His tongue dances along my slit, flicking my hardened nub as he teases me into submission. My legs tremble when he inserts two fingers inside me, and he taunts my opening, sliding in and out slowly. He doesn’t touch my G spot, merely teases until I’m a trembling, soaking mess. My arousal drips from my body, his fingers coated with it, the slickness allowing him to slip a third finger in and I’m lost to the pleasure.
I cry out when his free hand slaps my mound. The trickle of pained pleasure sends me to the edge. I’m so close, so needy for my orgasm, I can’t think straight. He swats my pussy again, and again, until I’m flying over the edge in a screaming cry, calling his name.
My whole body shaking as I open my eyes to find him smiling at me, his mouth wet with my juices, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips. “Now that’s what I call a delicious fucking meal.”
Lycan
Four years later
Giggles and my wife’s sweet voice filter through my office window as they play out in the garden. The twins are going to be three, and with them racing around the property already, we’ve had a fence built around the edge of the property line to ensure they don’t venture into the woods. But Scarlett knows there’s a small gate just waiting for us to escape through if we want to play out there.
While watching them, I think back to how this all started, how it almost all ended, and what it’s like now. I didn’t expect her to take a hold of me and never let go. When we met, she seemed too young, but when she opened her mouth that night, I was blown away by just how grown up she truly was.
Having her under my roof changed things. For both of us. I’m not sure it would’ve been the same had I agreed to allow her to live with her parents until we wed. But I’m glad I stepped up the moment I heard about her father’s deal. The bastard would’ve given her to a vile piece of shit who would’ve truly hurt her.
I asked Darius to keep an eye on Miles, even though he’s no longer a threat, I always like to know where my enemies are. Darius has The Kovenant MC keeping close tabs on him, watching his every move. He’s turned into a hermit they tell me.
My thoughts flit back to the conversation I had with my brother.
Setting the tumbler on the table, I focus on Darius. I’ve put this conversation off long enough, but now that we’re alone, he needs to come clean. I have to know why my brother shot me just to take Scarlett.
“To new beginnings. And making sure history doesn’t repeat itself,” I lift my drink, watching as my brother clinks his glass with mine.
“Jealousy was always something I’d struggled with. Even as the older brother, it always felt like dad favored you. I mean, you were the one set to take over Shaw Industries, so I got that, but my gut didn’t. Those feelings don’t just disappear when you tell them to.”
“So, you shot me?” I arch a brow in question, knowing that’s not the reason. There has to be more. “I mean, if you wanted money, you didn’t have to kill me and take my wife.”
Perhaps I’m toying with the hunter here, but I need to know.
Darius’s gaze lifts to mine and he shakes his head. “I’ve lived my life in awe of you, Lycan. How much control you had wasn’t because you were born that way, you learned it. When I saw you moving on without me, learning that I may actually not be your brother, it led to anger. You know I’m one to shoot first, ask questions later,” he tells me, honesty lacing his words. I can see the pain he holds, even under all the layers of violence and cockiness, he’s still the broken teenager who wants what his brother had—Dad’s attention.
“To be honest,” I start, “having father’s attention wasn’t something I wanted. Yes, I am business minded, but only because he made me that way.”
“But you always did everything with him, while they left me to fend for myself.”
“We were hardly poor,” I throw back, annoyance taking hold of me.
Darius sighs. “I know. I mean… He never once looked at me as if I was his. At least it never felt that way, and I wondered if he hated me because I wasn’t Grace’s.” He sips the alcohol, and I don’t take my eyes off him. I can’t imagine what it would feel like not knowing who you are.
“So, why my wedding day?”
“I wanted to take everything from you, I felt as if everything was taken from me.”