Page 26 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

Killian nods to him. The twins turn on their heels and leave the room, moving in perfect unison.

“That’s not creepy or anything,” I mutter as the door closes behind them.

Killian doesn’t say anything, and now that our audience is gone, I squirm under his scrutiny.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks in a dangerously low voice.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal.” My eyes dart around the room as I try to avoid his glare.

“Liar.” He takes a step closer to the bed. “Now, are you going to tell me the truth, or are you going to keep making excuses?”

Nervous energy joins the excitement rolling around inside me, and I scrub my hand through my hair, still avoiding his gaze. “I’m not making excuses.”

“Really?” He crosses his arms, and I can’t stop myself from checking out how the tight fabric of his t-shirt clings to his biceps and makes the muscles pop.

I tear my eyes from his arms.

“Because either you want this guy to kill you, or you want to piss me off so I’ll punish you again.”

His expression is hard and angry, but there’s a fire in his eyes that lights me up from the inside, bringing all the emotions and feelings I’ve been repressing to the surface in a giant wave.

I scramble off the bed and wedge myself between it and him. We’re toe-to-toe now, and my entire body feels like it’s charged with electricity. “You’re wrong.”

“I don’t think I am.” He leans in and puts his lips next to my ear. His cheek is so close I can feel the heat coming off his skin. Notes of sandalwood, black pepper, and musk wrap around me, and I have to stop myself from pulling in a deep breath.

It’s not his usual cologne, that’s full of dark, earthy tones with hints of leather and cardamom. This is his real scent, the one I’m surrounded by at night, and along with a wave of calm, I’m hit with a jolt of arousal that’s so strong it makes something deep inside me throb with need.

Killian chuckles softly. His warm breath tickles my ear, and I can’t hide the shiver that rips up my spine or the goosebumps that break out on my neck.

“Tell me you don’t think about how eager you were to suck my dick. How much you loved being on your knees for me,” he says in a throaty voice that hits me right in the chest.

I should shove him away and end this now before things go off the rails again, but I can’t. I want him, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t.

“Tell me you didn’t love having my eyes on you while you got off for me. That you didn’t love when I came all over you.”

My mouth falls open in a silent gasp as he drags the tip of his tongue over the shell of my ear. Tingles explode deep in my body, and an embarrassing whimper escapes my lips.

“That’s right.” He nips at my ear, biting the lobe hard enough I let out a little yelp of surprise at the sting of pain. “You can’t.”

“So what if I did?” I bump my hips forward and press our hard dicks together. “This doesn’t lie, big brother. You liked it just as much as I did.”

A low growl rumbles out of him. He’s so close our chests brush, and I grind my dick against his.

He grips my ass, holding me so tight against him our bodies are completely flush.

“There you go, kitten. Show big brother exactly what you want,” he says, his lips still next to my ear.

“I hate you,” I grumble, letting my eyelids slip closed as another shiver of arousal rips through me.

“No, you don’t.” He nips at my ear again. “You hate that you want me.”

He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

“You hate that I’m the only person who makes you feel this way,” he continues. His free hand clamps down on my other ass cheek as he locks me in place. “But you don’t hate me.”

“Keep fucking with me, and that’ll change,” I grumble.

He slides one hand from my ass to my lower back, then the tips of his fingers slip under the waistband of my pants and tease the top of my crease.

“You want this.”

I don’t say anything.

“You remember what silence means, right, little brother?”

“Yes,” I whisper and let go of the last of my internal turmoil.

He’s right about everything. I don’t understand any of this, but I’m done fighting it.

“Yeah, you do.”

I gasp as he nips at my ear again, the little nibbles sending shockwaves of pleasure through me that make my dick throb against his.

“Show me what you want.”

I pause. What does he mean by that?

“Come on, little brother.” He stands up straight so he’s looking down at me again. “You know you want to.”

He might only be a few inches taller than me, but he seems so much bigger. It’s not even his broad shoulders or the twenty or so pounds of muscle he has on me; it’s his presence that makes me feel small. And damn if I don’t like it.

Tentatively, I rock my hips and drag my cock against his.

Heat and something dark, almost primal, flares in his eyes. I do it again.

He’s so hard against me, so big and hot, and my mouth waters at the memory of his girth stretching my lips and his length pushing down my throat.

I want to taste him again.

Not breaking eye contact with him, I sink to my knees.

It’s a bit of a tight squeeze and my back is pressed up against my mattress, but the surprised look that crosses Killian’s features before melting into one of pure desire chases the last of my trepidation away.

None of this makes sense, and I’m probably going to hate myself for it later, but fuck it. I want this, and more importantly, so does he.

Killian watches with heated eyes as I press my cheek against the bulge in his jeans and nuzzle it. I don’t bother stifling the moan that bubbles up in my chest as I breathe him in.

He smells so damn good, like soap and skin and his natural scent. Instead of questioning why I like it so much, I press soft kisses up and down his length, enjoying the gentle scrape of the denim against my lips.

“That’s it,” he urges, not looking away from me for even a second. “Show me how much you want to suck my cock again.”

My cheeks flush hot, but not from embarrassment. He already knows I’m into this; there’s no point trying to pretend otherwise.

Deliberately, I press the flat part of my tongue against his length and lick him over his pants.

The soft, shuddering breath he lets out is like music to my ears, and I do it again.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

I immediately obey and clasp my hands together.

“You want it?”

I lick my lips.

He lets out another of those too-sexy growls and rips his jeans open. I watch hungrily as he pulls his cock out. He’s big and hard and already slick with precum.

I want to dive forward and swallow him until he’s pressing down my throat and I’m choking on it, but I hold back.

Killian lets out a little rumble of approval and gives himself a few hard strokes.

I part my lips. Not enough for him to shove his dick between them, but just enough to show that I want it.

One of his hands closes around the back of my head as he grips himself by the base with the other. I let him pull me forward, already anticipating how incredible it’s going to feel when I finally have him in my mouth again.

“You love this.” He holds me in place and traces his tip over my lips, painting them with his precum. “Show me how much.”

Dutifully, I lick my lips, not bothering to hide my moan as his taste explodes in my senses.

“That’s it.” He taps his cockhead against my lower lip. “Stick that tongue out for me.”

I obey and let my tongue fall out like I’m rolling out a red carpet for him.

He rubs his length over my tongue, slicking it with more of his precum. Everything about the moment is setting my blood on fire, but it’s the way he’s looking at me, how all of his attention is laser-focused on me and what he’s doing to me, that makes it hard to breathe.

Without warning, he shoves his dick into my mouth, not stopping until he’s pressing down my throat.

I cough and choke, my throat spasming around him as my body instinctively fights the intrusion.

He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t move as he watches me struggle, his dark eyes taking in every detail like he’s going to be tested on his recall later.

I should be afraid, but I’m not. The lack of air is as exhilarating as it is terrifying, and I sink into it, letting the good feels take over.

Killian abruptly pulls out of my mouth. I cough and choke, but he barely lets me draw in a full breath before he drives into my mouth again.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice hoarse and his eyes wild. “Take it. Take all of me.”

I manage to relax my throat enough that I stop choking as he rocks his hips and fucks my mouth. He’s still holding my head in place, and I moan around his length as he twists his fingers in my hair and gives the strands a hard yank.

I close my eyes as the pain turns into something amazing and mixes with the pleasure already building inside me.

“Look at me,” he rasps, giving my hair another sharp tug.

My eyes snap open.

I’ve never seen him like this. Not even the last time I was on my knees for him. His eyes are wild with need, his dark hair is mussed and falling over his forehead, and his breaths are coming out in sharp bursts, perfectly timed with each snap of his hips.

The click of the door opening is loud in the room, and so is the shriek that follows.

Killian looks over his shoulder, his hips still moving and his cock sliding in and out of my mouth at a fast clip.

“What the fuck?” a female voice shrieks.

“Get out,” Killian says calmly.

“Who the fuck is that?”

“Get out,” he repeats, not breaking his rhythm. “And close the door behind you.”

He loosens his grip on my hair and scratches his nails over my scalp. The move feels weirdly tender—and also fantastic.

“Is that a guy?” Natalie screeches.

“Obviously. Now get the fuck out unless you want to watch me nut in his mouth.”

“What?” she squawks.

Instead of answering, Killian looks back down at me, a smirk-smile tilting his full lips. “You ready for it?”

I can’t answer, or even nod, since his dick is pushing down my throat, but by the way his smirk deepens, he knows I am.