Page 33 of Creed (Rock Hard Mountain Men #3)

It was an attractive sight. Better than any porn I’d dared to watch. I wished I could have appreciated it more, but I was too eager to finally sink my aching cock inside him to think about anything else.

Soon, but not soon enough, he was straddling me. My arousal rubbed against his ass, desperate to push inside. Kayden ground his hips against me, once again teasing me despite the fact that he said he wouldn’t.

I moaned and gripped his thighs so hard I probably left my fingerprints bruised into his flesh.

“Kayden,” I gasped. “Please.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he said, though he was clearly holding back laughter. “You’re just too fun to tease. I can’t help myself.”

I gripped his thighs tighter, wishing I had enough coordination to just grab his hips and thrust myself inside him. Luckily, he didn’t keep me waiting too long. Still straddling me, he reached behind himself and took my cock in hand to help guide me to the correct spot.

An unwanted thought flashed through my head. This was a very similar position to the one I’d been in while handcuffed to the bed at the lake house. My hands were free this time, but they were so useless to me as may as well be restrained.

The only real difference was the identity of the person on top of me. The random young girl that had been forced into the room with me was completely unwanted. Even just thinking of her touch now sent shivers of revulsion snaking up my spine.

However, looking up at Kayden, with his lips still wet from the blowjob he’d given me and an attractive pinkish blush spreading all the way down his neck to his chest, I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

When he finally sank down on me, it felt like coming home. The heat in my blood finally receded to a tolerable level, and I could think clearly for the first time since waking up chained to a bed.

Kayden’s movements were slow and precise as he raised himself up as far as he could, only to then drop down quick so that I slid into him all at once, eliciting a groan from my throat.

Over and over, he rode me with a steady, unending persistence.

I held onto him with gentle hands, feeling each movement of his hips and basking in the ecstasy written on his face.

Every little sound he made caused a new thrill of arousal to bury itself deep in my gut.

My climax built within me, driving me higher and higher as Kayden’s body milked every last drop of pleasure from me that it could.

I came with a silent shout. My throat was too dry to form words, but I still threw back my head as every muscle in my body contracted all at once like I’d been electrocuted.

Kayden mumbled something to me as he continued to ride me through the pleasure, reaching his own end at nearly the same time, spilling his heat over my belly.

The overwhelming sensations lasted so long, and faded so gradually, that it never really felt like it ended.

One by one, my muscles slowly relaxed until I lay like a limp noodle draped over the bed.

Gasping for breath, Kayden collapsed and joined me, lying by my side with both arms and legs wrapped around me like he never intended to part from me again.

“Are you... feeling better?” he asked, panting against my shoulder.

“Perfect,” I sighed.

I started to roll over, intending to kiss him, when I was stopped by an unexpected sensation.

We both looked down in surprise.

I was still hard. While I felt satisfied after the intense pleasure that Kayden had wrung out of me and would have been happy to simply spend the rest of the night holding him, the drug in my system apparently had other ideas.

A flush of heat spread across my face, and I knew it was so bright that I could almost see a red glow reflecting off Kayden’s skin. I was mortified. Kayden had already done so much for me. Surely this was asking too much.

But what else could I do?

According to Brody, the effects of the drug wouldn’t just go away on their own. I had no choice but to ask for Kayden’s help.

Before I could say anything, Kayden just laughed as he leaned forward to kiss me.

“Looks like our night isn’t over.”

It was an awkward ride home. At least for me.

Once the danger of the cult had been dealt with, Magnus and Brody weren’t shy about cracking jokes at my expense.

They apparently found the idea of me being drugged by the world’s most powerful aphrodisiac hilarious, and Kayden also eagerly joined in on the humor.

I was apparently the only one who found the whole incident embarrassing, though I couldn’t regret the outcome.

Kayden had proved himself reliable in the eyes of Magnus and Brody, and they now accepted him into our rapidly growing group.

Well, at least The Tamed Souls cult wouldn’t be bothering us any longer.

While I’d been... preoccupied, Brody had also been busy.

He’d contacted several local authorities, including Deputy Hillard, who had helped him gather as much evidence as possible against the cult.

My kidnapping case had eventually ended up in FBI hands, as apparently the cult had dealings across state lines.

The evidence of my kidnapping, along with Robyn and Mavis’s testimony for the rampant abuse within the cult, was a base for a strong case. Even if the cult was able to fight the charges, it was going to keep them distracted for a long time. We likely wouldn’t be hearing from them any time soon.

Robyn and Mavis were taken into state custody. They were going to be placed in the care of a foster family, but I also vowed to keep an eye on them. I owed a lot to those kids and if the family they ended up with turned out to be a bad one, I would not hesitate to take custody of them myself.

For now, however, they seemed to be in good hands.

Upon our arriving back home, Trent and Ellis were ecstatic to see us. It had been a long time since I had anyone to come home to, even on a platonic level. Brody and Magnus were usually out on the same missions with me, so we usually all returned home together.

It was something I could get used to.

The six of us sat around Brody’s kitchen table, one of the few pieces of furniture large enough for all six of us, and Kayden and I explained everything that had happened to us since we left nearly two weeks ago.

We spared no detail, and the explanation took a couple hours.

We ended up stopping halfway through to make dinner, which turned out to be a small feast when feeding all six of us.

The remnants of the meal still sat on the table—and a few plates had even ended up on the floor for the dogs to lick clean—when our story finally came to an end.

“So, is it really over?” Ellis asked as he hand fed Indigo pieces of chicken from his own plate.

In answer, Brody and Magnus both spoke at the same time.

“Yes.”

“No.”

The two looked at each other in confusion.

“It’s over,” Brody insisted. “You were busy at the time, but I helped collect the evidence myself. Blatant kidnapping like that is a serious crime, especially if it’s getting kicked all the way up to a federal level.

The cult may still exist, but they won’t be coming after us anymore. We have nothing for them.”

Huffing in exasperation, Magnus haphazardly stacked a few of the empty plates and started carrying them over to the sink.

“We do have something they want. You heard that Grieve guy. He really thinks we’re the descendants of the Mothers of the Mountain and The Tamed Souls founder. That kind of delusional fanaticism doesn’t just go away. Besides, we don’t have all the answers yet.”

Everyone else, including Kayden, rose to help clear the table. I tried to help as well, but I was told to stay put and take it easy. Apparently, although they were happy to joke about me being kidnapped and drugged, they were also worried about me.

If it meant I didn’t have to do dishes, then I was happy to let them spoil me a bit longer.

“What do you mean we don’t have all the answers?” Trent asked as he brought another stack of dishes to the sink.

Magnus moved on to packing away the leftover food into containers so it could be refrigerated for later. His focus remained on his task, so he couldn’t look up, but he still addressed the question.

“The dowel we found in the underground vault. We still don’t know the meaning of that.”

Brody took the newly emptied plates from him and began rinsing them off before piling them into the dishwasher.

“I suppose you’re right. If Chester Grieve thought the vault contained information about the children of their founder, then I can understand why he sent people to find it, and why they were so disappointed by the outcome.

However, it doesn’t explain why the vault was built in the first place or why it contained only a simple wooden dowel. ”

His voice and expression both had a sour edge to them, which was understandable. He and Ellis had also been captured in order to get into the vault, though not for as long as Kayden and I had been held hostage.

After the dishes were taken care of and the table was clear, Brody brought out the wooden dowel that had remained locked in the safe in his office all this time.

It looked just as unremarkable as the last time I’d seen it.

The piece of wood was clearly well crafted and carefully polished, but there was ultimately not a single noteworthy thing about it.

I also brought out Lisianthus’s journal. I’d managed to get my hands on it when everything with The Tamed Souls case was wrapping up, and I’d managed to finish translating the rest of it. Nothing in the journal explained about the vault or the dowel, but it was the only other clue we had.

The dowel and the journal sat together on the table, looking completely out of place next to each other.

“Are you sure there wasn’t anything in the journal that mentioned this?” Brody asked me, not for the first time.