Page 50 of These Family Ties
Owen growls again, sending a shiver down my spine. “I, thank you. I’m okay, though. Promise.”
He stares at me expectantly, and I squirm in place, unsure how else to defuse the tension in the air. Owen growls a third time, and I turn to him with wide eyes. He’s staring with a look I can’t decipher. I look back at Nate and smile again. “Nate, this is my O—my guardian, Owen Walsh.” The look on Owen’s face has morphed into something dangerous, and my mouth goes dry. “Seanathair, this is Nate. He’s… a friend. From school.”
Nate scoffs, and the scowl marring his face makes me jerk back a little. “Friend, huh? Is that what we are?”
My heart races. While we’ve had some heavy makeout sessions, we have yet to put a label on our relationship. I don’t even know if I want a label with him. Not anymore. I open and close my mouth a few times, hoping for a response to come to mind and nothing comes. Nate scoffs again, stepping forward. “Seriously, Kyrie? I don’t think—”
Owen jerks past me, pushing Nate out the door onto the step. “If Kyrie says you’re friends, you’re fucking friends. Get off my property.”
Owen’s presence fills the space so wholly it’s choking. Warmth pools in my lower belly with him coming to my defense. He always will; he’s my guardian, but after what happened, his motives are… different. I’m sure of it. That realization has panic seizing my chest all over again. Even more so when Nate’s eyes meet mine over Owen’s shoulder. Anger swirls in their bright-blue depths, and a ticking in his jaw tells me just how much this whole interaction has pissed him off. I’ll have to address that. Soon. I can’t right now, though. Not when the walls feel like they’re closing in on me because it’ll be just me and Owen again in a moment.
Nate’s smirk as he leaves does me in. “I’ll see you soon, Kyrie.”
Heart pounding and adrenaline pumping, I turn around and race up the stairs before Owen can close the door and I have to face him. I run into my room, closing the door behind me. My breathing is ragged as I walk to my bed and sink down onto the mattress. I clasp my hands over my lips, the memory of the kiss ringing in my head once again.
Why did he do that?
A gentle knock on my door has me tensing. My breath freezes in my lungs as I sit and listen, waiting.
“Kyrie?” Owens’s voice comes through the door, but I don’t respond. I can’t. I’m not ready. After a few more tense moments, his footsteps retreat, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
What do I do?
I sit there on my bed, breathing through the panic and crash of adrenaline. When my breathing finally evens out, the rush of emotions leaves me feeling exhausted. After stripping myself of my jeans and bra, leaving me in a T-shirt, I pull my feet up onto the bed and curl into a ball. I throw my covers over myself and stare at the wall, wondering what the fuck happened today.
My whole world has been turned upside down. Feelings I never thought to examine too closely are roaring to life. Thoughts I never put too much concern into are suddenly all I can question. Fantasies I never thought to bring out of the dark depths to the light of day are dancing in the forefront of my mind. My seanathair kissed me. I kissed him back. Those two thoughts swirl endlessly in my mind until the bliss of a dreamless sleep takes me under.
Owen
I’m not sure how long I’ve been standing here. Hours maybe? Has to be, considering it’s been dark for a long time. The moon moving through the sky while the stars twinkle is the only light I have.
My princess ran away from me and put a barrier between us. The white painted door has been my only view for however long she’s been in there hiding from me since I fucked up.
Fuck, why the hell did I kiss her? I swore to myself I would never burden her with my feelings for her. Yet here I am breaking every rule I’ve ever given myself. I touched her, I tasted her. It was wrong, it was vile, it was fucking exquisite. My cock thickens in my pants at the memory, and a growl rips from my chest. I pace in front of her door to expel the excess energy rolling through me, but it does nothing to dispel my thoughts.
She kissed me back.
The unwanted thought worms its way into my consciousness, and my heart starts pounding. I can’t let those thoughts linger, except… she did kiss me back. I felt it. The way she dug her claws into me and pulled me in, her body melting into mine.
Maybe that’s why she ran. Maybe… she’s afraid of her feelings as much as I’m afraid of mine. That train of thought tumbles head over feet until every impulse I’ve repressed is roaring. The carefully constructed wall I built crumbles until I no longer have a good reason to stay away from her. Her lips on mine shattered my reality. Shattered everything I thought I could be to her. Shattered the lie that she isn’t mine.
Everything’s changed.
My pacing comes to a stop with the groundbreaking epiphany, and I stare at her door once more. The overwhelming urge to check on her has been riding me all night. Hence why I’ve been standing here since that fuckboy left. That is a whole other problem I will have to deal with. I don’t like the way he talked to her or looked at her. He has to go. She called him a friend, which he didn’t seem to agree with. Too bad. Kyrie is mine. With that thought, I swallow down every lick of common sense I have and place my hand on the door handle. It gives under the weight of my hand, and I slip into her bedroom without a sound.
After closing the door behind me, I move to stand by her bed. The room is dark except for the soft glow the moon casts through the window over her sleeping form. Kyrie’s dirty-blonde hair fans out in a halo around her head. She’s turned over almost to her back, one leg bent under her while the top one is straight. Her T-shirt from earlier is the only clothing she wears. Her creamy thighs on display make my mouth water, and the hardened points of her nipples peaking her shirt have my cock thickening again.
Desire and possessiveness drive me forward, and I lean over to trail my fingers up her thighs. She shivers under my touch, and I lower myself down until I’m perched on the bed next to her. I slide my fingers up under her shirt, dragging the material up to reveal her lace-clad pussy. A groan escapes me, and I freeze when she shifts in her sleep. She settles again almost instantly, so I push her shirt up higher, revealing her supple breasts, then lose all control and capture a rosy bud in my mouth, swirling my tongue and flicking the hardened peak. Before I can think, I’ve cupped her other one in my hand, rolling her nipple between my fingers while I lavish this one with my tongue. Her back arches ever so slightly so she can meet my mouth. I release her nipple with a pop, then after ensuring she’s still fast asleep, I switch and give the other the same treatment.
When I’m satisfied with that, I lean back and stare at the way her chest rises and falls with her panting. Her legs shift in her sleep as arousal courses through her. I wonder.
I shouldn’t, it’s beyond wrong, but now that I’ve started, I can’t stop. I scoot down the bed and place my hands on her thighs. With careful movements, I spread her legs, revealing the wet spot on her panties. Before I can think twice, a groan slips free and I bend down to inhale the scent of her arousal. Her hips buck upward, seeking more as I place a gentle kiss to her clit through her panties. I oblige.
I kiss her again and again, licking up her center over the lace covering her, and she moans. I can’t stop myself. Gently easing my finger under the soaked material, I move it to the side, revealing her perfect, pink pussy. My cock throbs in my pants at the glistening arousal coating her lips. Flattening my tongue against her, I lick through her folds, gathering her cream on my tongue. I moan against her, already addicted to her taste as I go back for more. Working my tongue through her folds and exploring every inch of her, memorizing her body. I suck her clit into my mouth, and her hips buck up again. Swirling my tongue around the bundle of nerves, she gyrates, grinding into my face. I drag my tongue down again, dipping deep into her opening and tasting her thoroughly. She gushes more arousal all over my face, and I groan, my cock so hard it hurts in my pants.
She’s close, and I want to see her face when she falls apart. I lean up, easing the tip of my finger inside of her but freeze when I feel resistance. Looking down, I realize I’m barely past the first knuckle.
Then it hits me. A feral sound rumbles my chest; my princess is still a virgin. My cock throbs, and I grind into her bed. Knowing no one has touched my princess, that no one will touch her, satisfies the beast inside of me. Kyrie will only ever know my touch. I’ll make sure of it.