by KC Kean
Releasing a sigh, I look over my shoulder at him, “Yes, I understand.”
With a smile of appreciation, he steps away for a moment, coming back with a thick fluffy grey towel, placing it beside the sink on the vanity. I don’t need instruction, I know he wants me to shift to stand in front of it. Resuming the same stance, of my legs shoulder-width apart, I do as he wants.
“Lay your face on the towel, Sakura, and place your hands at the bottom of your back.”
He isn’t forcing me to do it, he’s wanting me to make the decision myself. My heart swells, I’m giving him exactly what he needs, control. Kai still manages to gain that power while giving me the freedom to choose this.
As I slowly go to lay my face on the towel, Kai shuts the door to the en-suite. I pause in place, my eyebrow raised in question, as I continue to get comfortable. Lifting my hands to the bottom of my back, he must understand that I want an explanation from the look in my eyes.
“Your screams in here are mine, no one else’s,” he murmurs, the heat in his words zapping my core. Leaning forward, with my face in the fluffy towel, my ass in the air, with my legs spread and my hands behind my back, I feel vulnerable. The sexual tension outweighs my nerves.
I want this. No, I need this.
Laying the tie gently over my arms, he does nothing more with it, letting me feel the weight of the soft silk on my wrists. My eyes close, as I relax into my surroundings, enjoying the feel of his presence behind me, my desire evident as I feel it on my thighs.
I’m suddenly lost to the pleasure, as he sinks his cock all the way home. The little foreplay from earlier, mixed with how wet I already am, gives him the perfect friction inside of me. His cock drags against my walls until I feel his hips rest against my ass.
He doesn’t move for a moment, giving me a second to adjust, my pussy squeezing him as I try to catch my breath.
“Fuckkk,” he breathes out, his cock twitching as his hand strokes up my spine. The rare cuss from his mouth, only adds to my pleasure.
Slowly he pulls all the way out, leaving me empty, until he thrusts straight back in harder, faster.
“Holy shit,” I groan, my right hand slipping from my back.
Without missing a beat, he grabs the end of the tie, wrapping it around my right wrist and pulling it so my hand is on my back again. His next stroke inside of me intensifies with the feel of the restraint. I moan uncontrollably, as he holds my wrist in place and continues to slam into me. I can feel my face flush with the sensations, my nerve endings desperate to reach my climax.
I feel the silk of the tie wrap around my left arm, tightening to hold my hands together. My body can’t catch up with the caress against my skin, as he doesn’t slow his cock from pounding into me. I struggle to keep my balance, and in an instance, the room is spinning on its own accord.
I’m suddenly turned around, the tie releasing easily, letting my arms falling to my side before Kai lifts me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he brings his lips to mine. Making the most of the opportunity, I run my fingers through his dark hair, holding him close to me.
The press of cool wood at my back catches me by surprise. Pushed up against the door, I watch as he pulls my hands from his hair, making quick work of wrapping my wrists with the tie again. Tighter this time, before securing it over the hook at the top of the door.
Pulling my arms down a little, I feel the restraint, but I know I could lift my arms up enough to unhook them if I wished. Before I can catch my breath, Kai thrusts into my pussy, mixed with the stretch in my arms, I moan long and loud. My legs squeezing him tighter, as his mouth finds my nipple, biting and tugging on my piercing.
“Fuck, Kai. Fuck,” I chant, lost to the ecstasy dancing along my skin.
My gaze falls on the mirror, allowing me the view of Kai’s muscles coiling with tension as he fucks me into the door. His hands squeeze my thighs as he holds me in place, taking everything from me, while I freely let him.
As if lighting a stick of dynamite, I feel the ripple of my orgasm start in my toes, swirling against every inch of my body, before I finally explode against him. I scream as wave after wave of my orgasm hits me. I’ve never climaxed without stimulating my clit before, and it feels as though it lasts forever.
Looking deep into Kai’s eyes, I force myself to let him see how I feel. This is everything. The grin on his face is pure Kai, my handsome. Just when I think I’ve finally ridden out my orgasm, his fingers dig into my thighs, his cock slams into me erratically, bringing me to the edge all over again.
Watching as his jaw drops open, Kai’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he fills me with his cum. The pulsing of his cock inside me, sets my orgasm off again, my wrists pulling at the restraints as my body spasms with ecstasy again.
My heart pounds in my ears, as I slowly catch my breath, my head hitting the door with a thud. That was intense as hell, and I fucking loved it. Kai’s head rests against my chest, our sweat mixing between us. When he finally lifts his gaze to mine, there is a new level of softness in his eyes.
“You trust me, Sakura,” he murmurs, tasting the truth on his tongue.
“I told you I did,” I whisper, my throat raw from my screams.
He nods in response, before quickly releasing the tie from my arms. My hand falls to his shoulders, as I refuse to look away. The loving smile he offers me melts my heart. A glimpse into the soul of this man.
Without moving his eyes from mine, he walks us to the bathtub, turning the faucet on. Just as he sets me down, a bang comes from the door.
“Hey, you made her scream, dickhead. Let me in so I can shower with her,” Oscar shouts from the other side, and we both roll our eyes.
“You mean fuck her in the shower,” Kai calls back, his eyes on my lips.
“Well duh, what else was I supposed to mean?” Oscar grumbles, and I chuckle.
I fucking love my Aceholes.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
(Luna)
My eyes are still barely open, but my hand knows how to lift the mug to my mouth, gifting me with the strong taste of coffee. A chuckle from beside me at the table, interrupting my moment, and I pop an eye open to glare at Parker.
“What? You are all cute with your bedhead, and the inability to open your eyes,” he says, trying to defend himself, but it’s the look in his eyes that softens my glare. His eyes always say so much, and the love emitting from them right now makes me pause.
After telling Kai I loved him yesterday, being the first one to say it, doesn’t seem so scary anymore. The beating of my heart always increases just from thinking about it. Parker and I have our special hand gestures right now, and it warms my heart just as much.
Pointing to my eye, my chest, and then right at him, his smile widens as his face glows with happiness. He’s quick to repeat the movement and place a kiss to my forehead.
“Now let me drink my fucking coffee in peace,” I mutter, only making him laugh louder. I don’t know whose idea it was to get up before nine a.m. when today is our relaxation day before the second lot of games tomorrow.
Kai and Roman went to the on-site gym, while Oscar went to see his sister, leaving Parker and me to wake up. My body aches in all the right places today after Kai wrecked me yesterday. It still blows my mind how I trusted someone enough to restrain me. I never believed I would experience anything like that. Kai, always the observant warrior, knew exactly just how far he could push me.
Closing my eyes, I drink the rest of my coffee, feeling Parker's gaze on me the whole time. I can’t help but peek at him from the corner of my eye, sitting beside me shirtless with only a pair of grey jersey shorts on. His curly hair is still damp from the shower, making me itch to run my fingers through it. If I wasn’t so tired I would lick his feather tattoo right now. Every time I look at the ink, it makes my heart leap in my chest.
“Remind me why we are awake again?” I ask, giving him my attempt at puppy dog eyes, and he shakes his head at me.
“Oscar wanted to go see his sister then spend the day together, and because you’re all lovey-dovey, you smiled sweetly and said yes.” He takes a sip of his own coffee, amusement in his eyes as he continues to stare at me.
I flip him off with a roll of my eyes.
“Angel, why don’t you get in the bath and relax? That way you won’t get your face wet,” he offers, indicating the fresh bandaging on my face.
“It’s not as bad as you’re all making it out to be,” I grumble, but the thought of climbing into the bathtub sounds good.
“If you say so, angel. Now, the bathtub should be ready, since I turned the water on when I got out of the shower.” I stare at him for a moment in surprise.
“Why didn’t you lead with that?” I ask, rising to my feet, and remembering my manners. “Thank you,” I whisper, leaning over to kiss his lips.
“You’re welcome.” He pats my ass and winks at me. “Now, let me finish my fucking coffee in peace.” He smirks, throwing my own words back at me.
Heading straight for the bathroom, I turn off the faucets, the water and bubbles at the perfect height, as the smell of lavender fills the room. Taking off one of the guy's long tops, I throw my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head and step in, the heat instantly beginning to soothe my body. Lying back, careful not to make the water splash on to my face, I let my mind drift.
There is so much going on at the minute it’s hard to know what to focus on. Of course, The Games are the priority since we’re here right now, but I have so many unanswered questions. It might be a good idea to speak with Rafe today too. I can’t stop thinking about the fact that Dominic knew about my ‘Meu Tesouro’ embroidered bag.
A light tap sounds from the door before Parker sneaks his head in.
“Sorry, angel. Jess is on the phone, and apparently, you are only alive if she actually speaks to you,” he says with a raised eyebrow, and I smile.
“It’s fine.”
He places his phone on the side of the tub, hitting the speakerphone button so Red’s voice fills the room.
“Luna?”
“Hey, Red,” I respond, as I sit up, the water still hitting my shoulders.
Parker doesn’t hang around for girl talk, blowing me a kiss from the door before shutting it behind him.
“Luna, Parker said you were cut on your cheek. Are you okay?” Her voice higher pitched than usual, filled with worry.
“I’m fine, it didn’t even need stitches. Becky’s aim could have used some work,” I answer casually, trying to calm her.
“Becky? Becky did it? I hope you buried her,” she growls through the phone, and it makes me smile.
“The last time I saw her, she was bleeding out on the floor. I didn’t look back to check if she was still breathing or not,” I answer honestly.
“Why do you always attract the crazy bitches, Captain?”
Chuckling at her words, I shake my head. “Same way I attracted you apparently.”
“Not funny. Now, tell me everything.”
I hear her moving around on the other end of the phone, the sound of banging in the distance.
“There isn’t much else to say, except Brett is dead. Otherwise, it was the usual fucked up Featherstone event,” I respond casually, before she squeaks down the phone.
“Brett’s dead? How?”
“Oscar and Parker.” I sigh, ready to talk about anything other than what happened yesterday. “Is everything okay there, Red? I hate leaving you,” I say, trying to change the subject.
She doesn’t answer for a moment, making me worry, but she eventually sighs. “It’s fine. I’m just at Maverick’s, he’s now decided I can’t go to classes unless someone he trusts can watch over me. Aid and Wes- uhhh, and, uh, when, uh, he tries to make me do more Combat training, I want to throttle him.”
“Do you need me to talk to …”
“Nope. No, don’t talk to him. I’m fine, it’s all handled, no stress,” she interrupts, sounding flustered. Clearly, she doesn’t want to rock the boat, and I won’t get involved if she doesn’t want me to. I just want her to be safe while I’m not there, and I’m glad he’s taking it seriously.
“Okay. Oh, actually I have a huge favor to ask. I think I want to go through the bag the agent mentioned. Do you think you could get it to Ian, the driver at Ace block, and have him bring it up here?” I don’t know what it is, but I feel like I have the strength to do it now, and I don’t want to lose my courage.
“No, of course, I’ll have Ai-err,” clearing her throat she tries again. “I’ll get that sorted now, and send you a text as soon as he’s on his way. Okay?”
“Thank you. You know you can talk to me about anything, right, Jess? I’m always here. I’m sorry I forced you to stay with a tutor. I just need you safe, and he’s one of the few I trust,” I murmur, hating that I’m making things difficult for her.
“Is that Luna?” I hear someone ask in the background, and I frown in confusion.
“Is West there?”
“Uhh, yeah. He’s friends with Maverick, and he wants to speak to you,” she answers, and I can tell she’s already handing the phone over, her voice getting quieter towards the end.
“Luna?” West calls out down the phone, and the concern in his voice makes me smile. I may not remember a lot of my childhood still, but I know a worried West when I hear one.
“Hey, West,” I murmur, relaxing into the water as I prepare for his questions.
“Are you okay? What game have you just done? Please tell me you haven’t lost anyone. Are you resting today?”
“My god, West, calm down. I’m fine, honestly, I’m okay. We had The Tunnel, I hadn’t heard of it before we got here.”
“The Tunnel? I haven’t either, I’m sorry I couldn’t prepare you for it beforehand. Is everyone, uhh, still alive?” He asks, and I can feel him cringe at the question, but under these circumstances, it is very valid.
“West it isn’t your fault. You helped me as best as you could, and I appreciate it. We’re all still breathing, but there are potentially three students dead. One might be because of me too,” I whisper, wanting to be honest with him as I try to find the same sense of friendship we once had.
“It is not your fault Luna Moon, you do what you have to do to survive, do you hear me?” His voice filled with steel and determination, and I’m grateful for his protective instinct.
“I hear you, now calm yourself. You’ll be throwing off some alpha vibes, and Red is likely drooling over you like a character from one of her books or something,” I say with a grin, and he chuckles in response.
“Can I have my best friend back now?” Red asks in the distance, and I really miss her sass.
“Sunshine wants you back, Luna Moon. Be safe, okay?”
“See you soon,” I respond before Red’s voice fills the room again.
“I miss you, Captain.”
“I miss you too, Jess. Are you sure everything is okay? I can leave the bag for another time if it’s inconvenient?” I murmur, trailing my hands through the water, worrying about her there without me.
“Everything is great, Luna, honestly. Now, let me get this arranged. Speak soon, okay? Now, stay safe,” she calls out before the line goes dead.
Releasing a sigh, I mentally start to prepare myself for what lies ahead today. Finally seeing what’s inside that bag may be able to answer some questions for me. Quickly washing my body, I step out of the tub, wrapping a towel around me so I can head to our bedroom to get dressed.
Stepping into the lounge, I jump at the sound of the main door opening at the same time. A girl bounces in, with Oscar chasing behind her.
“Stop being a little brat, Niamh,” he grunts, but she doesn’t respond. Instead, she stands on the other side of the sofa staring at me.
“Oh, hey, baby girl. You look edible, let me get rid of the brat, and I’ll show you how much,” he winks, making this girl gag.
“That’s fucking disgusting, Ozzie. A girl tha
t pretty does not let you near her flower, no way.” Her head whips between us, and it takes me a minute to catch on that this must be his sister. They’re the double of each other, she’s just a younger female version of him.
Her long blonde hair is perfectly straight, and her bright blue eyes sparkle just like Oscar’s do, full of mischief and trouble.
“Shut up, Niamh. She’s my wife, of course she does,” he growls, frustrated as he swings his arms out wide, looking for backup. As if on cue, Parker steps out of the kitchen.
Niamh looks me straight in the eye, serious as hell. “You should have married that one.” Her head turns back to stare at Parker, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights. I can’t stop myself from chuckling at her. I can guess where she gets her humor from.
Finally finding my voice, I smile, “I did. I married all of them.” I feel too pleased with myself when I say those words out loud and she gapes back at me.
“You greedy bitch,” she mutters, in a state of shock, and I laugh hysterically.
“Niamh, I swear to god…” Oscar’s rant is cut short when Kai and Roman step in, tops off, and sweat glistening on their perfectly chiseled bodies. I momentarily forget what’s going on as I just stare at them.
“You had these three hot specimens, and my brother somehow convinces you to still include him. Are you crazy?” Niamh questions, not moving her eyes from Kai and Roman either.
“Niamh, get out right now.” Oscar scowls, finally wrapping his arm around his sister and leading her back out. “And you two, cover yourselves up. She does not need any more encouragement,” he grumbles, slamming the door shut behind them.
Even with the door shut, I can still hear her scream goodbye down the hall. Well, that was an experience. No one else has moved, still trying to catch up with what just happened.
“I need to speak to Rafe, and Ian is going to bring my bag from the vault over so I can finally see what’s inside,” I say, bringing everyone to the present.
“Whatever you need, Princess. We’re in this together,” Roman says, walking towards me. When he stands in front of me, he lifts my chin, planting a chaste kiss on my lips before checking my wound.
