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Chapter nine

Raegan

Kellan lounges at the dining table, his plate empty before him, and no one else.

“Where’s Aiden?”

He grins, pulling his hand down his beard like he’s wrangling any stragglers back to the group.

“Once he heard your wake-up gift to Dane, he got up and stormed to his room. Muttered something about taking a shower, but I’ll bet he’s in there jerking off to the sounds you were making, beautiful.”

Oh.

Shit.

Here I was, worried about Jackson overhearing everything from the door, when apparently the walls in this apartment are thin enough for the entire living area to hear us.

“You can wake me up that way anytime, too,” he adds, his blue-green eyes glittering wickedly.

“No invitation or permission needed.”

Ah.

He’s assuming I woke Dane with morning head.

Rather than correcting him, I smirk, matching his energy when I reply, “Right back at ya.” I blow him a kiss between a backwards peace sign with a wink, and he slaps a hand over his heart, falling back into his chair.

“Fuck, beautiful. You still look sleepy. Go take a nap.”

Dane walks to the kitchen, shaking his head.

“The two of you…” he mutters, proceeding to open cabinets and the pantry door.

“Did Aiden order groceries?”

Jackson, who still hasn’t left the hallway, answers, “He did.”

Dane pulls a pen and pad of paper out of a drawer, scribbling a few things on it before tearing it off and handing it to me.

“Here. Ask Aiden to add these to the order. I’m not sure when he scheduled the delivery for, so it can’t wait.”

I accept the piece of paper automatically.

It feels weird to be worrying about something as mundane as groceries after everything that happened the last couple of days.

Wait.

“You’re asking me to interrupt his shower?”

He shrugs, smirking.

“Better you than any of us.”

Right.

Kellan snickers from his seat, and Jackson opens Aiden’s door for me before I get the chance to consider what I’m about to get myself into.

Why does it feel like all three of these guys are offering me up on a platter, and I’m the only one who has no idea what I’m walking into?

Because Aiden is still an enigma.

I never know what’s going on in his head.

Jack closes the door behind me, trapping me inside.

The sound of the shower echoes from the cracked bathroom door, steam curling around its edges before dissipating into the rest of the room.

Aiden’s bedroom is just as organized as Dane’s.

The floor is bare, all surfaces clear.

Aside from his bed, a reading chair, and a small table, there’s not much to it.

Kellan’s and Jack’s, by comparison, are wild and haphazard.

Clenching the piece of paper in my hand, I stride to the bathroom as if I have every right to be in there, even though my heart pounds harder with every step I take.

Even though my breathing shallows as I get close enough to breathe in the hot, moist air.

It’s just Aiden .

I make it across the threshold before I pause and squint to see through the steam.

Even though it’s my first time in the Loft, I recognize it.

They must have modeled the safehouse after the Loft because aside from being somewhat smaller, they’re nearly identical.

I take another few steps inside until Aiden’s shadow appears behind the shower glass.

He’s leaning a forearm against the wall, his head bent, and his hand somewhere lower.

Curiosity drives me closer again, thinking the steam and his occupied attention will be enough to keep me hidden.

A tattoo covers his back with a sword down his spine and bent wings on either side.

A bat wing and an angel wing.

Ink chains loosely wrap both and tighten down the length of the blade.

My gaze travels lower.

His other hand strokes his cock, his movements harsh and bordering on violence.

Crap. He’s pissed.

I should go .

“Get out,” he demands, his voice rougher than usual and startling me.

He’s turned his head, and his dark, bottomless eyes draw me in like gravity.

There’s a coarseness to him now that I’m not used to.

Like something scraped at his control, leaving behind jagged edges.

Leaving is exactly what I’d planned to do, but something about this man telling me what to do makes me lose my mind.

Defiance swells in my chest, burning away fear or self-preservation when I respond, “No.”

Aiden’s jaw tightens.

He has yet to release the hold on his dick.

When my gaze trails back up his body to find his eyes again, he’s breathing harder.

Faster. He shoves off the wall, stalking to the opening of the shower that has no door.

“Then come here.” This time, his voice comes out as a purr, soft and dangerous, like something’s switched in his mind to help smooth those edges.

To put him back in control.

I must be a masochist because I do it.

Everything about him right now radiates anger and frustration.

And I’m not being a narcissist for thinking it’s because of me.

I’m just not stupid.

Or, am I, because I’m too curious to leave?

Too stubborn to make what is probably the right decision when he tells me to get out.

But I hated it when he said that.

That he feels he has to kick me out so he can struggle with whatever he’s going through because of me, without me.

He doesn’t wait for me to get there.

As soon as I’m within reach, he grabs my throat and yanks me into him, the soft spray of hot water speckling my face and clothes.

I don’t fight him. I’m not sure why.

I let him hold me like that, my body acquiescing and pliant, even though I look at him without an ounce of submission in my gaze.

“Leave. I’m not myself right now.”

I know I’m going to set him off.

He’s like a ticking time bomb, and I’m the idiot who cuts the fuse short and then lights it before I can get out of range.

“No.”

“No?” he repeats, his voice a deadly calm.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself? No?”

“Say for myself?”

“Take off your clothes,” he croons in my ear, his voice decadent like drizzled chocolate.

Again, I surprise myself when I do what he says without a word, shedding my clothes and tossing Dane’s paper to the side.

He’s forced to release me so I can remove my shirt and bra, but otherwise, he remains still.

“Go to the second drawer on the right,” he directs next, indicating the drawers under the sink.

“Take out the first thing you see and bring it to me.”

Curiosity is a dangerous thing.

It, tangled with the heat of this room and the thick anticipation of what he’s going to do wrapping me in a chokehold, has me following his instruction once more.

I open the drawer, and items of all shapes, sizes, and colors roll backward at the movement.

He has a fucking drawer of sex toys.

But which one?

“The first thing you see.”

The purple bullet at the front.

I wrap my fingers around the smooth silicone.

I catch my reflection in the mirror before I turn back.

My blonde hair is starting to frizz and expand in the wet heat, adding volume and unruliness.

My eyes are dilated, my lips moist from licking them, and my nipples are pebbled, even in this warmth.

There’s no doubt that I’m aroused by whatever’s happening here.

“Don’t make me wait...”

I return to him, releasing the toy into his open hand and waiting with bated breath.

He skates his palm up my side, following the curve of my body over my chest and up my neck, his fingers wrapping my nape with a more relaxed grip.

He caresses my pulse with his thumb as it hammers erratically against his touch.

His other hand cups my sex, and he slides a finger into my wet heat.

“What did I tell you about this pussy?” he asks, his voice chillingly calm.

There’s no resistance when he slips his finger in and out, the mixture of mine and Dane’s remaining cum still lingering.

But I’m not hiding it.

My stare hardens when I reply, “I never agreed to it.”

His hand on my neck tightens, and he removes his finger.

But not to stop, as I expected.

He continues upward, finding and caressing my clit.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Pleasure spikes through my limbs at the simple contact.

“You told me it’s yours,” I answer, some defiance still coloring my breathy tone.

“Good girl,” he praises on a satisfied sigh, his breath hot between us, and then steps back, bringing me into the shower.

The water hits my thighs where he stops us, where everything stops for a second.

“Hands on the wall,” is my only warning, and then he’s pushing me down, bending me over.

I reach out at his command, and on instinct, my hands slap against the slick tile.

“And what did I promise you about my pussy?” He palms my ass, rubbing it with clear intent.

My thighs quiver and clench in response.

“You’d punish me if I touched it.”

“Did you?”

Smirking, I answer, “No.”

The first slap is loud and raw, weaving with my audible cry and echoing through the room before becoming lost in the steam.

He buffs the pain away with his hand, spreading the remaining pleasure and warmth beneath my skin.

“I also told you I didn’t think I had it in me to share.”

“That’s a you-problem,” I retort.

“The others are fine with it.”

Another smack.

Rub.

His lips graze the shell of my ear.

“And are the others fine when you end up choosing one in the end?” he croons.

“I’m not. I won’t.”

“How can I know that’s true? How can you know you won’t get tired of one or more of us? When having four of us to satisfy becomes too much?”

“I want all of you, Aiden. It won’t be too much. I swear, if you give in to it, it’ll be the best thing.”

“What about now?” he challenges.

“What about it?”

His fingers push into me, and I groan, leaning heavily into the wall to support myself.

“Is your cunt raw and sore from just having sex with Dane? ”

I sink more onto his fingers, encouraging them deeper.

“No. Fuck me, Aiden. That’s what you want at the end of all this, isn’t it? Then take me. I’m yours. Just remember that I’m theirs, too.”

His fingers are gone, replaced by his cock as it notches at my entrance before he drives inside in a single stroke.

My legs tremble and quake, but I force them to keep myself upright.

Aiden grips my hips hard enough to bruise like he’s trying to imprint his fingerprints on my skin to claim me as his.

I throw my head back, eyes closed, and a long moan slides past my lips as that’s exactly what he does.

Claim me.

Aiden fucks me with abandon, finally losing his self-control and allowing himself to take what he’d been holding himself back on.

I’m barely holding on, my hands slipping and straining to keep myself forward while I’m driven up on my tiptoes for him to reach me better.

His pace slows suddenly, and the sharp click followed by buzzing tells me what’s coming.

“Do you want this or my fingers?”

He holds the vibrator close, his fingers spreading me wide on either side so I can nearly feel it touching my clit, but not quite.

It’s maddening .

“That,” I pant heavily.

“Say it,” he croons, and my heart flutters.

“I want the vibrator.”

His fingers twitch, and I get the tiniest taste of it before it disappears, and I inhale sharply.

“You want it…what?”

Fuck.

What word is he looking for?

My mind scrambles with the English vocabulary, tripping over anything and everything until something seems right.

“Please. I want the vibrator, please ,” I beg, my hips jerking forward, but all that does is pull me further off his dick as he easily moves the vibrator out of reach.

“Good girl,” he breathes, his length thrusting into me once more while simultaneously the vibrator is pressed at my bundle of nerves.

“Oh, fuck!” I curse and moan, grinding against it and him.

“You’re going to come for me until I’m satisfied, aren’t you? As many times as I tell you to.”

This man really wants to kill me.

By orgasm.

But I did tell him that would be my favorite way to die, and I’m no quitter.

“Yes!”

He moves the vibrator against me, increasing its speed and holding it there as he slams into me from behind.

“Then come for me now, Raegan.”

His words are my undoing, the orgasm shredding through me in a violent storm.

Aiden holds me tight, both keeping me upright and the vibrator in place until I’m screaming and my knees buckle.

He doesn’t let me fall, lifting me effortlessly and shifting me until my legs are wrapped around his waist, and then he’s sinking into me again.

Aiden kisses me fiercely, and I rise to his provocation.

Our lips mash together, kissing like we’re feeding off one another.

Water beats over his back, the reflecting spray catching us both.

I collar his neck, then palm his shoulders and back, dragging my nails up his skin.

He grunts, dropping his mouth to the side of my neck.

The vibrator is back, pinned between us and his thrusts.

“Did he come in you?” he breathes into my skin, his voice roughened by his movements.

I hold him close as I urge my hips up to meet his strokes, to feel the short press of the vibrator that makes my cunt throb with pleasure.

“Yes.”

His teeth nip at the crook of my neck, replaced quickly by a hot tongue and soothing lips.

“You drive me mad, Raegan. Everything you do…it takes me to the brink of sanity in seconds. Makes me want to fuck the words right out of your mouth. Bend you over and spank your ass until it’s the same pink shade as your pussy. And then make you beg for my cock to fix the ache. Make you come until you’ll do anything I say, when I say it. Be a good girl, for me.”

Holy fuck.

His pace is just right, the vibrator pulsating in time with every stroke, his dick hitting that deep place in me that has my toes curling and pleasure intensifying at the base of my spine.

“I can feel your pussy quivering. You’re close. But not yet. Not until I tell you. Understand?”

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

I don’t think I can hold it back.

I’m so close. So fucking close.

And without him saying a single word, I just know that he’ll punish me with the worst and longest edging and orgasm denial if I don’t do as he says.

“Answer me,” he commands, and I somehow manage a breathless, “Yes.”

My entire body trembles with the need to come, only holding back out of sheer force of will and desperation.

I grip between his neck and shoulders, digging my nails in and hardly breathing.

Please, please, please.

Our hips collide again and again, and I can feel my control slipping.

It’s coming. I’m going to come.

Fuck.

“Now.” At his husky command, I let go, my breath leaving me in a rush as my cunt clamps down on him, and I cry out in pleasure, triumph—I don’t fucking know.

He comes with me, his cock swelling and bursting with his seed.

Aiden’s expression is like a release of all the tension and problems in his life at once.

It’s filled with pure pleasure and contentment, things I never see on him, and then it’s gone.

And now I’ve discovered my new obsession with seeing it again.

Just…maybe not this second.

I realize then that he may not be done with me.

“Until I’m satisfied,” he said.

I swallow, my arms tightening around him while he’s preoccupied, catching his breath against my shoulder.

He licks the beads of water there, groaning and looking almost pained as he pulls away.

“It’s never enough,” he mutters, and my chest squeezes uncomfortably.

Aiden pins me with his dark stare, sucking me into that void as his prisoner.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you. If not for the mountain of things we have to do, eating being high on that list, I’d be indulging in petting that greedy pussy of yours with my tongue.”

Said pussy clenches at the dark promise—or threat—and I’ m convinced it’s just pretending to be a good girl for him because there is no fucking way it can take anymore right now.

“That’s the way I feel about all of you,” I tell him, my voice still winded.

Then, remembering everything he said, I add, “Minus the pussy part.” He watches me with rapt attention while I continue, “I will never get tired of any of you. I’m in this for…life. However long that is for us.”

His brows knit with concern at my outlook.

“Long. I promise we’ll be old and gray one day.” I nod with a tight smile, and he pinches my chin.

“I don’t give platitudes.”

“I know.”

Aiden holds our stare a bit longer until he’s sure I understand.

Then, he withdraws and helps me to my feet.

“Can you stand?” His hands never let me go, making sure I have my balance as he leans down to guide and check my Jell-O legs.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I tell him once I believe I can stand without falling over.

But he doesn’t right himself with that confirmation.

Instead, he’s eyeing a dribble of cum leaking down my inner thigh.

Aiden’s frozen there, staring at it until a sliding trail of water threatens to touch it.

He drags two fingers up my thigh, scooping it up, and pushes it back into me.

I gasp, grabbing his shoulder for stability when he does it.

He curses, muttering something about insanity, then looks me dead in the face.

“Don’t waste it, or I’ll be forced to fill you with more.”

I stare, open-mouthed, in disbelief.

Is he fucking serious?

Without batting an eye, he pulls his body wash from the shelf and lathers it on a washcloth, proceeding to clean me without another word.

I’m surrounded by the smell of cinnamon as the cloth works the scent into my skin.

It feels like another claim of his.

One more way he’s marking me, between the bruises, his cum, and now this.

It makes me wonder if we made any progress at all, but I’m too tired and content to argue.

That’s exactly how he wanted me, isn’t it?

Well, fuck.

He wins this round.