He pins my hands above my head as he becomes a dominant force - one I can't help but feel erotically drawn to. He holds my two hands in his one, and his free hand grips me under my rear to jerk me against his violently sublime rhythm.
His lower lip and ring slide between his teeth as he closes his eyes, absorbing the moment of divinity. I let him own me, desiring more, and he jerks me over to land on my knees. I'm momentarily stunned until he pushes into me from behind, and a gasp rings out as one hand finds that sensitive
spot on my body, massaging it as his thrusts press on, finding an angle I've never felt before.
His free hand holds my left hip, slamming me into his center. Each stroke feels too perfect, each breath comes out more rattled, and every bit of me wants to scream out.
I hold it in though. I don't want the whole house knowing what I'm doing in here. I don't even know what the hell I'm doing.
His low, sexy grunts almost become my undoing as he nears that incredible peak. There's a tightening in my stomach as euphoria rushes me without mercy. He jerks me to him harder and harder until I let out a painfully subdued cry, and my whole body goes limp in his hands upon finding that overwhelming release.
He thrusts in twice more, holding himself at the deepest point inside me, and then he collapses to my back, letting his weight pin me beneath him. He kisses my head through my hair before rolling to his side, dragging me with him and keeping me tightly wound in his arms.
"That was fucking perfect," he pants out, making me laugh lightly.
"It was."
I roll over to face him, wiggling in closer, and he kisses my head as my exhausted body gives in to the sleepy tug. I yawn lightly, closing my eyes, and I feel his lips barely gracing mine before the unrelenting need for rest claims me.
Chapter 19
The Taste of Confusion
I already regret what happened last night, so I pretend to still be asleep, hoping Gage lets me go and heads downstairs. What I did wasn't out of love or need - it was out of slutty desire. He cheated on me, and I went ahead and fucked him like it was a reward for his betrayal.
Since when do I fall prey to every carnal desire? I denied my hormonal urges just fine until I met Kane. Since then, I've barely kept myself in check. I'm starting to worry something is wrong with me.
Gage's hand slides up and down my back very slowly, proving he's awake and waiting on me to wake up. I'm not ready to face this awkwardness, so I keep my eyes closed and my heartbeat steady.
He leans over, letting his breath find my ear before whispering to the girl he thinks is asleep.
"I love you."
My heart flip-flops, my stomach sinks, and my whole body is flooded with hot and cold surrealism. How the hell did this happen?
No. He can't be in love. This isn't possible.
The door opens, and I can feel eyes burning against us.
"Yes?" Gage asks, a smugness to his tone.
That lets me know who it is, and now I feel all the more like a slut.
"Dray is back with some information based on the leads you found from the redhead you were making out with last night."
That was a stab at me if I've ever heard one. Kane knows by now I've woken up after his loud entry. He's reminding me I'm laying in a pool of betrayal, and I just fucked the traitor.
"Okay. I'll be down in a minute. Let me wake up Alyssa."
Gage made sure to take a stab back. After all, it's his bed I ended up in despite the drama from the night before. I love Kane, but we can't be. It's not possible. I'm not in love with Gage... at least I don't think so. Surely I can't be in love with two men. No. I know I'm not.
I need to invest in a big bottle of migraine medicine. At this rate, my head is going to explode off my shoulders before I can even reach immortality.
Kane says he's sorry now, but he was so heartless and cruel to me for so many weeks. Gage is a cheater, but everyone seems to think I should have been expecting the duties of a Somage member. Was it just work?
Gage's lips brush against mine as he pulls me closer, letting the satin of my gown stroke my sides with a heavenly touch. He presses his lips harder against mine, forcing me to end my sleeping charade.
"Good morning," he murmurs softly against my lips, smiling salaciously.