.

  “Long time ago. College.” He paused, then said, “The first time around.”

  “I’m the jealous type. Don’t tell me.”

  Jamie laughed, which made me hard again.

  “Jeez.” How that little sound could make me hard so fast was unbelievable.

  “Youth.”

  “Not up for another round, old man?”

  “Not right now. Maybe later.” He put some space between us and glared at the drying cum. “I haven’t come that hard in years.”

  “Blue balls.”

  “I hardly think they’re blue.”

  “Not anymore.” I winked at him and rolled over to my side of the bed to grab the blankets. “Nap with me.”

  Jamie sighed but wrapped himself around me. “You’re sure Sei and Gabe are all right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay.” And we both went back to sleep.

  Chapter Fifteen

  WAKING up with him again was a lot like paradise. But the warmth of the room had me sweltering. I looked up and realized the light in the bathroom was on. Did we have power?

  “Jamie?” I nudged him. “Hey.” The room was warm too, like the heat was working. Maybe the storm had stopped. A glance out the window brought the realization that it was daytime, and just like most days, the storm would lessen during the day and grow worse at night.

  Jamie finally roused beside me. “It’s hot in here,” he grumbled, not opening his eyes.

  “The power is back on.”

  That got him to wake up. He glanced at the side table, rolled over, and reached to flick on the light. When it worked, we both nearly leapt from the bed in the direction of the bathroom.

  “Share a shower?” I asked him.

  “No, we need food. You go first. I’ll go find out what’s going on downstairs.”

  I tried not to show my disappointment and bent over to turn the water in the tub on to test for warmth. By the time the temperature was right and I pulled the lever for the shower, I realized Jamie hadn’t left yet.

  “Invitation is still open,” I told him and wiggled my bare ass for his benefit.

  He groaned but left the bathroom. I watched him hopping into his jeans while I stepped under the warm spray and tugged the curtain closed. After the door to the room had opened and closed, I jerked off to the memory of this morning’s escapade, unable to keep the smile off my face.

  The happy feeling that almost made my feet float lasted until I’d gotten to the kitchen to find Jamie and food. Cat was all over him, feeding him bits of a cut up apple. Didn’t he get that he should be wary of everyone? Someone had poisoned Seiran. Maybe they were after all of us. I guess our one little interlude didn’t make us a couple. He could at least act like I hadn’t been an “only option” moment.

  I stomped across the room, grabbed a spare bowl and an unopened box of cereal that sat on the counter. Jamie shot me a raised-brow look while I poured myself a bowl and began eating it without milk. The jug was open and half full. What if someone put something in that?

  “Did you or Con get sick at all last night, Cat?” I asked curiously.

  “No, why? Are you not feeling well?” She stepped back, putting some distance between herself and Jamie. “Are you coming downwith something?”

  “What was for dinner last night?”

  “We had vegetable stew with pasta salad. The cook made it.”

  Jamie seemed to catch on. “Did Seiran eat that too?”

  “Both he and his friendwere down for dinner, yes.”

  I ignored her comment about Gabe, wondering if she had a problem with vampires or homosexuals, which made me think she might not like Con much either. “Who brought him food?”

  “We all ate at the table in the main dining hall. The food was already out.” She looked between Jamie and me, then cut another piece of apple for him. I chewed on the dry cereal and tried to focus on the issue at hand rather than my irritation.

  Cat dropped a piece, and Jamie scooped it up and fed it to her. Her tongue lashed out to lick his fingers. His deep chuckle said he wasn’t upset about it.

  I growled at him, grabbed the box of cereal, and headed back to our room. So much for a good morning, though it was almost noon.

  Mrs. Gossner stopped me on the stairs with a hand on my arm. “I haven’t seen the little one yet. Is he coming down for breakfast?”

  “No. He’s not feeling well, so he’s getting some sleep. I’m going to bring him some cereal, though.” I held up the box still in my grasp. “We’ll make sure he eats.”

  Her smile was tight, but she nodded. “Do you want me to send up some milk? Now that the generators are running we can use the fridge again. I don’t think any of it spoiled.”

  I didn’t want to touch anything that was open, but telling her that would be rude. “Nah, it will just sour his stomach. He’ll probably be fine later anyway. What time is dinner?”

  “Six, in the main dining hall.” “We’ll be there.” I nodded to her and continued up the stairs.

  Constantine waited outside my room. I couldn’t contain my sigh, but maybe if we just rehashed some shit he’d get the point and leave me alone. I opened the door to my room and held it for Con. His eyes widened, but he followed me inside. Not like he had a chance to beat me up unless he had chloroform in his pocket. Three years of martial arts training could do wonders for a man’s self-confidence.

  I grabbed a handful of the cereal and handed it to him. He took it and munched absently. With the door closed, he seemed nervous. “We heard that you left yesterday.”

  “Just forgot something at the cabin. No biggie.”

  “The gym bunny followed you. Are you a couple?”

  “He’s all over your sister right now. You tell me.” I put the cereal box down and shuffled through my things for a magazine I hadn’t read. Maybe the storm really was over, and we could just wait for rescue. I certainly wasn’t a super sleuth and wanted to just go home. We’d file a police report, tell them about the rangers who were dead and the attempted poisoning, maybe even the sabotage of the snowmobiles.

/>   Con crossed the room and sat beside me on the bed. “So why can’t we try again? We were good together. I felt like a real person when I was with you.”

  Yeah, I remembered that about Con. He had sometimes been sweet but almost always manipulative.

  We’d spent most of the weekend in the woods, mostly naked, pretending to be wild men and fucking as much as we could. The last day, I stood in waist-high water, bathing and fishing all at once. Con wore shorts and bent over the fire near our campsite, coaxing the coals to flare back to life. The dragon tattoo had color now and made him look so hot in the midday light.

  “You going to catch anything or stare all day?”

  I felt my face flush and looked back into the water. Curious fish darted around me, some large enough to feed us both. Staying still was key. Their big mouths would dart up for air, and if they were close enough, I could grab one or two.

  Movement on the shore brought my attention up. Con peered into the woods, and a moment later his dad stepped through the shrubbery. We were on their land, but there were acres of it. I wondered how he found us. He and Con exchanged a few words, then he turned around and left the area. The stiffness of Con’s shoulders made me think that something had gone wrong. Maybe something had happened to his mom.

  I waded toward the shore, thinking we’d get through it, whatever it was. We had each other. “Everything okay?”

  He turned back my way and gave me a tight smile. “We should head back.”

  “Okay. Give me a few to pack everything up.” I tugged on my shorts and a shirt and stuffed everything in my bag. He doused the fire and tied his bundle of things before we headed into the heavy woods.

  The tension ate at me the whole way. He said nothing, didn’t even look at me, just hiked a few feet ahead. My heart raced in fear. Had his family found out about us? We already snuck around a lot. I couldn’t imagine having to take further steps to hide from them.

  “Con? Talk to me, please.”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “Did they find out about us?”

  “I said it’s nothing.”

  “Maybe it’s a good thing. We don’t have to hide anymore.

  That would be great, right?”

  He stopped, swung around, and snarled at me, “It’s none

  of your fucking business.”

  I couldn’t keep from flinching. “What the hell is wrong

  with you? I just want to help.”

  “You’re what’s wrong with me. I’m tired of toting your

  queer ass around, pretending to like all that shit. I’m done

  with you.” He whipped back around and stomped down the

  trail toward home.

  Stunned was hardly the right word for what I felt in that

  moment. Broken, maybe. Confused. Lost. And numb. We’d

  done so much together. Stopped using condoms months ago,

  spent endless days together, and he said he loved me a

  thousand times. Yet it all just felt like white noise, distant,

  unapproachable, and empty.

  I don’t know how long it took me to get back to the house,

  but I didn’t bother going to the door. After throwing everything

  in my car, I hopped in and turned the key. The hum ran

  through my bones like a jackhammer. I backed out of the

  drive, and the tears didn’t start until I pulled into the

  driveway of my parents’ home.

  My mom sat on the porch looking sad. She patted the

  swing seat next to her, and I all but fell beside her, letting my

  tears wet her shoulder. So this is what everyone meant about the doomed first love. His words rolled over and over in my

  head, while every bit of me kept saying, “But I love him.” “Did he tell you?” my mother asked softly.

  “He said he’s not gay and doesn’t want me.” I fought

  back the tears now, dragging my T-shirt bottom across my

  face and cursing myself for the weakness.

  “Ann is pregnant.”

  The words made it hard to breathe. Pregnant? He’d said

  he was just pretending with her, keeping up appearances.

  Hell, obviously he didn’t care much for protected sex. God, I

  felt so empty and betrayed. My mom rubbed my back like she

  knew, and maybe she did. I damned myself for being so

  blind, but he wouldn’t win. He wouldn’t destroy me. I was

  stronger than that.

  And I had been. Years of martial arts training, countless

  meaningless relationships, and pulling away from the world

  kept the hurt out. Until Brock introduced me to Seiran.

  Seiran, whose smile was honest and trust so hard won. We

  were two of a kind, he and I. And we weren’t defeated. Con rubbed my back like he had so many years ago.

  The betrayal still stung more than I thought it would have.

  I’d tested every two months after our relationship ended,

  fearing what he could have given me. Any encounters I

  initiated were practiced with a high level of caution. It’d been

  three years, I told myself; he had no power over me anymore.

  The ache in my chest now was all about Jamie, and that was

  so much different than what I felt for Con.

  That day when Jamie was shot and Sei taken, I thought

  I would die. The world had become this dizzying spiral that

  threatened to pull me down into madness. And those days that I searched for Sei, I’d bordered on it. Jamie, barely breathing and stuck in a hospital bed, begged me to find Sei. His heartbreak had been mine, and I did all I could to bring

  our little brother home.

  I closed my eyes and realized it was really true. Sei was

  the brother of my heart. Jamie meant more to me than he

  should. And that feeling that had been infatuation for Con so

  long ago had vanished.

  “Don’t you want to try again?”

  Was he for real? “You hit on Seiran! You haven’t

  changed at all from the whoring bastard you were when we

  were teens.”

  “I was lonely. He’s attractive. I think everyone has heard

  rumors about how easy he is. I didn’t know you were here.” Excuses. Always. “Seiran and Gabe are exclusive. And

  I’m not looking to relive the hell of high school, thanks. I’d

  hate for you to have to tote my queer ass around.” I pulled

  away from him and threw myself into the chair. Then

  something else occurred to me. “You’re Dominion, right? You

  and your sister. Have either of you tested?”

  “Males don’t test. Cat has. She’sa three.”

  “I tested. Seiran tested. We’re both level five. He’s earth,

  I’m water. What element are you?”

  “Air. Just like eighty percent of all Dominion families.

  Ordinary, dull, weak, air.” He sounded more than a little

  bitter.

  “Air can do some pretty heavy damage when combined

  with water.” I gestured to the window and the snow piled up

  outside. “Like create a blizzard.”

  “I can barely make the wind blow. Cat could probably

  push around some clouds, but we’ve had three days of this

  blizzard. Neither of us have that kind of power.”

  Their whole relationship was a mystery to me. I knew

  why Jamie traveled with Gabe and Seiran. Most families

  weren’t as close as they were. Even if Sei tried to deny it.

  “Why are you here with your sister?”

  He shrugged and looked around the room as if it

  interested him. “She broke up with her boyfriend. I thought

  the trip would get her mind off him. He was bad for her

 
anyway. A cop. So always away and kind of a rough sort of

  guy. My aunt and uncle said we could stay as long as we

  wanted for free.”

  “Aunt and uncle?”

  “The Gossners.”

  “Are they Dominion?” I hadn’t sensed any power from

  either of them, but if they weren’t water, I wasn’t likely to.

  They’d both been pretty nice to all of us, and I was becoming

  a paranoid bastard.

  “No. Hans is my mom’s brother. He married a nonDominion girl.”

  And that meant he was no longer Dominion, since he

  hadn’t done his duty to bear a Dominion child. The laws

  were so messed up sometimes. Jamie was in the same

  predicament. If he married a nonDominion girl he would

  have a hard time doing anything with his very Dominion

  focused brother and sister. I didn’t want him to marry any

  girl at all.

  “We could be good. Cat is happy around your friend.

  When she’s happy she doesn’t cling to me so much. You and

  I can try again.”

  I got up and walked toward the window. How many

  years had my heart ached for him? How many scenarios had

  I thought of to get him back? And for what? To be some

  secret lover in a long line? “What happened to your baby?

  The one Ann was going to have?”

  “It was a boy,” he said quietly. “She aborted as soon as

  she found out.”

  Damn Dominion laws. “I’m sorry.”

  He didn’t rise from his spot on the bed. I leaned against

  the wall.

  “It’s been a few years, so it doesn’t hurt as much. I will

  probably never have children now. Catherine doesn’t want

  any, despite what our parents say. So I can’t even live

  through her babies.”

  Having discovered my homosexuality in my teen years,

  I’d had time to accept I wouldn’t have children. And not

  being a part of one of the top families in the water

  aristocracy meant that I wouldn’t be forced to have them

  since I had sisters. Though I wondered if that would change

  now that I had tested as a level five. “I’m sorry. Seiran is

  having a baby through a surrogate. I’ll be happy if he lets me