Page 32 of Wanted

Alex commented, “You’re insane, you know that?”

“I am. That’s how they programmed me back home. Isn’t that what you like? That’s what he liked. I was a blank canvas for him to paint on. But what he did bred ugliness. There was never anything pretty about what we did.” I exhaled. “I’m taking it all back, everything he took from me every time we did what we did. If that means I get to go on an adventure, then so be it. The difference between being crazy back home and being crazy with you two is that if at some point things go too far, Alex will snap me out of it because he cares.”

“I’ll always take care of you, baby.” Alex reached out for me, pulling me into a hug.

“And I’ll take care of the both of you. I don’t know for how long we’ll be in this situation, but if I don’t exist anymore, then I don’t want to exist with you two.”

“Are you dizzy?” Alex asked, amused.

“No, not at all,” I mumbled. “You know what I meant.”

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“Why does everything smell like citrus?” I asked. Our voices were lowered because the house was too quiet.

“Perfume or any sort of excessive aroma triggers him. Citrus is one of the few that he can stomach,” Alex explained.

Fylox’s eyes were closed. He pretended to be asleep, but he was doing a lousy job.

I let my hands wander around Alex’s torso, underneath his shirt. We were restless tonight.

“I’ll have to leave tomorrow.”

“Please, don’t,” I pleaded.

“My father’s right. He rarely gets things like this wrong.” His fingers cupped my face. They made my face feel small. His long fingers lingered on my skin like they were memorizing each crevice and wrinkle. “I have to do what’s right.”

“You can’t leave me here with them. Who’s going to brighten up my day?”

He didn’t respond.

“Touch me.”

“Are you sure?”

I nodded. “If you’re going to leave, at least give me that.”

“What about Fylox?”

“He can watch. I think he feels more comfortable with that.”

Fylox didn’t give us a verbal reaction, but I felt his presence next to me. Chills ran all over me, just thinking that he would see me in my element.

Alex lifted my jaw with his fingers, making me meet his eyes. I straddled him, feeling his hardness touch me where I was most sensitive after months of neglect. We stared at each other for a moment, and the heat inside of me spread, making me breathe heavily. His sea-green eyes reminded me of endlessness. I could get lost in them. When he leaned forward, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I’d kissed before. That was part of the total package back home. But I’d never kissed a guy like Alex, and it showed when our lips finally met.

He tested the waters. His hand cupped the back of my neck, holding my head in a position that suited him. My hands were on his lower chest, trailing lines. He dived into my mouth with a thirst to quench, but he didn’t own me like I was used to. I could steer this in any direction I wanted.

I caused friction by rocking back and forth on him, his cock growing harder by the second. If he weren’t kissing me, I’d be drooling all over myself.

The turmoil of the past couple of months evaporated. All that mattered was the eager man beneath me. His fingers were gradually nearing the one spot that yearned the most for them and the silently passive man next to us who made me wet solely by being there.

It was in my blood to be this horny. My family had created Katantia. We were the root of all evil if you asked the Westerners. Most newbie Katantians didn’t last more than five years until their sex drive gave up, and they had to start taking sex enhancement pills. Not us. My brothers were doing fine. My father didn’t even understand the concept of a blue pill and my pussy… Well, her excitement couldn’t be contained.

“This can be my first time,” I whispered against his lips. I could start anew.

“Not like this, baby. We can’t. I’ll touch you, but your first time will be on our terms and not while we’re hiding from my father,” Alex responded, his free hand on my lower back sliding underneath the loose t-shirt that I wore to sleep. I didn’t remember whose it was anymore; I’d taken over their clothing, and I’d made it mine. I wasn’t used to dressing down like this, and I felt uncomfortable at first. The boys let me know how little they cared about my appearance. Well, Alex did. During one of our first couch sleepovers, he said something along the lines of, “As long as there’s a smile on that face and it’s real, I could care a fuck less about what you wear. Besides, you’re wearing our clothes. There’s nothing hotter than you wearing our clothes.”

“I want to fuck you. Today. Tomorrow. Whenever I feel like it. I want your cock inside of me. Is that so bad?” I asked. I had a distinct feeling that this was our goodbye, and it made me feel all sorts of lightheaded. If I had to seduce him into fucking me, I would.