Aurora’s Betrayal Page 11

  His smile is blinding, and the darkness in his eyes disappears. “What’s your favorite flower?”

  I laugh as I sit back, done with all the deep, emotional talk of the day. “Corny, I know, but roses.”

  He grabs my hand again. “Classic. Would you rather be an animal for the day or a man?”

  I laugh again. I needed this. We sit side by side for hours, laughing and joking, sharing our lives and our dreams.

  He holds my hand the whole time.

  30

  Aurora

  Later, I lay in bed, my thoughts running wild.

  I ordered the others to bed hours ago. I should be doing the same, but my mind won’t let me. Mikael eventually fell asleep, and I slipped out so he could rest.

  I ran into Alex in the hallway. He didn’t say anything. With a knowing look in his eyes, he walked me to a door and kissed my forehead before bidding me goodnight. The new room isn’t like the one I stayed in when I was in a coma. I think no one wants me to sleep in there. Instead, it offers a double-bed and an en-suite.

  This house is huge. I’ll have to remember to thank the healer for letting us take over his home. Wherever he is. Alex mentioned he tends to keep to himself. They only see him once a day when he comes to check on me and Mikael.

  The door creaks open, and I bolt upright, squinting to make out the figure who hesitates in the doorway.

  I allow my power to trickle through the room until I can identify the intruder. “Ezra?”

  He steps in, shuts the door behind him, then stops again.

  “Giant, is everything okay?” I ask softly.

  As he walks over to me, the moonlight streaming through the curtain reveals him to me. He stands over the bed with the most vulnerable look I’ve ever never seen in his eyes.

  “Baby, can I—” He glances away and swallows before looking back at me. “Can I hold you?”

  Nerves fill his soft voice.

  A giant chunk of the wall left around my heart shatters at his hesitant words. I scooch over and lift the covers. He sighs and crawls in beside me. Covering him up, I lay down on my side facing him, and he turns on his side so we’re inches apart.

  “You okay?” I ask softly.

  He nods.

  I frown. I can feel that he’s not. I reach forward, the moonlight allowing me to see him, and cup his jaw.

  He closes his eyes.

  I gently stroke his cheekbone. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

  “I know. I’m not used to sharing.” He opens his eyes and looks at me. “I meant what I said earlier. I missed you so much. I need to hold you tonight. I need to know you’re really here.”

  A smile stretches across my face. He might look scary, but underneath, he’s all mush. My gentle giant.

  “Okay.” I kiss his cheek, then turn on my other side.

  He moves closer so his body runs along my back and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me until I’m flush back against him. He gently pushes his other arm under my head like a pillow. His heat seeps in, and I lay there blissfully happy. Safe in his arms. He really is like a teddy bear with a smile.

  “Night baby,” he whispers against my head and kisses the back of it.

  “Night, teddy,” I whisper back and cuddle down into him.

  Something hard pushes against my ass. Without thinking, I move, pressing back into it. I stop, still half asleep. My nightgown is pushed up, a warm hand cupping my unbound breast. My legs twist with theirs, and it’s clear they’re happy to be there.

  I think back and remember Ezra sneaking into my room last night.

  I try to nod off again, but his hand tightens on my breast, causing me to bite my lip to hold in a moan. We’ve been flirting the edge for a while, and my body is warm and needy, throbbing. I push back again. I swear it’s on accident.

  He groans behind me and grinds into my ass. It causes my nipples to pebble and my breathing speeds up. My panties are already damp with my need for him, and I try and twist my legs around to relieve the pressure. He grabs me tighter and grinds again.

  This time, a moan slips out. He stops, and his deep breathing picks up as he wakes up.

  “Baby?” he whispers, gruffly.

  I swallow. “Yeah,” My voice comes out soft and velvety with lust.

  “What—” he stops and inhales when he realizes where his hand is.

  He pulls it back, slowly grazing my nipple as he does.

  I can’t help the little sound that escapes me. He stops with his hand halfway up my shirt.

  “Ezra—” I don’t even get time to say anything before his large, warm hand strokes down my belly.

  He buries his head in the back of my neck. “Tell me no, baby, and I’ll stop.”

  Is he crazy? Lust fogs my thoughts, and all I want is my gentle giant. I want to break that shell he surrounds himself with and lose control. Maybe I’m a little crazy.

  His hand slips lower, playing with the edge of my panties. “I mean it, baby.”

  I don’t say anything but push my ass back on him again. He growls and nips along my neck. I move against him, needing friction. He pushes my legs apart and presses his thigh tight up against me. I moan and rub against him.

  “Jesus, baby, if you don’t stop—” It ends on a groan as I rub myself against his thigh again, my ass rubbing his hard-on. He bites my neck harder, and I close my eyes in bliss.

  He flips me to lay on my back, panting with need beneath him. He hovers over me without touching. I look into his eyes, now darkened with need, his pupils blown. I lick my lips and he growls.

  He slams his lips against mine, the kiss rough and hard and everything I need to remind me I’m alive. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me. He falls on me, and I part my legs so he lands between them.

  He breaks the kiss, his breathing labored. “Tell me to leave, baby, and I will.”

  I stop and look at him. “You don’t want me?”

  With a smug smile, he growls, “Of course, I want you. You’re all I think about. Every time you give that smile to me, I get hard. The first time I kissed you, I knew I was gone. I’ve been imagining this since I met you, but I don’t want to rush you.”

  I smile at his sweet, gruff words, the evidence of his desire between my legs. I lean up and whisper at his lips. “I’m not a child, Ezra. I know what I want. I’m not afraid to tell you. I wanted you, too, and right now I need you inside me, fucking me until I scream. I want to watch you break apart between my legs—”

  I don’t get to finish before he slams his lips back down on mine.

  He nips my lower lip, then sucks it better. I let my hands roam, happy to discover he’s not wearing a shirt. I must have been half asleep last night not to realize. Soft skin stretched over muscle meets me, and I run my nails lightly down his sculpted back. As I do, he thrusts against me. I smile smugly against his lips.

  He breaks the kiss again, and I’m about to moan in protest when he leans up and grabs the bottom of the nightgown I wear.

  With a wink, he rips it over my head.

  I’m laid beneath him in nothing but my black lace panties. His eyes run across my skin, heating as they go. Where he looks, a trail of fire follows. He gently strokes my tucked in waist, and his hands move up to cup my heavy breasts. I pant when he tweaks my nipples, and it’s his turn to smile smugly at me.

  He leans down and wraps his lips around my left nipple, and I arch in pleasure, pushing deeper into his mouth. I grip his hair and hold him to me as he sucks on one and plays with the other. I wrap my legs around him, my panties soaking now. He grins against my breast.

  “Ezra, please.” My voice is needy as hell.

  “Please, what?” he growls against me, the vibration sending another pang of pleasure through me.

  “I need you,” I gasp.

  He leans back, looking down at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you so much. The first time is going to be hard and fast.”

  I groan when he says that. If possib
le, him talking dirty makes me wetter. He leans back down and kisses me to death. His hands toy with my panties again, and I growl. I nip his bottom lip, and he rips them off my body. I gasp with an arch.

  He stops kissing me and watches my face as he cups my now bare pussy. “You’re so wet, baby.”

  He groans, making me nod desperately.

  “This for me?” he asks as I grind into his palm. He stops me by holding me still. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” I moan.

  He leans down and kisses me lightly. “Good girl.”

  He strokes my nub in circular motions and watches as I writhe in need. I’m about to do—I don’t know what if he doesn’t hurry up—when he slides a finger into me. I arch again, needing him deep in me, filling me. He slides another in and slowly starts moving.

  “Faster,” I pant.

  He ignores me, prolonging my torture as he slowly works me.

  He pulls his fingers out and watches me as he sucks them.

  “Fuck.” I pant.

  His eyes close and when he opens them again, they’re predatory. “You taste fucking delicious.”

  He kisses his way down my stomach, stopping above my aching pussy. He smirks up at me, and I glare down at him. He watches my face as he licks me softly.

  I can’t seem to look away as he slides two fingers back into me. He keeps his gentle rhythm up and devours me like I’m his favorite dessert. I grab his hair and grind against his face. I look away, and finally, my head smashes back against the pillow.

  The pleasure is almost too much. I need him in me so bad. I writhe beneath him as he slowly increases the pace. My moans pick up speed, my release building.

  “Ezra,” I moan.

  He pushes a third, big finger in, and I explode against him with a scream. I lay there panting as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and lick my sensitive nub.

  “Again,” he growls.

  He fucks me faster and curls his fingers inside me, hitting that spot. Before I know it, I’m coming again, screaming his name. I lay there in my post orgasm bliss as he moves away. I don’t remember closing my eyes. I open them as he slowly slips out of his sleep pants, watching me hungrily the whole time.

  When he stands before me naked, I nearly sob with need for him.

  He’s stunning. All solid muscle and lines. His cock stands hard, and I lick my lips when I look at it. He’s longer than I’ve ever had, and thick, too. Not crazily so, but I can’t wait to feel him in me.

  I slowly raise my eyes to his hooded ones. “You going to fuck me or what?”

  He prowls to me and climbs over my body. I moan when I feel him at my entrance. He breaths down on my face, and I’ve had enough of his hesitation. I reach between us and grab his hard cock. I line him up, and he growls. He slams into me, and I arch my back. Fuck, he’s big. He stretches me, and I love it. When I move beneath him, he grabs my hips and stills me.

  Confused, I look back up at him, my lust-filled brain completely fried. “What?”

  “I want you on top next time. Now though, I’m going to fuck you senseless, so hold on to the headboard, baby.”

  I lift my arms slowly, rubbing my breasts against his chest as I go. I do as I’m told and grab the wooden slats of the headboard. As soon as I do, he moves in me. He starts out slowly, but within seconds, he’s slamming into me hard and fast like he can’t get enough of me.

  He drops his forehead to mine. “Fuck, you feel amazing, baby.”

  At his words, I clench around him, and he grits his teeth. He slams back into me, and I can’t help the noises coming out of me.

  He reaches between us and gently rubs my nub. With every slam back into me, he reaches deeper. My next orgasm builds, and by his wild movements, he’s close. I toss my head from side to side, gripping the headboard for all I can.

  He thrusts so deep and hard in me and I explode around him, my pussy clenching him. He growls as he comes.

  We’re both panting, slick with sweat. He drops his weight on me, his head buried in my neck.

  When he stops breathing so hard, he takes some of his weight off me and looks at me. He gently kisses my lips, and I decide then and there he’s mine. He claimed me, body, mind, and soul, and he doesn’t even know it.

  Ezra keeps his promise. He wakes me during the night again, and I ride him slow and steady. He watches me the whole time, lust and caring in his eyes.

  We fall back to sleep sometime around sunrise.

  When I wake again, I slowly stretch my used muscles. I feel well and truly fucked, but in the best way. I turn over and find the bed cold. Sitting up, I shiver at the coolness in the room as I frown and look for him.

  I tilt my head when I hear the shower running. Uncaring about my nudity because, let’s face it, he’s seen all of me, I strut through the open en-suite door.

  He’s rubbing his hair when I walk in, the glass shower divider fogged from the steam. I slowly open it and lick my lips at his delicious, wet body. He turns to me, eyes lowering, and when he sees I’m still naked, they heat again.

  I step over the lip of the shower and face him. The water hits his back, but his eyes are on me, waiting to see what I’ll do. It feels different in sunlight. Last night was all about need and pent up emotions. Now, it’s about want. I see a sliver of vulnerability in his eyes.

  Did he think I’d regret last night this morning? Determination to ease his fears spears through me, and I grin as I drop to my knees.

  “Wh—” he begins.

  I silence him by grabbing his wet buttocks. I look at him and gently lick the top of his hard dick.

  He swallows. “Baby, you don’t—”

  I lick him again, and he groans, his eyes screwing shut. He braces against the wall behind me, and his head hangs down.

  “Look at me,” I whisper.

  His eyes open, and his mouth parts as his breathing picks up. I slowly lick around the tip of his dick, then slip him into my mouth. I keep my eyes on him the whole time, showing him how much he means to me. I might be too messed up to say it in words, but I can in actions.

  He watches me the whole time. He pants, and I rub against the floor for relief, my need for this gentle giant so big.

  He reaches down with a growl and drags me up. I start to protest. I loved the feeling of his silky hardness in my mouth. He lifts me up by the thighs and slams me back against the shower wall. I brace against it and wrap my legs around his thick waist.

  “Your mouth felt amazing, baby, but I need to be in you,” he whispers against my lips.

  I groan, then kiss him, the taste of him still in my mouth.

  He thrusts into me and stills as I stretch around him. Tangling his tongue with mine, he thrusts slowly, pulling out before slamming back in. He puts his hand behind my head to cushion it as I hang onto his shoulders. His other hand drops to my hip and holds me as he fucks me. Hard and fast, not as desperate as the first time, but every time he drags his cock over the bundle of nerves in me, I moan, which only seems to spur him on.

  My nails cut into his shoulders as I throw my head back, trying to push down on him, my feet digging into his ass. He growls and shoves me back into the wall, pinning me there as he slams into me, again and again until I scream as my pussy clenches around him. The orgasm comes out of nowhere. His thrusts stutter, and he slams into me once more, coming with a yell.

  Trying to relearn how to breathe, I drop my head to his wet shoulder as he holds me there.

  “Fuck, baby,” he mutters, and I grin against his skin before dropping a kiss there and lifting my head.

  He smiles at me and drops a soft kiss on my lips before lowering me back to my wobbly legs. He steadies me, then turns me to the spray as he washes my body and hair.

  The caring way he does it, and the worship in his expression, breaks down that last barrier between us. My magic reaches for him.

  “Ezra,” I try to warn.

  He must feel it. “I’m ready, baby. Bind me.”

  I don’t know how
he knows, but he lets his magic tangle with mine and it’s like a bomb going off. My mind rushes into his, no barriers in the way. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to, so I imagine the cut on both of us like I did with Darius. Ezra slams his mouth to mine as I bind us together.

  When I come around, we both kneel on the shower floor, panting like we ran a race. I look into his eyes, his mind open to me. His feelings for me rush to me, and I nearly panic at their intensity. His love for me is huge. He would do anything for me, and he was lost when I was gone.

  We might not say the words, but there, kneeling on the shower floor with the water bearing down on us and our magic tangled together, I know he loves me.

  And I love him.

  Something brushes against my mind, a mocking laugh, and I push it away, unwilling to let that asshole ruin this moment.

  31

  Darius

  I feel every inch of pleasure, and when I close my eyes, I see her on her knees before my brother as he fucks her mouth, and it drives me crazy.

  Five years is a long time to be celibate, but it’s not like there were a lot of options in Purgatory. Plus, my need seemed to have disappeared, only to return when that dark-haired angel appeared in front of me. It came back like a roaring fire, one I can’t seem to quench.

  Her binding us together doesn’t help. All I think about is that fucking mouth, that sexy as hell body, and her on her back underneath me like she was with Ezra last night.

  I’m not ashamed to say I peeked at it. Hell, I fucking touched myself to it and came embarrassingly fast.

  But underneath it all, my anger stirs. She fucking bound me then ignored me like I’m nothing but a stranger to her. If only she knew I spent the last six months learning her life. Watching her, seeing her every time I closed my eyes. I don’t know how she did it, but she called me from the other side long before she met my brothers. I had to watch months and months of her with that other fucking guy, wishing all along it was me. Watching her struggle, watching her wake up screaming.