Page 111 of Cold-Blooded Creatures

“How long do you think it’ll take before she breaks?” I asked as I joined him in leaning against the wall and watching her squirm.

He smirked. “She won’t.”

A couple of hours passed, and the more she writhed, the more our amusement swelled. Not just my amusement, to be truthful. Swelled and decreased. And swelled again. To the point I feared I’d snap on Gedeon if matters didn’t change in the foreseeable future, or in other words, the next five minutes.

Kali’s hand had balled up in her lap to hide how Dorrian tattooing her was affecting her, but her feet rising on the tiptoes of her boots and her quivering thighs betrayed her. Like my stretched-out jeans.

Gedeon gave me a once-over. “You good?”

“Do I look good?” I grumbled, transferring my weight to my left leg and then my right, uncomfortable either way.

His lip corner quirked up as his eyes roved over me. Wordlessly, he pushed off the wall and strode to Kali, kneeling before her and placing his hands on her ankles.

“Be careful,” Gedeon cautioned Dorrian before teasingly brushing up to her upper calves and roughly spreading her legs wide.

She clutched his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Do you like the needle?” He leisurely played with the hem of her black dress at her hips, where it split into three parts. The middle strip hid her from my perusal, much to my dissatisfaction. “How it pricks you?”

She swallowed. “No.”

“I do not tolerate liars. You know that.” Sitting on his heels, he kissed up her inner thigh, his grasp on them locking her in place at the edge of the chair. “Tell me the truth.” He peered up at her from between her legs.

“I—” Her lips parted as she spotted me leaning against the wall and rubbing myself over my pants. The sight of Gedeon on his knees before her… I was ripping the zippers out of all my jeans if this was going to be a daily occurrence.

“See what you do to him? His legs are barely holding him up because ofyou. He is going to come because of you.” Gedeon’s mouth curved in wickedness. “But only when I say so.”

My cock throbbed at the imminent torture he’d announced.

He pinched her chin. “Answer me. Or I will not grant him my permission to come today.”

I caught myself on the wall. “Fuck, just—Tell him.” Not a drop of care remained in me as I pleaded like a beggar to be let into the supposedly existing heaven somewhere up in the skies. Or hell, based on how hard I was.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Yes, what?” he pushed.

“I like the needle,” she whispered, and side-eyed Dorrian. “But what about?—”

“Ignore him. Zion has my permission to do whatever he wants if he tries anything,” Gedeon said, then reached between her legs. “You’re completely soaked.”

“Wh—Oh—” Her head dropped back, exposing her long neck and the outline of an artery running along its length.

He swiftly dragged her black panties down her legs and threw them to me. Seizing them in the air, I stuffed them in the back pocket of my jeans.

“Those are mi?—”

“They’re mine now,” I cut her off. Gods, yes, they were mine. Her wetness on them had tightened my abdomen. I bet she tasted divine.

Gedeon’s hand dipped under the middle strip of her dress, and based on how she gasped and her legs tensed as she rose out of the seat, he pushed his fingers inside her. He nipped at her inner thigh, slowly making his way higher.

“Gods,” she cried out.

“We do not call on them here,” he scolded. “If you need to beg, you will use our names.”

From how her back arched and she writhed, he was repeating what he’d done in our underground—putting pressure on that spot inside her and teasing her clit. It drove her insane then and was bringing her to madness now too.

“Gods, it fee— Ged— I…” she whimpered.