7. Blaise

“Cole…” His name dances on my cracked lips in the early morning hours. The sun hasn’t risen yet as I blink my eyes open, suppressing a groan. Fuck, my head hurts.

I lift my head, confused for a moment. Where the fuck am I? I rub my eyes. The moon’s silvery light filters through Mia’s pink lace curtains, casting an almost magical light over the room.

“Were you dreaming of me, brother?”

I stiffen.

What the fuck?

My head snaps in the direction of the corner near the door.

Cloaked in shadows and mystique, Cole smirks. His long legs stretch out in front of him as he leans back against the wall. Fuck, he’s a vision, shrouded by the dark as though it’s his ally and protector. Or maybe his greatest weapon.

Sitting up straighter, I devour the sight of him. My heart thuds hard in the ensuing silence while we observe each other. I don’t want to talk first. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Why is he here?

Drawing his leg up, he rests his forearm on his knee. Even in the darkness, I can make out his long fingers, the leather bands around his wrist, and the veins that paint a roadmap on the top of his hand. He’s effortlessly attractive in a devastating way. We’ll ruin each other. It’s not a matter of if but when. We circle like magnets.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I glance around the room.

“Mia isn’t here.”

My attention skates back to Cole, who rises to his feet, the shadows thickening around him like the night.

“We’re alone.”

He emerges from the shadows, his large boots sinking into Mia’s white, fluffy rug. He’s even more breathtaking in the moonlight.

I struggle to focus when he runs a hand through his mussed hair before setting his eyes on me. Something pulses between us. Something elusive.

“I know what you did,” he says in a tone that caresses my senses like a whispered kiss against my collarbone. I shiver, watching his approach. This side of Cole is uncharted territory.

When he levels those intense eyes on me, I’m lost in an enchanted forest, called forward by a bewitching voice in the distance. My heart thuds harder, throbbing in my throat, and I wet my dry lips.

The floorboards creak beneath his weight as he comes to stand beside me. Anticipation thrums through my bloodstream, and I hold my breath while he slowly fingers the quilt, watching me the entire time. I drown in that drugging look. What will he do next?

He rips the quilt away, making me jerk.

“Cole?”

“Shut up for once.” Walking around me, he comes to a halt at the foot of the bed, and my lungs burn. I need to inhale a breath—just one. I’m caught in him and the curve of his sensuous lips.

He climbs onto the bed, cloaked in the night’s mysterious pink and silvery hue filtering through the lace curtains.

“Cole?” I question as his hulking frame stalks me, the mattress shifting beneath his heavy weight. “What are you doing?”

“I changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?” I ask breathily, my cock straining inside my unbuckled jeans.

“I told you to get your hands off me, that I’m not Mia.”

What is he talking about? When he curls his fingers inside my waistband, confusion mixes with the primal arousal coursing through me.

“I’ll make you feel so much better than she ever can.” Yanking down my jeans, he grips my weeping dick before I can choke out a response. My hips buck and I grunt, caught in his wicked eyes. Fuck me... A ragged exhale claws its way up my throat.

He strokes my length and swipes his thumb through the precum seeping from the crown. I’m caught defenseless against him with nothing but my waning dignity to keep me together. I’m a lost cause. Alone on this battlefield.

Choppy breaths hover on my lips as he leans down to drag his flattened tongue from root to tip.

“Fuck…”

Cole’s eyes flick up, a hint of fang gleaming in the moonlight. He slides his hand down the length of my cock, over the angry veins, then palms my balls and chuckles low, squeezing with enough threat to make my breath hitch. “You folded so easily. Look at you…”

Another squeeze.

Shudders ripple down my spine, and I tip my head back. He’ll be the death of me before the night’s end if he keeps touching me like this. I’m fucking dying, my cock throbbing and leaking. It won’t take much at all to make me blow.

“So powerless with your balls in my hand.” He massages them between his fingers, tracking my every quivering exhale. Leaning down, he grips my dick and sucks my balls into his mouth, slurping and groaning low in his throat.

My heart beats through my chest, and I clutch the crumpled bedsheet like my life depends on it. I can’t control my breathing anymore, not when he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin and squeezes my crown. More precum weeps from my dick, and I swallow down the saliva in my mouth as my hips shoot off the bed.

I’ve never been this aroused before. Mia gives good blowjobs, but this is on another level. Or maybe it’s not about the technique. Perhaps it’s him.

Dragging his tongue over my balls and shaft, he trails the angry vein that runs up the underside of my throbbing dick and swallows me down. He sucks me hard, his head bobbing before me.

White knuckling the bedsheet, I watch him bleed me dry of my sanity and self-control. He drives his sword deep, and I fall to my knees on our battlefield, staring up at his blood-streaked face. I should have known all along that I stood no chance against him. Not in a world where emotions are foreign concepts and nothing more than learned behavior for me. Yet this guy, this broken, ruined guy, makes me want to lose this war between us. Even if only for this moment.

As soon as dawn chases away the night, he better run. I’ll fuck him up for thinking he can catch me defenseless and exploit my weakness—my dick in his mouth.

Because fuck, I can’t fight back against this growing obsession.

I release the creased bedsheet and slide my fingers through his soft hair, gripping the strands tight. Fuck everything good and holy. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight. He slurps and sucks, humping the mattress while I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood on my tongue.

Someone could walk in any moment now, but I don’t care. I’ll murder anyone who sees him like this. Snap their fucking neck like a fragile twig. Bathe in their damn blood and use it to lube up Cole’s pretty ass.

And it’s that thought of bending Cole over and smashing his face into the mattress that finally tips me over the edge.

A strangled grunt chokes me as my cock pulses in his mouth. My eyes roll, head thrown back, as I reach a hand up to fist my sweaty strands until my scalp prickles with pain⁠—

I wake with a start, choking back a groan. My body shudders. Mia pops up from beneath the quilt, her hair disheveled and a wide grin spreading across her lips.

“Good morning, baby.” Her smile widens even more, and she crawls up my body and kisses me, slipping her tongue against mine.

I can’t think straight, reeling from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. What the hell just happened? Did I dream about Cole while my girlfriend blew me off in my sleep?

Mia’s chin is smeared with cum, and her breath is laced with last night’s alcohol and sex. She whispers against my lips, “Did you like your wake-up call?”

Dragging a hand over my face, I push up on my elbows and blink at her. What the hell happened last night? I executed my plan to perfection, but then what? I don’t remember a damn thing after carrying Mia out of the bedroom and tucking her into bed in a spare room so that she could sleep it off while I returned to the party downstairs. Samson and Jackson supplied me with alcohol, and I played along. I’ve perfected the social game, or so I thought…

Mia’s tangled hair is a rat’s nest on her head, and her lashes are clumped. She’s a fucking mess, but I’ll admit that she has never looked more enticing to me than she did last night while Cole fucked her senseless—a warm hole to empty his load inside.

I’m strangely stirred by the memory as I finger a strand of Mia’s matted hair. I rarely feel emotions past this ‘desire’ to control my environment and the people in it, but something about seeing Cole pump her full of cum piqued a deep-rooted curiosity in me. That need to control my environment has now homed in on him. Everything else fades in comparison to the overwhelming urge to possess him. I don’t even know what it is, but it quirks a finger at me from the shadows.

Mia’s cheeks redden when I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You surprised me.” I smack her ass, the sound echoing in the small room. “Sit on my face. Let me return the favor.”

What I don’t say out loud as she settles over me with her knees on the mattress on either side of my head is that I want to see if I can still taste Cole on her pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her down, sucking on her dripping pussy lips. I can, in fact, taste his dried cum as I feast on her puffy cunt. She writhes and moans. I’m usually bored, going through the motions of sucking and licking while she rides my face, but today is different.

My fingers bruise her pale ass. I lick her clean of Cole, stirring the darkness further, enticing and playing with the mysterious sensations he lures to the surface. Color me intrigued. I want more.

My stomach objectsto the scent of scrambled eggs and bacon, which greets us as we emerge from the bedroom.

Allie beams at us as she plates the food. “Just in time for breakfast.”

Unlike my girlfriend, Allie is dolled up to the nines.

With a wince, I collapse onto the chair, pulling Mia with me, if for no other reason than to provoke a reaction from Cole. He looks extra tormented today, dressed in last night’s clothes. I’m surprised he’s still here, tolerating Allie’s sunshine mood.

Shutting the fridge door more forcefully than needed, he stalks to the table and gives me a glare. Nipping Mia’s earlobe, I pretend I don’t notice his animosity while she giggles like a schoolgirl.

“Though judging by the sounds that came from your bedroom not five minutes ago, you’ve already had breakfast,” Allie teases.

I glance at Cole as I tug on Mia’s earlobe with my teeth. “I’m ravenous.”

“Gross,” Allie laughs, plopping down onto her seat and picking up her fork. Then she looks up at Cole with a frown. “Aren’t you going to sit?”

He pulls out a seat and lowers himself down. Tension radiates off him in waves, but Allie and Mia are oblivious as they discuss last night. Who fucked who, and who passed out where. All boring, mindless chatter I care little for.

I do, however, care a lot about the daggers Cole glares in my direction. I wonder what has gotten him so worked up this morning. It’s amusing as hell.

“Eat your food,” I say, smirking in his direction as I tip my chin.

Those long fingers curl around the fork, and he stabs the bacon on his plate, a muscle working in his jaw. The fork connects with the porcelain violently as he holds my gaze.

My dick jerks in response, and I lean in to sink my teeth into Mia’s neck. If he only knew we have both filled her hole, though not at once. However, that’s another stimulating thought. I wonder if she could take both our dicks if we had her trapped between us, using that pussy until she milks the cum from our balls.

Shifting Mia on my lap, I squeeze my now throbbing dick to ease the ache while I imagine what it would be like to feel his thick cock move against mine inside my girlfriend’s cunt, stretching that tight hole to its limit. Maybe even breaking her.

He finally looks away to inhale his food, and I watch his jaw work, his hair falling over his stormy eyes. Allie leans into him, and my interest piques further when he flinches. It’s sudden. Gone just as fast.

His eyes clash with mine again, and I raise a brow. What are you hiding? What are you not telling the world? Is that pretty girlfriend of yours not satisfying your needs?

After we’ve finished eating, I wash the dishes while Mia escapes to have a shower, and Allie locks herself in her bedroom to answer her mom’s phone call.

Cole hovers, leaning against the fridge like a storm cloud, watching me the entire time with his head tipped back and his booted feet planted wide, hands buried deep in his pockets.

I wait him out, soaping up the plate in my hands. The water is too hot, but I welcome the burn. I like the heady sensation of his eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.

What’s going on inside his skull? What is he doing here?

“Why did you drink so much last night?” he asks, his husky voice drifting over my nape like a caress.

I shrug, squeezing soapy bubbles from the sponge, imagining it’s his cock in my hand and I’m milking the cum from his balls. “Jackson challenged me to drink.”

“Jackson?” There’s an edge in his voice.

He’s on the move, prowling closer while I slide the sponge in a wide circle over the plate. I squeeze again, coaxing more creamy foam to the surface, and it slowly slides down my fingers. “You like that, don’t you, Cole? Give it to me.”

I smirk. “You sound tense.”

His heat lines up with my back, warming more than just my skin beneath the T-shirt. I feel him everywhere, his breath wafting over my neck to tease the short strands curling around my ears. I focus on the sponge in my hand and trail my thumb through the creamy foam. “Such a good boy for your little brother. Look at all that cum.”

“I told you to break up with your girlfriend. I’ll show the video⁠—”

I spin around and curl my fingers around the counter’s edge. “You’ll do no such thing, Cole.”

His jaw twitches, and then he scoffs, shaking his head. He looks away, but I grab his stubbly chin with my wet hand, momentarily transfixed by the foam seeping from between my fingers.

I pull him to me until his lips are a hair’s breadth away from mine, and he comes willingly, crashing into me like a furious wave. “Don’t play with me, Cole. You don’t know me. Trust me, you have no idea what I’m capable of if you corner me. I will bite, and it will hurt.” Turning his head, I brush my lips against his ear, feeling his dick twitch inside its denim confines. “Maybe that’s what you want?” I shove him away, and he stumbles back.

His eyes flicker briefly with an emotion that’s as unfamiliar and elusive to me as the organ that thuds harder behind my ribcage. He surges forward to trap me against the sink. “You want to test me, Blaise? Go ahead. Provoke me. See what happens.”

When he looks at me this way, it’s too much, so I focus on his clenching jaw and the slight hitch in his breath. Every part of me, from my throbbing heart to my straining dick, aches for him. We’re a toxic mess of pushing and pulling until one of us breaks. I’m not used to emotions or the onslaught of them as his intoxicating scent and venom assault me, seeking weaknesses in my shield.

“You want me to provoke you?” I ask, wetting my lips.

“If you dare,” he challenges.

Laughter climbs up my throat. Is he serious? Of course, I do. I flash him a wide smile, appreciating this side of him that takes no prisoners, that wants to see me fold.

“Oh, I dare.” Straightening up, I grab his dick through his jeans and palm the rock-hard length, making his breath catch in his throat.

“Interesting,” I muse, caressing the wet patch. “I saw how you flinched when Allie leaned into you earlier.”

His choppy exhales crash against my lips, but he doesn’t move away from my touch or tell me to stop.

Very fucking interesting, indeed.

I squeeze his dick, breathing a laugh as mine grows impossibly hard. “You’re not flinching now. Interesting, don’t you think? Remember the other day when the roles were reversed in the bathroom. You threatened to expose me to my parents and accused me of being aroused. Funny how the tables have turned.”

His throat jumps and he lifts his chin defiantly as though it takes everything in him not to beat me to a pulp. He wants to lay into me with his fists. Make me bleed.

This is a battle of wills. Who will fold first? Who will back down?

“Let me guess. She doesn’t satisfy you. Maybe you pretend to like pussy, when all you really want is to choke on a big, fat cock?”

This time, he slaps my hand away and steps back. I revel in the victory, watching him from beneath wavy strands of my dark hair. Ragged exhales split the silence as he fists his hands rhythmically, trying so damn hard to regain his composure. There’s a softness beneath the anger, a fragility I find more enticing than his next trembling breath or the lick of his lips.

If I had my way, I’d peel him open, layer by layer, until I get my hands on what’s hiding at the core of him. What’s behind that vulnerable look he throws at me.

Allie stumbles out of the bedroom, disturbing this tense moment of his walls crumbling to dust. “Phew, she never stops talking.” Her voice reminds me of nails on a chalkboard, and the urge to throttle her with my bare hands tingles at my fingertips.

Cole turns around and slams his lips to hers in a display meant entirely for me. I’m intrigued nonetheless as I watch the muscles shift in his stiff back. His fingers drift to her hip, teasing a soft moan from her lips, trailing over her skin where her tank top meets her shorts.

Amused, I push off the sink and saunter past them. He won’t fuck her. No matter how much he tries to convince me otherwise.

Before I turn the corner, I peer over my shoulder. Cole is already watching me from beneath his lashes while cradling his girlfriend’s face in his big hands and feasting on her mouth.

I lean against the doorframe and cross my arms, the muscles bulging.

Show me what you’ve got, Cole.

He kisses her like she’s the air he breathes, and I must admit that he does a convincing job, but he can’t fool me. We’re both chameleons in our unique ways, hiding behind impenetrable walls and cracked masks.

Chuckling, I step away, exiting the room.