Page 57 of We Three Kings
So very, very careful.
I circle her clit before trailing lower, flicking a few times between her glistening folds. I stop low and press against her forbidden hole. When she gasps from interest rather than revulsion, I grunt like a beast knowing how amazing exploring everything with her is going to be.
I return to her cunt, allowing myself to breach her lips with just the crown. Short, controlled thrusts are mind-blowing yet maddeningly torturous. “Look angel. Watch what it looks like when I fuck you.”
She does watch. Even in the dim light I see her pupils dilate, flaring with a primal desire matching mine.
My hips rock into her, barely hanging on to control. When she reaches down to touch me where I’m inside her forming anus, I know I’m going to come. Her first.
Dangerously close to forcing me deeper, she clutches me like a lifeline. Her head falls back, unable to see our connection any longer. Thank fuck.
I thumb her clit and she explodes, creaming on the first few inches of my cock. I pump myself—still without fucking her like I need to—until I come too. White streams spray on her and in her.
I scrape the rivulets from her skin with my fingers and shove them inside her. Even if I can’t take her tonight, she’s mine to fill. Crooking my finger coated with my seed, I find the spot that makes her cry out. A tiny release that shudders through her before her legs collapse.
With her sprawled beneath me, I know she’s spent. I don’t want her to get cold and drag the heavy blanket over us, tucking the edges under her side to ensure she’s warm. Exhausted, she snuggles in. Hopefully with her this relaxed, my question about meeting my father won’t freak her out.
Seraphina
As we sit at their kitchen table for our customary Monday night dinner, a look passes between Bree and Alex which makes me suspect they know something I don’t. She hands me the raspberry-lemon vinegarette for my salad while I wait for her to let me in on the secret.
I’m not sure if I should be excited or worried.
She keeps her attention on her dinner as she pierces her fish. “Megan is having people over on Thursday, and she said you’re welcome to come too. You really ought to go over there.”
The secondhand invitation feels awkward. I think if Megan wanted me at her party, she would have asked me directly. I know Bree feels guilty about going to her grandmother’s house for the long weekend and doesn’t want me to spend the holiday by myself.
Fortunately, I’m not.
Unfortunately, she won’t like who I’m spending the day with.
I feign a casualness I don’t feel and slowly drizzle dressing over the tomatoes, cucumbers, and avocado slices. “Actually, I already have plans. Balthazar invited me for Thanksgiving, and I saidyes.”
Instead of putting the bite of salmon into her mouth, Bree sets the fork back on her plate. I hate the disappointment on her face. Her distrust of him remains strong despite how much I try to prove to her otherwise.
Alex gives her a terse headshake, sending a wordless message, before turning to me. “I’m glad you’re not going to be alone. I hope you have fun.”
I know he’s sincere regarding both points. Family is important, and as much as I sincerely appreciate how they’ve made me a part of theirs, I hope they believe me when I say I’m not upset about their trip. They really need to spend time visiting her aunts, uncles, and cousins.
Plus, Alex has softened toward Balthazar over the past few weeks seeing how good he is to me about Casey and everything else.
Bree sighs. She seems to appreciate the fact that Balthazar is just as concerned about me as they are regarding the attack. But so far, his attentiveness isn’t enough for her to completely trust him.
“If we weren’t leaving, you’d be with us.”
I’m not sure if that’s true. I would definitely spend part of the day with them, but I’d celebrate with Balthazar too. I feel so caught in the middle.
Nevertheless, Balthazar deserves for me to stand up for him the way he stands up for me. “I would’ve loved to spend Thanksgiving with all of you at the same time. But if you didn’t want to do that, I would have spent the afternoon with you and the evening with him.”
My friend’s eyes widen, and she jolts backward. I guess my candor surprises her. Balthazar makes me feel brave.
“You really like him, don’t you?”
I can’t help but grin. “Yes, very much.”
She sinks down into her chair as if all the fight has left her. “I want to like him too. I really do. But I’m just not sure.”
Alex covers her hand with his, calming the anxiety persisting in his girlfriend. He knows how difficult it is for her to accept my decision.