Chapter 237: A Share? (R18)
The moment felt more right than ever. She moaned when his mouth found her nipples through the torn gaps of her shirt, and she cursed herself for ever thinking of keeping him from this pleasure. He teased and bit them softly, making her arch against him as he gave them all the attention they craved.
"I won’t fucking last if you keep doing this," she whispered breathlessly, their kiss turning wild, nothing like the slow tenderness they shared before. They kissed with hunger, desperate, like no amount of touching could ever be enough.
Kaito finally pulled back, only to rip her shirt away and stare at her body as though it was his first time seeing her, as if he had never fucked her before. His gaze burned into her skin, making her shiver under the heat of it.
"Damn... you’re so beautiful I just want to fuck you right now," he growled, his voice so deep and tempting it sent a rush straight between her thighs. She knew there was no way she could last long. The foreplay already felt like torture when all she wanted was him inside her, filling her until she screamed his name.
But instead of rushing, he slowed down.
He lowered her onto the bare ground and she didn’t care about the sand beneath her. The idea of fucking in the cave only made her feel wilder. He propped her head on his arm so she wouldn’t hurt, his other hand tracing down her lips and making them part under his touch. He moved lower, down her neck, to her breasts, squeezing until she moaned out his name.
"Yes, amor. It’s me. Only me can make you feel this way," he whispered against her skin, his hand sliding further down her waist. She already knew where he was heading and when his fingers slipped between her thighs, she gasped, locking eyes with him. His gray eyes stayed on hers as he pushed in and out of her, his fingers working her so good she whimpered with every thrust.
He was fucking her with his hand, driving her insane as she moved with the rhythm, her body rising to meet every stroke. His pace grew faster, his stare never leaving her trembling face.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his voice rough and low, and she could barely breathe as pleasure consumed her.
"I want to cum, baby," she gasped, her hand wrapping around his as his fingers worked between her thighs, pushing her to the edge of losing all control. He was so fucking good at it that she almost forgot it was just his fingers making her unravel like this.
"Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Cum for me," he demanded, his voice dark and commanding. "I want to feel you cum on my fingers. I want to taste you, so let go for me, baby."
His words hit her like fire and there was no stopping the wave building inside her. His fingers pressed harder, hitting that spot that made her cry out, her body trembling as her eyes rolled back and her thighs clutched around him.
He felt her breaking apart and his voice followed, low and rough against her ear. "Come on, fucking cum for daddy. I want to feel you dripping on me. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes, daddyyy," she moaned, her body convulsing as the orgasm tore through her, leaving her shaking and weak. "Fuck... fuck..." she cried as his fingers slowed but stayed buried inside her, drawing out every last pulse until she was breathless.
"Yes, baby... you did it. You came for me," he praised, pulling his fingers out slowly and lifting them to his mouth. He licked them clean, savoring her taste with a groan that made her stomach twist with need. But he didn’t wait for her to recover.
Kaito shoved off his trousers and positioned himself between her legs. She gasped when he pressed against her, her breath catching at the sheer size of him. "Fuck... you’re so fucking long," she murmured, her walls clenching at the thought of taking him all in.
He smirked darkly, holding himself back with effort. She was so fucking tight that if he wasn’t careful, he would cum the moment he sank into her.
He began to move inside her, slow at first, gentle enough to make her body melt, but soon his pace grew faster, harder, deeper. Her hands clung to his back as if she would fall apart without holding him, and when he started pounding so hard she cried out, her nails dug into his skin, leaving red marks as if they might tear into his flesh.
But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He knew she didn’t want him to stop. Every moan, every arch of her body begged him for more. Her voice broke with need, rough with pleasure. "Fuck me, daddy... yes... yes..."
He drove into her with everything he had, hitting her so perfectly she thought she would shatter, and she let him take her higher, to the edge she had only dreamed about. But then Kaito froze for a moment. He felt it. That strange presence. Someone else was here. Someone familiar. He tried to ignore it, tried to drown in her cries and her heat, but the weight of it pressed down on him.
Someone was watching.
He turned his head briefly and his stomach dropped when he saw who it was. Taros. Fuck. Why the hell now?
Kaito almost pulled out, ready to push himself away so he could deal with his brother, because Taros didn’t look like he was leaving. But Angela wrapped her arms around him, her nails clutching his skin, her voice breaking with tears as she whispered, "Don’t go... stay, please."
His chest tightened at the way she begged. Damn it, there was no fucking way he could leave her now. Not when she looked at him like that. Not when her voice shook with need. He liked it too much. So he stayed inside her, his breath heavy against her ear as he asked, "My brother... your mate is right there. What are you going to do?"
Angela turned her head, eyes meeting Taros in the shadows, and her lips curved in a breathless, daring chuckle. "You either join us or stand there and watch, Taros."
Her words left both brothers frozen in shock. A share?
*****
Taros wanted to go back to his dorms but he couldn’t. Not when his mate was in so much pain, broken by the lies they had told her. Even though she said she would hold Kaito responsible, Taros did not want to push everything on his brother. They had both been trying to protect her but somewhere along the way everything went wrong. The truth was that they had hurt her more than anyone else, even when they thought they were preventing it.
He paced for a while, running his hands through his white hair as his chest burned with guilt. Pulling out his phone to call Kaito, he noticed the missed calls from home and from Hailey. He sighed. This was not the time. He was not in the mood to deal with any of that. He quickly swiped and dialed Kaito’s number. Renn picked up instead. Kaito had left the phone in the car. Taros thanked him and cut the call.
He walked into the woods with his senses sharp, searching for either Kaito or Angela, whoever he found first. After some time, he caught Kaito’s scent, strong and fresh, leading up toward the mountains. Taros knew at once where they had gone. The cave. Kaito’s favorite spot.
But nothing could have prepared him for the scene he met there.
Kaito was deep inside Angela, moving like his life depended on it. Taros froze on the spot, struck silent. He had seen a lot in his life but never once seen his brother like this. The raw sight hit him hard, jealousy stirring as he listened to Angela moan, begging for more. His chest twisted painfully but what else did he expect? Of course she was going to sound like that while giving herself to Kaito. Her body arched, her voice breaking as if she would never recover from what Kaito was doing to her.
Taros was about to turn and leave, shame weighing heavy on him, when Kaito looked up and their eyes met. Kaito almost pulled away but Angela stopped him, surprising them both.
The way she held Kaito, the way she didn’t let him move, it sent a shock down Taros’s body. Against his will he grew hard. He tried to control himself, tried to think clearly, but then she turned her gaze on him. She looked at him with that wild glint in her eyes and said the words that made his blood rush. She invited him.
Fear gripped him. His heart pounded. She wanted them to share her? Was she drunk? Was she losing her mind? He looked around, searching for anything that could explain it, but there was no bottle, no alcohol. Nothing. She knew exactly what she was saying.
He swallowed hard, his voice low and unsteady. "Are you sure?"
Angela’s lips curved in a bold smile. She winked, her voice soft and tempting. "Come, Taros. Don’t make me wait, baby."