Page 35 of Locked Souls
“Hush, if you wake up our son, this shower is going to be very short.”
Giggling, I sit on the shower seat while he turns the water on and strips. Fuck, my husband is rock solid and delicious. My sleepiness disappears, and all I want to do is please him.
“Keep looking at me like that, Little Sinner, and I am going to fuck your face,” he growls, grabbing my arms and pulling me back to my feet, so he can devour my mouth. Reaching down, he lifts me by my hips, and I wrap my legs around his waist, hissing when his cock rubs against my clit.
“Levi, we can’t,” I pant against his mouth, kissing him harder.
“Fuck, Little Sinner, you are dripping down my cock,” he grunts, rubbing himself faster against my clit. My breasts tingle, and I know I’m about to leak.
“Levi, please,” I whimper and he dips his head, sucking on a nipple.
“Oh, God,” I moan, tipping my head back, letting the water run along my body. I know I should scold him about wasting my milk, but it feels so damn good. I’m close. I’m about to come, and he hasn’t even fucked me.
Moving his hands from my hips, I clutch onto his neck harder as he brings his fingers down to my slit, rubbing my clit fast while gently pressing into my pussy with just the tip of his cock.
My stomach aches, but I don’t care. “Levi,” I whimper, and he pinches my clit, making me see stars.
“Damn, baby girl, you're squeezing my cock so tight,” he groans, and I can feel the strain in his biceps. He’s holding himself back from pushing all of his length inside of me. Sucking my nipple harder, he drinks down my milk, and it’s the hottest thing.
“Let me down so I can suck you off,” I mutter and he pauses. Releasing my nipple, he licks up the milk dripping from the tip, groaning at the taste.
Bringing his lips to mine, I kiss him hard. His cock inches in a little more, and I whimper at the stretch.
“Nope, I’m not going to hurt you,” he says, placing me back on the seat. Gripping his cock, he jacks himself off, fast and hard, grunting with each movement. Shuffling towards the edge of the tile seat, I stick my tongue out and look him in the eyes.
His nostrils flare as he steps closer to me. Placing one arm on the wall above me, while the other is still wrapped around his cock, I finally get a taste.
Sucking his tip, I swirl my tongue around it, moaning.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good,” he grunts, and I smile around his cock before swallowing him whole.
It doesn’t take long until his hand is in my hair, controlling the pace, which is basically skull fucking me, but I don’t care. I love how he handles me, but also shows how much he adores me at the same time.
He cuts off my breath, but still rubs my cheek with his thumb gently, affectionately. He’s an anomaly, wrapped in a dangerous package, and I love him more and more each day.
With one more pump, his bitter taste explodes into my mouth, and I don’t waste a drop.
“Little Sinner, you are going to be the death of me,” he tells me for the millionth time, and I Iaugh, wiping my mouth as he helps me to my feet. I’m starting to ache, and all I want now is to cuddle in between my guys.
“Come on, love.” Levi hands me a towel, then offers me his hand as he walks me over to the bed, not caring that he’s dripping water all over the hardwood floor. Bast is there with a large T-shirt for me to sleep in.
Handing it to me, he leans over and gives me a quick kiss, not caring that I just blew Levi. My hubby turns, leaving us to go take his shower, as Bast helps me into bed, lifting the blanket so I can slip in under the covers.
“I love you,” he whispers, pulling me into his arms and I sigh. Shit may be hitting the fan, but as long as I have my guys, and my babies, things will be okay.
Chapter 11
Heading back to the Academy, I’m just waiting for a pile of shit to hit me the moment my feet cross into my office. I didn’t expect my ‘father’ to be asleep—well, more like passed out—on my couch. Bottles litter the ground around him, and the room smells like a stale bar.
“Well, I guess this is why he hasn’t returned Levi’s calls,” Jonas mutters, and I grunt.
I have known this man for almost my whole life. My grandfather would take me to The Societies meetings. I would color at the conference table while they chatted about things.
That’s how I met Levi. He’s a few years older than me, and we would play board games. So why did it take until I was almost murdered for him to confess?
Why not after my mom was killed? Or when I became The Dragon?
I have no love lost for the man who beat me instead of loving and raising me as a father should. I would have put a bullet between his eyes years ago, if it wasn’t for my baby sister, Kara.