Okay, look, I’d be lying if Kai and his dick hadn’t crossed my mind. Good thing his hand was still clamped over my mouth, so I didn’t have to answer that question. Instead, I just groaned and rocked my hips, meeting his thrusts as they got more intense.
Kai’s breathing was harsh now, matching my own, and I could feel my orgasm sneaking up. It hadn’t been all that long since my Purple Pussy Eater session, so my clit was extra sensitive, and the angle Kai was fucking me almost seemed to strike it from the inside.
“Christ, Siren,” he panted, “it feels so fucking good to be inside you again. I’m going to fill this filthy pussy up with my cum and watch it drip down these perfect thighs. I’m going to make you touch yourself while I watch, make you use my cum as lube while you fuck yourself with that vibrator again. Then…”
He trailed off, his hand massaging my butt cheek while I waited with baited breath. Then what?
The suspense was killing me.
“Then,” he continued, his thrusts picking up speed as my pussy walls tightened with an impending orgasm, “I wanna come all over again. In here.” He pushed his index finger into my ass, and I cried out against his palm. He pumped that finger a few times, keeping rhythm with his cock, then added a second.
I moaned, my orgasm right on the ledge as he stretched out my hole and pumped faster with his dick.
“I’m gonna fuck you here and make sure you’re dripping with my cum from both holes.”
Oh shit, Kai. Talk about turning up the filth.
I loved it.
A split second later, and I was screaming into his palm as my pussy locked up, waves upon waves of intense pleasure sweeping through me, but Kai didn’t stop to ride it out. His fingers dug into my face as he held on tight, fucking me with his dick and his fingers at a frenzied pace until I felt his shaft pulsing inside me. The rush of liquid heat delivered exactly what he promised—for the first part, anyway.
He didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he released my face and pressed his lips to my neck, his breathing as hard as mine as he kissed my bruised skin. With his cock still buried inside me, he guided us both under the spray of water, washing away the blood still coating my skin with gentle caresses.
Neither one of us spoke as the blood-tinted water swirled around our feet and down the drain, then Kai proceeded to wash my body with soap. All without removing his dick from my pussy.
Some minutes later as he washed the soap bubbles from my breasts, his fingers toying with my nipples, I moaned. He twitched within me in answer, and I cast a surprised look over my shoulder.
“Seriously?” I whispered, shocked but not at all disappointed.
He just smirked back at me, then slowly started moving once more. He wasn’t totally hard again, so he only rocked back and forth an inch or so, but it was enough. My breath caught as his soapy fingers found my clit, rubbing me into another toe-curling orgasm while he was still getting harder.
“Fucking perfect,” he muttered as I quaked in his arms, my knees like jelly. My pussy was still clenching up, and I could feel how thick and firm he was again. “Never doubt how I feel for you again, Danny DeLuna. I’m in love, and every second we spend together, it only gets stronger.”
I moaned, blissed right the fuck out, but not totally stupid.
“No, you’re not,” I disagreed, “you’re just cunt drunk. You’ll get over it.”
A deep, angry rumble vibrated his chest, and he held me tighter. “Apparently, I should have kept you quiet for longer. You need time to process.”
I gave a short laugh. “Oh yeah? What—” Are you going to do about it?
Evidently, I didn’t need to finish that question. He pulled out of my pussy, spun me back around and shoved me to my knees. Before I could even form the whole question in my mind, I was choking on his huge cock.
He fisted my hair, holding my head still as he thrust deeper, blocking my airway. For a moment, a long moment, he stayed there and our eyes remained locked. But I knew how long I could survive without air, so this was laughable. To prove my point, I swallowed around his length, taking him deeper and teasing the underside of his shaft with my tongue.
“Fuck,” he grunted a moment later, pulling back just long enough for me to gasp a breath. Then he went to work, fucking my mouth with an edge of anger and frustration that I knew was from my denials.
When he came, I didn’t swallow immediately. I let him pull out, then extended my tongue to show him the slick mess in my mouth. He stared transfixed as I rolled my tongue, then swallowed deliberately, licking my lips.
I grinned when he didn’t move, seemingly at a loss for words, just gazing down at me. “We need to wash up and pack. The cleaning crew will be here in no time.”
He blinked slowly, then nodded and gently lifted me to my feet. Without a word, he tugged me back under the water spray and kissed me while he cleaned me up with soap and his hand. He only stopped kissing me when the water started turning cool, and I nudged him to get out.
“Do we have somewhere safe to go now?” he asked in a rough voice as we dried off and dressed. Kai didn’t have a change of clothes, so had to squeeze out his wet garments before putting them back on.
It was a question I’d been mulling over, myself, but I had an idea when the Hestia girl asked if I needed somewhere new.
“Yeah, I’m going to call in a favor from an acquaintance,” I murmured, dragging a brush through my wet hair. “Feel like coming back to Shadow Grove with me?” I winked and he gave a husky laugh.
“Siren, I’d follow you straight into the depths of Hell, and you damn well know it.”
That was half the problem with us. I did know it, I just didn’t know how to handle it.
26
Despite how preposterous Sabine had made it sound, dropping in on Jude at the library where she worked was exactly what I had in mind. After all, it made no sense to warn her in advance; she would just conjure up lies—if she had anything to lie about.
So that was how I found myself casually wandering the stacks of one of Europe’s oldest privately-owned libraries, hunting for a librarian rather than a book.
Jude was on the schedule for today; she should be here somewhere. But the longer I searched, the more suspicious I became. The young woman I’d spoken to at the customer service desk had said she was here, though. So where?
Perhaps she was down in the archives. The library had several subterranean floors of Guild-specific resources. Mainly journals and ledgers from the pre-digital era of the mercenary guild, but all valuable and precious. For such a secretive organization, we were also meticulous with documentation, and prior to computers being invented, it was all recorded by hand.
The main library floors were open to the public, but the Guild archives below ground needed a passcode. Not everyone in the Guild was given access; it was too dangerous. The sensitive information and history stored within those basement levels was far too important to allow any moron access, but luckily I had high-level clearance.
I tapped my foot impatiently as the small elevator descended to the lowest level, and the door rolled open excruciatingly slowly. But the lights were on, so that was a positive sign that someone was here.
Silently, I made my way further into the musty-smelling stacks of old books. I wasn’t the type of dipshit who called out to announce my presence, I much preferred to quietly sneak up on people and observe them a moment or two before alerting them to my arrival. So Jude never heard me when I found her.