Page 45 of Tarnished Embers
“Well,” Odette says, standing up, and we all turn to stare at her. I must admit that I’d forgotten about her presence entirely, Kit taking up all my attention. “I have a few things to sort out to prepare for our gathering. Ember, honey, would you be a dear and clean away the breakfast things? Then make a start on the guest rooms?”
“Sure,” I answer without thinking, my brows dipped low. It’s not that I don’t know how to clean, I used to help Mum back in our previous house. There’s just something about being told to do it, because even I know Odette isn’t asking regardless of how the words are phrased as such.
“Excellent, thank you.” She strides out of the room, her heelsclackingon the marble floor of the hallway as she presumably makes her way to my father’s office. His old office, I mean.
The sound echoes in my ears, and suddenly, it’s like I can’t breathe, the walls far too close. Everything feels so out of control, has been since Odette and the guys exploded into my life.
“Cinders, baby, breathe with me,” Cas’s soothing voice breaks through my panic, and my palm rises and falls, pressed against his chest. The pressure in my own loosens, and I find my lungs copying his, sweet oxygen filling them up. “That’s it, good girl.”
Blinking, his gorgeous face comes swimming into view, his copper eyes dark with concern.
“Thanks,” I breathe out, rubbing over the centre of my chest where my heart is only just beginning to slow down.
“Always, Cinders.” His hand squeezes mine, which is still held to his chest, and I love the heat that radiates from him.
The sound of a piece of cutlery clinking off a plate draws my attention over to the other side of the table, where Prince is lounging back in his chair while holding a spoon. Then he drops it, the sharp thud making me flinch when it hits the wooden floor.
“Pick it up, Sugar.” His voice is all dark command, and a shiver races up my spine, my panic dissipating in the wake of pure lust.
“What the fuck, Prince?” Cas snarls, shooting up from his crouched position in front of me. His face is tight, his nostrils flared as he faces his older brother.
“A lot has happened in the past few weeks, the past few days, Cas, and our little sister needs to let go for a while. Let someone else take the reins and just do what she’s told, don’t you, Sugar?” His words are gentle, but still full of soft command, like he knows me better than I know myself but wants me to recognise that and let him take the lead.
My hands tremble where they rest on my thighs, a sense of breathlessness coming over me. I think of Kit feeding me and how I didn’t have to lift a finger or decide if I wanted to eat. The relief I’ve felt since they came into my life, taking over and taking care of me.
“Yes.” The single word that falls from my lips might be quiet, but it packs one hell of a punch, all eyes turning to me, hunger in their gazes. They want to control me just as much as I want to let them.
“Then come over here and pick up the fucking spoon like a good little girl,” Prince orders, the sharp tone in his voice making me tingle all over.
I get up on shaky legs, Cas moving aside as I make my way around the table and stop in front of Prince. Holding his gaze, I sink to my knees between his splayed legs, not missing the way his green eyes darken to the colour of the forest at night.
The spoon is next to his left foot, and as I reach for it, I hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. Fire races across my skin, leaving my nerves prickling.
“For fuck’s sake, Prince,” Cas hisses, and I peer up to see Prince’s enormous dick in front of my face, the spiced rum scent of him mixed in with an all-male musk that has my mouth watering.
“While you’re down there, Sugar,” he drawls, an obvious challenge in his eyes, a dark brow raised. Looking back down, I pick up the spoon, rise on my knees, and then place it on the table before turning back to Prince. He holds my gaze, and my stomach flutters as my core heats at the idea of taking him in my mouth in the middle of the dining room.
Keeping our eyes locked, I shuffle closer, lowering back down until my mouth is a hair’s breadth away from his head, and as I glance down, I see that there is already pre-cum beading at his tip. I blow out a breath, watching as his thighs clench, a small smile lifting my lips at the thought that I can have such an effect on him without even a single touch.
He says nothing, doesn’t make a move to encourage me to swallow him, just lets me tease him with my breath for a few moments. Unable to resist any longer, my tongue darts out, gathering the pre-cum and letting the salty flavour coat my tongue.
“Fuuuck, Sugar,” he moans, a hand coming to the back of my head and resting lightly there.
Needing no more encouragement, I take him into my mouth, his low groan all I need to tell me he’s enjoying this slow buildup as much as I am. My thighs clench as I take more of him, going lower until he hits the back of my throat and I gag.
“You take his dick so well, Cinders,” Cas praises from the side, and I roll my eyes to look up at him, my lips wrapped around Prince. “Fucking beautiful.”
The praise does something to me, and I sink deeper, letting Prince fill my throat as I swallow around him. It’s difficult, he’s fucking huge and the stretch along my lips borders on pain, but I welcome the sharp sensation, using it to ground me in this moment and forget all about the past few days, weeks, and everything that’s happened to me recently.
I lose myself to giving Prince pleasure, using my hands to cup his balls and pump the part of him that won’t fit in my mouth, my saliva easing the way.
“Shit, your mouth is made to take me,” he rasps out, his voice pained as his grip on my hair tightens. “Let me fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, thrusting his hips and burying himself inside my throat as tears stream down my face, and I grasp his thighs and hold on. He snarls and growls as he pumps into me, pulling out, only to force his way back down my throat, and I’m so wet my panties and possibly leggings are completely ruined.
His dick suddenly goes impossibly hard, and I glance up through my tears to see his head thrown back, a deep growl leaving his throat as he pours hot cum down mine. I swallow every drop, not having much choice as I can barely breathe around him, and soon I become lightheaded with the lack of oxygen, but still, he doesn’t pull out. I wait, needing him to take the reins completely and command my every move.
Just as my lungs scream, my jaw aching, he withdraws, slumping back in his chair, his semi-hard cock lying against his thigh, glistening with my saliva. I take a gasp of air, my body trembling with a mix of desperate need and oxygen denial.