Page 42 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

FELIX

The door to our room closes with a soft click behind us as Killian brings me inside and over to my bed. My feet aren’t working so good, but at least my head isn’t as fuzzy now.

As soon as I’m settled, I grab his arm and tug him down on the bed beside me. “It’s annoying when you loom over me like that,” I tell him by way of an explanation.

He’s so close his arm brushes mine. I press against him, and a burst of electricity explodes on my skin and seems to reverberate through my entire body in a wave pattern that’s as disorienting as it is weird.

Everything feels off, like I somehow fell out of sync with the rest of the world. There’s a slight delay between reality and my ability to process what’s happening around me, but it’s hard to care about that when everything feels so damn good.

“Is William the guy who’s trying to kill me?” I blink a few times as that thought sort of bounces around in my head for a few seconds.

“You want my honest answer?”

“Like you ever give another kind.” I snicker. “Hit me with the facts, bro.”

“I don’t think he is. I didn’t tell you this, but I saw William come out of his room when you were in the hall the night you were attacked in the pool. He snapped a pic and kept going. Literally stepped over you while you were on the floor and didn’t look back.”

“Yeah, that’s not the reaction of someone who just saw that the guy they tried to murder is still breathing.” I heave a disgruntled sigh. “And now I have to worry about yet another unflattering pic of me making the rounds.” I make a face. “Awesome.”

“No one saw it.”

“How do you know that?” I ask, barely suppressing a smile.

Nothing is funny, but I feel good. Like all my troubles have disappeared, and the only thing left is bliss and good feels.

“The twins took care of it.”

“What do you mean?” I rub my hand against my stomach. The scrape of the thin cotton against my skin sends little zings of pleasure and something equally as nice through every part of me.

“They made him delete it, and Jace made sure it was wiped off his phone. They also had a little chat with him about what happens when you fuck with us, but he obviously didn’t take their warnings seriously.”

I huff out a laugh. “Moron. Like, you have to be a special type of stupid to not listen when not just one, but two guys like the twins threaten you. They’re scarier than you, no offense.”

Killian smirks. “None taken.”

I pause as his words fully register. “But why would they do that?”

He shoots me a questioning look. “What do you mean, why did they do that?”

“Why did they bother to delete the photo?” I clarify.

“Because he fucked with you, and that’s what we do when someone fucks with what’s ours.”

I swallow and drop my eyes to my lap as I’m hit with a wave of emotions, and not all of them happy. “I’ve never had anyone look out for me before. It’s weird, but I kinda really like it.”

“Well, get used to it. You’re family, and we always take care of family.”

I shoot him a quick smile. I know he just means that I’m family by marriage, but it means a lot that they’re so willing to step up and protect me, especially since he doesn’t even like me.

“How do you feel?” he says. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head and try not to grin like a dumbass as the memories of him fucking me in the study room play in my mind’s eye.

“No, you didn’t. And I’m fine. Well, mostly fine.

I feel weird, not gonna lie.” Weird is an understatement, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it since my brain doesn’t want to think about anything other than how good everything feels.

“Have you ever done molly?”

“No.” I slide my gaze to his. “Never took dick pills either.”

A weird wave of dizziness hits, but instead of the world around me spinning, it feels like I’m spinning, even though I’m sitting still.

“Am I about to croak?” I ask. “Because I’m way too high to think about dying right now. I’d rather enjoy my last few minutes on Earth, thank you very much.”

“You’ll be fine.” He scrubs his hand through his hair. It’s messy and a bit wild, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers through it because I know it’s as soft and silky as it looks. “Molly and dick pills aren’t a lethal combo.”

“That’s reassuring.” I tug at the collar of my shirt.

My chest feels hot, and little prickles of heat break out on my skin.

“The molly is awesome,” I tell him. “Everything feels fantastic right now.” More of those heat prickles break out on my skin, and it feels less nice now and more like I’m being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles.

“What’s wrong?”

“What?”

“Your shirt. You keep pulling on it.”

“It’s nothing. Just hot. And the material feels funny.” I lean back on my hands and look up at the ceiling. The intricate pattern on it is as fascinating as it is ridiculous.

I roll my head back and forth, my eyes still glued to the ceiling as the patterns shift and seem to come alive.

Killian leans back on his hands, and I tear my eyes from the ceiling and study him.

He’s so gorgeous he doesn’t even look real anymore.

“Are you even real?” I ask, my voice breathy and dreamy.

He shoots me a smirky smile that makes my insides feel funny. “Pretty sure I am.”

“It’s unfair how hot you are.” I pull my shirt away from my body and flap it a few times to get some airflow on my skin.

“It’s actually unfair how hot your whole family is.

The twins, Xave, you. I mean, you’re the hottest, but all of you look like models.

” I huff out a weird laugh. “Models who murder, but still models.”

“We don’t just murder,” he says, that smirky grin still on his lips. “We also extort, torture, maim, interrogate, and sabotage.”

“No one can say you’re not well rounded.”

My vision goes snowy, and a strange pressure starts building in my head, almost like my brain is expanding and pressing against my skull.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“My head feels funny.”

“Funny how?”

“Light, but also really heavy. And I can’t remember why I was mad at you.”

He lets out a surprised laugh. “You can thank the molly for that.”

“Why don’t people do this every day?” I look back up at the ceiling. The patterns on it are moving in waves now. “I’d give anything to feel like this all the time.”

“Because the comedown is a bitch.” He leans back on his hands and glances up at the ceiling, like he’s trying to see what I see. My head suddenly feels too heavy to hold up, and I drop my cheek on my shoulder and flick my gaze to his crotch.

He’s not hard, but the outline of his dick is hot, and it makes my own cock thicken.

He spreads his legs until the material of his pants pulls tight over his thighs. Killian has amazing legs, strong and thick and corded with muscles, just like the rest of him.

I can’t stop my moan as I remember just how good his dick felt when he was fucking me within an inch of my life in the study room.

Killian drops his eyes to my crotch, and my semi turns into a full erection as we watch, rising and tenting the front of my pants.

That makes me giggle, actually giggle, and more of that prickling heat peppers my skin as a different type of heat gathers low in my body.

Curiously, I shift my hips back and forth, and my erection sways under my clothes. The rasp of material over my bare skin is like being touched with a live wire, and I can’t stop my gasp as more of that amazing pleasure lights my nerves up like a damn Christmas tree.

“Oh god.” I let out a surprised laugh and squeeze my legs together, then rub my hand over my length. “Holy shit, that feels good.”

“Yeah?” he asks, his eyes glued to my hand as I rub my dick over my sweatpants.

Killian is hard now too, and my mouth waters as the memories of his taste and how perfectly he stretches my lips invade my senses.

Another moan escapes my lips, and I give myself a hard squeeze. That does nothing to temper my arousal, and now my entire body is tingling with good feels.

Well, most of my body. Those weird heat prickles are getting worse, and now my legs are starting to sweat, which is fucking weird, and my chest is damp with it.

The sensation of my shirt sticking to me is like being scraped with shards of glass, and I hastily pull it off.

The cool air feels nice, but it doesn’t help with the prickles of heat multiplying and dancing across my skin.

“Are you bi?” I ask and toss my balled-up shirt into the corner.

He blinks a few times, obviously taken aback by the abrupt question, then gives me a shrewd look. “No,” he says simply.

“I don’t think I am either,” I tell him, my lips curling up in a wry grin. “But I don’t know many straight dudes who are obsessed with their stepbrothers’ dicks, so who the fuck knows what I am.”

“Obsessed, huh?” he asks with a sly grin.

With a dramatic sigh, I flop back so I’m lying on the bed and fix my gaze on the ceiling. “Yup. Totally and completely obsessed.” I let out a humorless chuckle. “Why did I tell you that? It’s like I can’t control my mouth right now.”

“That’s the molly. And it’s only going to get worse before it gets better.”

“Awesome,” I mutter and sit up. Now it feels like all of my skin is flushing hot. Even my eyeballs feel hot. What the fuck is happening? Did someone turn the heat on?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I blow out a breath and push my hair back from my forehead as a wave of heat seems to radiate out from deep inside me, making my skin burn and my inside feels like they’re on fire. “Can you open the window or something? Why is it so hot in here?”

A concerned look passes over his handsome features, and he presses the back of his hand against my cheek.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer and puts two fingers on my pulse point. It’s probably racing because my heart is beating so fast it feels like it’s vibrating in my chest.