Omens (The Triad 3)

SCARLET

Sebastian flipped us and drove into me with so much force I swore my eyes crossed.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned as he thrust into me over and over again. His piercing slid along all the most sensitive parts of me, making me scratch my nails down his back until I was sure I was drawing blood.

“No one else makes you feel like this, do they, pet?” he said, a smirk forming across those delectable fucking lips. “Look at me,” he commanded, and my eyes shot to his. “Do you see how badly I want this? How badly I want you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, barely able to say anything else with everything he was forcing me to feel.

“Come here,” he said, suddenly wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me off the bed. He moved us to the top of the bed and laid me down before grabbing my hands and resting them on the black iron headboard. “Keep these here.”

He grabbed a pillow, placing it under my hips, and then positioned himself against my pussy again. His arms went under my legs, pushing them open and forcing my knees back to my shoulders as he leaned over me and pushed slowly inside of me.

At this angle, he was deeper than I had ever had him, and I could feel my body react immediately. My cunt pulsed around him with each thrust, trying to take him deeper and deeper.

“I just—” I could barely form a thought, but I needed him to know to keep going, to keep the rhythm and to keep hitting that exact spot because I was so, so close. “Seb, please.” I moved my hips with each of his movements, trying to make sure he hit that spot every time.

“Let it go, baby. Let it happen. I won’t stop.” His breath was hot against my cheek before he kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth like he couldn’t get enough. “This is right where you need it. I know.”

With a few more strokes, I was gone. I cried out and gripped the cold iron of the headboard. My eyes squeezed shut, and pleasure soared through every fiber of my body. I could barely breathe as it rocked through me, and Sebastian didn’t stop. I soared higher and higher until I thought I would black out.

“What a good girl, Scarlet,” he murmured, kissing and licking up the side of my throat, paying special attention to the scar there.

He pulled himself out and crawled up my body until his cock, covered in my release, was ready for my mouth.

“Open.”

I obeyed and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, eager to taste. He smiled down at me and watched as he pressed the head past my lips and into my mouth. I could taste myself, and it only fueled my desire to clean him up.

“I’m going to come in this sweet mouth of yours, Scarlet,” he told me as I took him into my throat. He held on to the bed frame above my head, and I let my hands rest on his thighs as his hips began to pump in and out of my mouth.

I hummed around him, eagerly moving my head as best I could at the angle he held me. One of his hands fell from the bed frame and cradled the back of my head as his fingers tangled in my hair.

“I’m not coming in your pussy again until you let me try to get you pregnant,” he admitted. The smile in his eyes told me he knew exactly what that sentence did to me. I may have made fun of them for their obsessions with cream pies, but knowing he actually wanted to get me pregnant made my body ache with need.

“Fuck, Scarlet,” he moaned as he squeezed his eyes shut and took deep breaths through his nose as I continued to suck him and work my tongue just how I knew he liked it. “I’m coming, baby.”

He opened his eyes and held my gaze. His dark brown eyes were so warm, and his pupils were blown wide with lust. I could look at him forever when he looked at me like that, like he wanted to eat me whole.

His hips stuttered, and his cum shot to the back of my throat. I swallowed eagerly, making sure I didn’t miss a drop before he pulled free of my mouth. He rolled to the side and collapsed on his back, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Jesus,” he breathed. “You suck the soul right out of me.”

I laughed and rolled over, gently placing myself on his chest where I wouldn’t hurt him.

“Thank you for the compliment.” I reached up and gave him a soft kiss. When I pulled away, he stared at me and began to run his fingers gently through my hair.

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he whispered, kissing me again and then my nose. “I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve you, but god damn, I’m happy I earned that karma.”

I laughed and ran my hand through his hair as well.

“I love you, too, my little cinnamon roll.” He rolled his eyes and kissed me again. “Once all this shit is over with, I’d really like to take a vacation or something. I want to go somewhere warm. And I want to just lie on the beach, drink piña coladas, and not have to worry that someone is trying to kill me.”

“I think we could do that,” he said as his fingers traced circles on my skin. I could feel my eyelids start to hang heavy. I was exhausted from the stress of the last however many weeks it had been since they found me at that house party.

“Hey, Scarlet,” he whispered.

“Yes, baby?” I asked, fighting to keep my eyes open.

“Do you remember that first night you were with us? And you had that nightmare?”

I took a deep breath, thinking back to one of the last times I had had a nightmare since living with the guys. That asshole on top of me, trying to rape and kill me. The sheer weight of him…

“Yes.”

“Do you remember what I said to you that night?” he asked, his voice calm but lethal. “About how I would kill him and let you watch?”

I looked up at him only to see him staring off at something I couldn’t see on the ceiling. His eyes were angry and vacant as he waited for my answer.

“Yes.”

“That offer still stands,” he said, turning his attention to me. “When Motshan hands the name of that asshole over, I will happily hunt him down, drag him back to this loft, and let the torture go on for days. I will bring him to the brink of death over and over again just to bring him back to life so that we can start all over again.”

The chill in his voice sent spiders crawling up my spine. It excited me that he would do that for me, that he loved me so much that he would torture this man for days on end. I’d never claimed to be normal, and I think appreciating that type of love language solidified my place in his world.

“I don’t know if I can take the edging like that for days,” I said, smiling at him. “But I would love to try.”

His smile matched my own as he stared down at me.

“It’s a date.”