Envy (The Damning Book 2)

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by Katie May


  bit down once before suckling the skin. Nibbling on it. This time, I couldn’t

  contain my groan. “I touch myself too.”

  My cock was painfully hard, throbbing almost, inside my pants. There

  was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and the damn thing was dead

  smack in the center. I pictured Z lying in bed, her hand between her slick

  folds.

  I was going to come in my pants.

  Her fingers fisted in my hair, and she eagerly brought my lips down to

  hers. I swallowed the appreciative moan she made in the back of her throat,

  prodding her lips with my tongue and demanding entrance. Everything felt

  instinctual to me, as if I had done it a thousand times before. There was no

  hesitation as my tongue tangled with hers in a choreographed dance. She still

  tasted sweet, despite being paralyzed for hours. Delicious.

  She salaciously grabbed my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging. Her

  eyes remained fixed on me. Gauging my reaction, perhaps?

  When I nodded once, encouraging her to continue, she reached for my

  boxer briefs and tugged them down. I froze, briefly, but any self-

  consciousness I might’ve felt disappeared when she ran her eyes over me.

  “God, you’re so fucking big,” she whispered.

  “Thank you.”

  Was that a thing people said? It felt appropriate. After all, she was

  complimenting my cock.

  And I had a rather great one, if I was being honest. Not that I had a lot to

  compare it to. Nobody would let me look at theirs and see-

  My thought cut off when her hand pulled at my balls. I whimpered, the

  feeling unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was ten times better than

  when I had touched myself there.

  “Wait,” I breathed, and her hand immediately released me. For the first

  time since I knew her, Z’s face turned a delicate shade of red, and she hid her

  face.

  “I’m so sorry, Kill. I just got carried away.”

  I cut off her ramblings with a searing, claiming kiss.

  “Don’t ever apologize,” I whispered harshly. I gently grabbed her hand

  and brought it back to my aching cock. “I want you to touch me.”

  I kissed her again, hoping she was able to feel all that I felt for her

  through the clash of our lips.

  “I don’t want to have sex tonight,” I stuttered, and if I expected

  judgement or anger, I was sorely mistaken. I shouldn’t have expected

  anything else, though. This was Z. She understood me better than anyone.

  “And it’s not because I’m not ready - because I am. I’m so fucking ready,

  you have no idea.”

  I leaned down to breathe her in before planting a kiss to her shoulder,

  directly where her dress was sliding down.

  “I want you, Z. I want to love you and fuck you and do so many other

  things to you. But I don’t want our first time to be like this.” My face heated.

  “I had it planned. I would make it romantic and shit with rose petals and

  candles and chocolates. I just...I want it to be perfect. I want-“

  She cut me off with a quick kiss. Her eyes were glittering with a

  suppressed emotion, and my heart hammered at what I suspected I had just

  seen.

  “It’s okay, Killian. You don’t have to explain yourself. We can go as far

  as you want.”

  As far as I wanted...

  “Take your dress off,” I whispered darkly. Huskily. I barely recognized

  my own voice.

  Eyes heated, Z made quick work of sliding the dress over her shoulders

  and shimmying out of it. My tongue turned to cotton in my throat when I

  took in - devoured - her scantily clad form.

  She wore only a white, strapless bra and matching panties. Panties that

  were currently soaked through.

  “You’re already wet for me,” I murmured in observation, and she let out a

  whimper. Huh. She liked when I said that.

  I grabbed the tip of my cock, using the pre-cum as lubrication. Slowly, I

  began to rub myself from tip to balls. My cock had always fascinated me.

  The velvety softness of the skin contradicting the hardness underneath.

  “You need to get naked, sweetheart,” I said softly. Because really, at that

  point, it just wasn’t fair. “Be a good girl and remove those clothes.”

  Once more, a needy whimper escaped her.

  Huh. Interesting.

  With a blistering speed, she unsnapped her bra and kicked off her panties.

  I made a mental note to undress her myself when we finally did make love.

  To take my time removing each article of clothing, showing her my love with

  each kiss to her soft skin.

  Worship her, the way she deserved.

  Breathing heavily, she glanced up at me. Waiting.

  For what?

  Instead of answering her silent plea, I took a moment to take in her

  perfect body.

  Her skin was porcelain in appearance, the occasional scar marring the

  perfect smoothness. Her breasts were large, quite easily a handful, and her

  pink nipples screamed at me, demanding me to put each one in my mouth as

  she had done with mine.

  Patience, I told myself firmly. The last thing I wanted to do was explode

  before we even started.

  I lowered my gaze, taking in her dripping pussy. Her legs were spread

  wide, offering herself to me. My own personal feast.

  I continued to rub my cock, eyes alternating between her nipples, lips,

  and pussy.

  “Touch yourself,” I pleaded and was shocked when my voice came out

  sounding authoritative. I was even more shocked when Z released a breathy

  moan.

  “Where?”

  “Touch those perfect tits,” I instructed. I fondled my balls, once, before

  moving my hand back down to the tip. Z’s eyes were fixated on my cock

  even as her own hands moved up her sides and to her breasts. Two fingers

  from each hand pulled and tugged at her nipples.

  “Shit, Z,” I whispered, awed. She was beautiful and perfect and mine. I

  had never been overly religious before, but I thanked God that I had gotten

  her.

  “Keep touching your breasts, but I also want to see a hand in those pretty

  pink lips,” I said. I figured if she had listened to me the first time, she would

  be willing to listen to me a second time.

  If the gasp of pleasure was any indication, she liked what I had said. A

  lot.

  One hand continued to fondle her breasts, her thumb circling around her

  nipple but never quite touching, while the other spread her pussy apart for my

  viewing pleasure. I groaned low in my throat, utterly transfixed as she jabbed

  a finger inside of herself.

  I erratically stroked the length of my cock in tandem to her own finger

  entering and exiting her liquid heat. She began to fuck her finger in earnest,

  jabbing a second and then a third inside.

  Her fingers pinched her nipple before moving to her neglected breast. She

  tested the weight before pulling her nipple out and releasing it. The

  momentum caused her boob to bounce, and she moaned.

  “Look at me,” I whispered harshly. “I want to see you come.”

  Her eyes lifted from my cock to my eyes and held them as she played her

  body like a violin. She knew which string to pluck
and when to pluck it, each

  moan that reverberated from her body a symphony of music.

  I could feel myself reaching the precipice of pleasure. One more tug, and

  I would be tumbling head over heels off a cliff.

  “Come for me, sweetheart. My love.”

  I exploded the same time she did. Our cries echoed in the large bedroom.

  My balls clenched painfully as I released the last of my seed onto the

  bedspread.

  “Fucking hell,” Z breathed, panting. She glanced up at me with doe-like

  eyes. “I didn’t know you fucking had it in you.” She sounded awed.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I admitted, standing up from

  the bed and moving to the adjacent bathroom. Turning on the facet, I wetted

  two towels before moving back to the bed. I gently cleaned Z off before

  rubbing the cum off my own dick. Our mixed seed still darkened the

  bedspread, but I was too lazy to send up servants to change the bedding.

  Instead, I grabbed a blanket from a chest near the foot of the bed and laid

  it overtop of the sex-drenched one. Z waited until it was sprawled out before

  climbing back on the bed, still naked. I curled around her, tucking my head

  beneath her chin.

  This was heaven. Bliss.

  It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

  “Kill?” Z mumbled sleepily. Her fingers were idly stroking patterns on

  the skin of my chest.

  “Yes, my love?” I asked, tentatively pressing a kiss to the crown of her

  head.

  “You don’t have to be a fighter or a protector for me to love you. You just

  have to be you.” The last words were nearly unintelligible, but I heard them

  as if they were screamed.

  Did she...?

  Did she just confess...?

  I didn’t want to hope, but my heart began pounding against my rib cage.

  All I could do was hold her closer against me. Surrounding her in my love. I

  languidly nuzzled her perky nipple with the tip of my nose.

  Before I could ponder her unintentional confession, I felt darkness

  encroaching at the edges of my vision. Sleep claimed me like a thief in the

  night, stealing away the last of my coherent thoughts.

  I fell asleep holding the love of my life in my arms, her confession of

  love hanging palpably in the air.

  TWENTY-ONE

  Z

  The Kings loved to hear themselves talk.

  I imagined they spent hours in the mirror, practicing their

  speeches and animated facial expressions.

  The send off was small - only the Kings and their sons present. I stood in

  the center of the throne room dressed in tight, leather pants and a black shirt

  that clung to me like a second skin. Over my shoulder, I had a bow and arrow

  set and a sword sheathed. On my wrists, I kept two throwing daggers hidden

  beneath my shirt.

  I felt powerful, exuding danger that no amount of haughty smirks from

  the Kings could replicate.

  A part of me missed the badass outfit - my ninja costume, as Mali had

  called it - that Diego had made me. One push on the magical pendant allowed

  me to completely transform into Z the assassin, not Zara the simpering maid.

  Complete with a black cloak, white mask, and a variety of invisible weapons.

  Unfortunately, the Kings had procured the pendant after The Damning

  had ended. Too much power, they had insisted.

  Too much my fucking ass.

  As the Mermaid King droned on and on - and the Incubus King released

  tiny sparks of his power straight to my core - I focused on the men present.

  Namely, my mates.

  Dair sat behind me, muscles taut and knuckles white where they gripped

  the wheels of his chair. He looked strikingly handsome today in his fighting

  leathers and with his golden hair slicked back. Beside him stood his three

  brothers. Tavvy and the twins, whose names I couldn’t recall. I would have to

  ask Dair at a later time.

  Lupe and Devlin stood behind their fathers, eyes intently trained on me.

  Killian stood off to the side, not next to his father but still close enough for

  the King to flaunt his ownership.

  My core tightened when I met Killian’s eyes, memories assaulting me of

  our time together only last night. The way he had taken control. The

  domineering voice. The lust emanating from his eyes. Who knew my sweet

  Incubus was an accidental dom?

  He offered me a salacious grin, completely unlike the timid man I had

  grown to care for, and I felt my own lips curving in response. Just as quickly,

  I shut that shit down.

  Now was not the time to lust over my sexy, seductive mate.

  Bash was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes flickering from his

  sleeping father to me. His expression was unreadable whenever he met my

  gaze. Seeing Bash brought back the aches and pains that had all but

  diminished after my time with Killian. It rubbed repeatedly at the wound until

  blood sputtered out, draining me.

  I wrenched my eyes away from Bash’s. Did he notice the pain and

  betrayal in my eyes?

  Did he care?

  Did I care?

  It was the latter question that bounced around in my head. It brought

  about connotations that I had accepted the mate bond and everything that

  went with it. Accepted Bash as one of my mates.

  The man barely tolerated me, keeping me at arm’s length as I did him.

  Still, my mind traveled backwards to when we had danced together, carefree

  and laughing. He had held me so tenderly, so reverently, as if he was afraid

  that I would dematerialize as quickly as I had arrived.

  That was one road I couldn’t travel down until I was sure of where we

  stood. Sure of what we both wanted.

  Jax and Ryland were both missing, and their absence slammed into me

  like a sledgehammer. I wasn’t necessarily surprised with Jax, but Ryland?

  Where the hell was he?

  I hadn’t seen him all day, not after the awkward stare off in my bedroom.

  I would’ve believed him to be mad at me if I hadn’t known him better than

  that.

  Everybody began walking towards the door at once, and I realized I had

  missed the dismissal. Oops.

  Frowning, I once more removed the map the King had given me when

  announcing my first task. My eyes traced the sloping lines adorning the

  crinkled page. No particular landmarks stood out.

  And then the description of the man I had to find and kill...or lack of one.

  I sighed heavily. This wasn’t a mission that they expected me to

  complete. It was a game designed for failure.

  “Dair,” the Mermaid King called, waving his hand. Dair’s jaw clenched,

  but he obediently wheeled himself towards his father. I remained standing

  near the entryway, watching their exchange with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

  The rest of my mates and their fathers had already been ushered out leaving

  only me, Tavvy, the Mermaid King, and Dair.

  Tavvy’s smile was smug, almost sardonic, when his eyes met mine. He

  offered me a wink that he probably thought was attractive, but came across as

  constipated.

  The King said something to Dair, and I watched my mate lower his head

  minutely. Reaching into his pocket, the King han
ded Dair a small bottle, the

  liquid continually changing colors in the artificial lighting. A spell, I realized

  dumbly.

  As Dair put the liquid to his lips, my fascination turned to horror when he

  keeled over, falling out of his chair.

  I ran towards him, ignoring Tavvy’s dark chuckle and the King’s

  expectant grin. Dropping to my knees, I pressed the palm of my hand against

  Dair’s forehead. His skin had taken on a ruddy tint, sweat plastering his hair

  to his forehead.

  “What’s happening?” I asked, fear tightening my stomach until it was a

  mesh of tangled nerves. I glared at the older man towering over us. King or

  not, if he had hurt my mate, I would end him. Painfully.

  Dair’s breathing evened out, but his eyes were pained.

  “Z...” he whispered helplessly, and it was only then that I got a good look

  at him. Where his stubs had once been, two legs sprouted out, the skin as

  golden as the rest of him. His toes flexed, wiggling, before he slowly

  stumbled to his feet.

  In my dazed state, I couldn’t help but think he reminded me of the little

  mermaid learning to walk for the first time. A laugh bubbled up, threatening

  to break free, at the accurate comparison.

  “It’s...it’s a miracle!” I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. Tears

  burned in my eyes, and I was not ashamed to admit that more than one

  escaped.

  Dair’s smile was sheepish when he looked at me, eyes haunted. Why was

  he not more excited about this? He could walk!

  Before I could stop myself, I threw myself into Dair’s arms and peppered

  him with kisses. He kissed me back instinctively, arms tightening around my

  waist before releasing me.

  The Mermaid King released a feigned gasp of shock, and I threw him a

  glare. “I know you already know. Don’t act so fucking surprised.”

  That expression of shock morphed into one of pseudo-sweetness. His

  eyes were bright, illuminating. It always struck me to see my mate’s blue

  eyes - the clearest shade of water - reflecting back at me from such a cold

  man’s face.

  “I had my suspicions,” he said evenly, that same damn amusement

  dancing in his eyes.

  “Not suspicions,” I hedged without hesitation. “You knew.”

  Shrugging a broad shoulder, he amended, “Does it matter what I knew?

  You should be grateful, little girl, that I gave him his legs back. It took years

 

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