26. CATALINA

TWENTY-SIX

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I groaned, wiggling my ass to get closer to the hard body pressed against my front. My breasts smushed against the broad, muscled chest and I pinned my hands between us. So comfy . . . and safe . . .

My lashes fluttered and I met piercing blue eyes. Instead of the teasing expression I expected to see, it was serious and searching.

Jax.

My lips parted and I was about to yank back, but he tightened his grip. I blinked at him, my cheek pillowed on his bent arm. I was in a different bedroom, but that was all I could tell from my vantage. Licking my lips, I searched for words, but nothing would come. His gaze lasered in on my mouth.

“What—” He cut me off, swiping his tongue against mine. Hovering over me, he nipped my bottom lip. I sucked in a surprised breath. I expected him to push away from me or spout nonsense about being disgusted—not this. His eyes heated, a sultry look in them that made my stomach dip. Lust flushed my body and I wiggled my hip into the bed. Jax’s hold flexed and his palm dragged up my body, lifting my shirt to my neck and exposing my breasts.

I gasped, detaching from Jax’s possessive caresses. His thumb and pointer finger gripped my chin and he forced my gaze to his.

“I’m going to fuck you, Kitten.” I sucked in a deep breath, my eyelids fluttering from the electricity tightening my throbbing pussy.

His muscles bunched beneath the skin containing them. I tipped my head back to look into his eyes. Jax lifted his hand to my cheek, and he pressed his thumb to my mouth. A wicked grin spread on his lips as he dragged the damp digit to my nipple, then trailed them lower and lower until his large hand engulfed my hip, clasping it tightly.

He flipped me with such ease it took my breath away. My cheek pressed into the mattress.

On instinct, I fought to turn back around, but his palm pressed between my shoulders, forcing my chest to flatten on the bed. My hands pressed into the bed next to my head and I was about to forcefully push up when his teeth sank into my shoulder.

I went limp, moaning as Jax dragged blood out of my body. He lifted his head and lazily licked the wound once. The bed jostled as he pushed to his knees. I remained in place as his hands skimmed down my sides and gripped my bare thighs. His thumbs pressed into my ass cheeks as his fingers wrapped around my hips, teasingly near my pussy. My face was warm from lust and embarrassment, but I wanted to be filled so bad.

Jax dragged me back, forcing my ass higher in the air. I yelped at the sudden movement and exposure of my sensitive flesh. The cool air made my drenched state startlingly clear. Nerves curdled in my stomach and I tugged once to get free, face blistering. There was something so erotically charged about being so vulnerable and at the mercy of the vampire that didn’t like me.

He stilled my hips and a sudden swipe of a wet tongue had me sucking in a deep breath and groaning into the mattress. I bunched the sheets in both fists as Jax’s tongue prodded my entrance and slowly swiped upward to the bud of my ass where he swirled his tongue.

The suddenness there stiffened me, but he chased it away by slipping his tongue into my wet pussy.

A moan crawled from my throat and my toes curled.

The bed jostled again as he lowered the angle he had me at and his hard cock prodded my entrance, slowly dipping in and out in a shallow thrust, again and again until I was wiggling in his hold. My fingers gripped the bedsheet, and I arched my back, but nothing I did forced him to give me what I wanted.

“Jax,” I whimpered.

“Quiet, Kitten.”

The order had me pressing my lips tightly together. Stilling, I gritted my teeth. The shallow touch of his dick retreated, and I whimpered. Frustration was about to make me snap. Fortunately, I held my tongue and in the next second he thrust into me so hard I lurched forward. Jax slammed me back on his shaft and fullness overtook my channel.

I sucked in a deep breath as his cock prodded my cervix. The sensation verged on pain, but I wanted more.

Jax didn’t leave me waiting for the full sensation. He slid out and slammed back in, hitting a spot deep inside that hollowed my stomach. Dear God, I would willingly give up one of my designer bags to feel this over and over again.

Tears came to my eyes at the pressure, and I whimpered but wiggled for more. I pressed my palm into the mattress to turn to look at him, but he forced my head down. I frowned into the mattress, but my irritation faded as he started a relentless pounding rhythm.

A tremble began at my toes and coasted up my spine. Spikes of pleasure sparked and spiraled across my body. My arms gave out and I flattened on the mattress. His rhythm made my nipples rub against the sheets and the added sensation made my toes curl.

Fuck this felt good.

The pressure tautened and erupted in an explosion of starbursts behind my eyelids with my pussy clasping his dick helplessly. My legs twitched with each and every one of Jax’s uneven thrusts. His grunts and moans floated to my ears, heightening my pleasure.

He stilled against me with a ragged breath and then his dick spasmed in my channel, setting off a secondary orgasm.

I panted, slumping against the bed as Jax’s chest pressed into my back. He grabbed my chin and squeezed as he forced me to look at him. His lips hovered close and called to me, so I leaned toward him and pressed my mouth to his. He stiffened for a beat and I slid my tongue across the seam of his lips. Exhaling sharply, he gave in, meeting my tongue with his, his hand cupping my chin in a hard clasp.

He groaned into my mouth and lifted; his breath fluttering the hair around my face. I looked into his lustful eyes. Sweat cooled me as my heart rate lowered. There was a comforting warmth in my belly—a fullness. I tilted my head to the side, sweeping my hair over to expose my neck.

“Kitten...” The way he rumbled my nickname made my toes curl. His eyes flickered red.

“Catalina.”

My name was said in a stiff tone, making me tense up. Lifting my head toward the voice, I found Asher watching with his jaw tight and eyes angry.

There was accusation there. That and unbridled anger. I frowned. Why did he seem so pissed? I nudged Jax, but he didn’t release my hips and his hardening cock twitched in my channel.

“What are you doing?” Asher snapped. My shoulders hiked at the tone. He was livid. And I was just so fucking confused as to why. Jax tugged me back until he sat with me fully speared on his dick. A moan crawled free and my face warmed. “I thought she disgusted you, Jax?”

Jax’s hands at my waist forced me up and down his cock and I sucked my lips into my mouth. This felt so good, but he shouldn’t be fucking me in front of his brother, right? That was wrong. Jax repeated the motion and one of his hands slid to cup my breast. I was back to not caring. I wiggled on the hateful brother, body hot and needy.

Jax repeated the motion and I couldn’t stop my helpless moans. Asher watched my pussy suck him inside me and lifted to my expression as I ground on Jax.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck her.”

The words slapped me across the head. A really big part of me wanted to say fuck it, but I had pride. What was there not to like about me? I sniffed in offendedly and stilled.

I sank my teeth into my lip until it hurt and forced myself off his delicious cock. Jax’s hand pressed into my spine, but I smacked it away. He stared at me stunned as I bounced to the edge of the bed and hopped off. My action stunned me too, but they would have killed me already if they wanted to, right?

I didn’t bother saying anything to Jax, I just scooted off the bed, stood with my shoulders squared and walked out like cum wasn’t sliding down my inner thigh.

I needed space. And I needed to pee so damn bad. I glared at Asher as I walked by. He grunted, and his hand flashed out. Somehow, I managed to twist to the side and avoid it.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I mumbled and widened my stride, but he dogged my steps down the hall.

“What is going on between you two?” I ignored the question. “I didn’t know you wanted to fuck him.” The bitter, petty words boiled my blood, but I didn’t turn to face him.

He hounded my heels, practically stepping on them. My footsteps pounded down the steps and I gritted my teeth.

“Pet. Stop a moment.”

I careened to a stop at the front door and crossed my arms. My state of undress was made remarkably clear, but I didn’t want to run around looking for more clothes. At least the important bits were covered.

“You said you don’t believe in monogamy, Asher. Why are you acting upset?”

He raked his fingers through his hair, scraping the strands back.

“I know what I said.”

I peered closer at him as his jaw twitched. His nose flared and his chest moved up once sharply. He must be feeling something intently if he had to take a breath.

He seemed to be working through something, but my skin itched, and I was practically dancing in place with the need to pee.

“We’ll continue this later,” I muttered and yanked the door open. I was down the drive quicker than I’d been before, crows seemingly watching my descent. Smoothing the end of the shirt tightly over my ass, I rushed the distance to my house. The clang of their gate ricocheting off metal echoed to me.

My foot slid over the wood board of the porch and a pinch assaulted it.

“Fuck!” I lifted my leg, hopping the rest of the way to the front door. It was a splinter. It had to be, nothing else was as searing as a splinter. I whimpered. I couldn’t wait until I was in the shower, basking in the water?—

The doorknob twisted but didn’t budge.

Are you kidding me right now?

I squeezed my fists so tightly they popped. Suck it up, Catalina. I half-limped down the steps and made sure to not drag my foot to avoid another splinter and rounded to the side of my fence.

Pressing my fisted hands to my waist, I took in the height. I pushed to my toes and reached my arm over, trying to reach the latch. With my nose wrinkled, I strained, the lip of the wooden fence dug into my arm uncomfortably.

No more splinters, please. I wiggled my fingers, trying to get it to flip, but it was a no go.

“Do you need help?”

I screeched and jumped back, but only managed to ricochet into the fence when the arm of the shirt caught over one of the fence boards.

The breeze against my ass told me just how much I was on display. I squeezed my eyes shut. How embarrassing.

A snorting laugh sounded from behind me and a weird half-growl half-huff escaped my mouth.

“Are you just going to stare?” I mumbled and narrowed my eyes at Asher. In a few steps his arm was around my waist and his front was pressing into my back. The strain on my toes lessened when he lifted me effortlessly and unhooked my shirt.

My bare feet settled on the ground, and I peeked up at him from under my lashes.

“How long have you been watching?”

“Long enough, Pet.” My hand twitched to smack the slight smirk off his face, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Asher pressed closer to me, and I scooted back, flattening against the wood. My lips parted as I stared up into his shadowed eyes. The blue glinted with restrained fury.

The latch clicked and I fell backward. My arms windmilled. Before slamming into the ground, Asher bunched the front of my shirt.

“You did that on purpose.” I yanked free and stumbled into the yard, toward the side door. I stepped a little too hard on the splinter in my foot. Wincing, I passed my threshold into the empty garage.

“Let me in.”

“No,” I shouted back to Asher and slammed the door in his face. Storming inside and then to my bedroom, I headed directly to relieve the tight pressure on my bladder.

As soon as I was done peeing, I turned on the shower and tossed the borrowed shirt toward my hamper. The pile of clothing was getting to the point of no return. I needed to do laundry as soon as I finished unpacking all my stuff.