15. Eldon

ELDON

Holy fucking shit.

I can’t get the feeling of her pressed up against me out of my head. Even as she walks beside me, my arm slung around her shoulders and her soft skin beneath my fingertips as I stroke her arm.

She’s addicting and I need my fix. Then I might calm down. But hell, I wasn’t joking earlier when I first saw her in the outfit Leila chose. My cock was going to burst and my pleas for her not to go anywhere dressed like that were real. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off her since and now that I’ve had my hands on her…there’s no coming back from that. I know Brax, Creed, and Zane have tracked her every move as well, but they wouldn’t all admit to it.

I think Zane would acknowledge it instantly, and Creed too, if I pushed at the protective angle he clearly has over her, but Brax would turn to stone with denial. He doesn’t let anyone get close enough for that, Raven included. It doesn’t mean I can’t sense his attention is piqued, and it’s not just because she revealed she’s a Void.

None of that matters for now, though. Right now, she’s all mine. I somehow managed to convince the others to escort Leila home, giving me a few moments alone with her.

Pulling her in a little tighter, I inhale her sweet citrusy scent. “Next time, we won’t have this ridiculous walk inconveniencing us,” I murmur into her hair, and she snickers.

“You think there’s going to be a next time?” Tilting her head back, she looks up at me with the most carefree expression I’ve seen her wear so far. She’s almost serene, offering me a glimpse of the woman beneath the layers of walls she’s strategically placed around herself.

“Absolutely,” I retort, not doubting the inevitable. Even if I do want to get her out of my system, it’s clear this mysterious new girl that has stumbled into our lives has wormed her way under my skin.

“Are you always this sure of yourself?”

“Yup.”

She grins, shaking her head at me, but we both know she’s not surprised with how cocky I am by now. “You know I’m attracted to the others, too, right?”

My brows rise in surprise, but not at the fact itself, more so that she’s admitting it so readily. “Obviously, Little Bird,” I mutter with a wink. “You’re not as discreet as you think you are when checking us out.”

Even though all we have is moonlight and sporadic lighting along the path guiding our way home, I can still make out the blush tinging her cheeks. She’s badass and adorable. Why is that so hot?

Following the path to the left, our steps slow a little, even though the house isn’t far away now.

“So what’s this about?” she asks.

“What’s what about?”

She rolls her eyes at me like I should know what she means, but I’m at a loss.

“What has you walking me home and promising me a good time?”

“I want to taste you,” I reiterate, but it’s clearly not enough when she continues to stare me down. “Little Bird, I would have tasted you the other day after I had the pleasure of your lips on mine, but you ran. I can be patient.” The memory of that moment, the taste of her lips, her back against the wall and the desire I felt all comes back in an instant. The vision makes the same feelings zap through my body every time.

“Is it because I’m a Void? Do you want to see if that somehow makes me taste different?” I balk at the absurdity of her question, speechless to answer her as we turn down our path. When we reach the door, I don’t move to unlock it as I turn to face her.

“Did your head really go there?”

“Yeah,” she admits with a sigh, ducking her gaze, but I reach for her chin, tilting her face back to mine.

“Pull your head back from wherever the fuck it went because that is the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard. Did I know you were a Void when I kissed you the other day?” Her mouth pops open but I push on before she can say a word. “Did I know you were a Void when I jacked off in the shower over you? Dreamt about your pretty pink folds? Imagined what it would feel like when your body spasms from the orgasm I wring from your limbs? Hmm?” I step closer, forcing her head back a little more as I loom over her. My body craves to reach out and take her here and now but I need to get through the walls surrounding her thoughts before this goes any further. “I can’t hear you, Raven,” I add when she just blinks up at me.

“No.” A whoosh of air leaves her lungs as she shakes her head.

“Good. Before we step inside, are there any other crazy reasons why you’re trying to stop this from happening?”

She leans back with a frown. “I’m not.”

Bullshit.

Loosening my hold on her chin, I inch closer, making her step back until she’s pressed against the door, and cage her in with my arms.

“You’ve tried to scare me off with the fact that you like my best friends too. We’re the Bishops for a reason, Little Bird. We’re brothers through and through. If I lined them up here in front of you now, they would all claim the same about you. So that’s never going to be an issue. Then you come at me with the fact that you’re a Void and I really couldn’t give a shit about anything other than desperately wanting to know how sweet you taste. Now, is there anything else we need to discuss?”

Her jaw grows slack and she opens and shuts her mouth a few times before managing a breath. “Nothing.”

Thank fuck for that.

Reaching around her, I unlock the door, holding her to me so she doesn’t fall backward. Her feet dangle off the floor as I move us inside and shut out the world around us. Without a word, I take up the exact same spot by her bedroom door where we were the last time she let me this close. With a grin, I press my palms against the wall on either side of her head.

“Now that’s all cleared up, can I kiss you?” My pulse thunders in my ears, desperately waiting for her response.

“Eldon, I’m shocked you’re even ask—”

I crush my lips against hers, effectively interrupting the snark. I’m already a raging inferno and her skin against mine only makes me hotter. The press of her palms against my chest, her tongue dancing with mine, fighting for dominance, and her scent leaves me hanging by a thread.

Cupping her face in my hands, I raise her head as I press closer to her. The swell of her breasts against my chest, even with the material between us, makes me hiss. I hold her face with one hand, lowering the other to graze over her thigh, blindly finding the hem of her dress.

“Do you want me to taste you right here, Little Bird, where they could walk in or—”

“Oh, we’re already here now. There’s no need to stop on our account.” Zane’s comment whips our gazes toward the front door where the three of them stand.

I feel the muscles in Raven’s thigh clench as she takes them in, but when I look at her, it’s not fear or embarrassment in her eyes. It’s arousal.

“Do you like an audience, Raven?” I whisper against her ear, trailing my hand toward her inner thigh, slowly making my way to her core.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispers, breathless and peering at me from the corner of her eye, but it’s at that exact moment I feel just how fucking wet she is and there’s no denying it. She knows it, too, if the way she sucks in a breath is any indication.

Resting my forehead against her temple, I slip my fingers underneath her panties and tease her drenched folds. She stifles a groan, but it’s still music to my ears as I circle her clit.

“Do you want me to stop, Raven? Or do you like your audience?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she snaps back, her hands lifting to my arms to hold me in place as her nails bite into my skin.

Hot. As. Fuck.

Closing my eyes, I channel the tiniest bit of magic. Starting at my center and weaving it through my very essence to my fingertips.

“Oh my— Eldon,” she gasps, whipping her head around to face me, and I smirk knowingly.

“Too much?”

She shakes her head viciously in response before I even finish asking. “N-No. Holy shit.”

Heat radiates between us, my fingertips warmed by the fire magic that burns through my body and makes me who I am. “Do you like that, Little Bird? A heated pussy and an audience to watch you fall apart?” She nods, her nails digging deeper into my flesh as she holds on for dear life. “You’re full of surprises.”

“So are you.” Her eyes roll to the back of her head as I press my thumb against her clit and tease two fingers at her entrance. I wait until her eyes are locked back on mine before I thrust deep into her core. The heat from my fingers is hit with molten lava as her pussy clamps around me.

My cock presses against the waistband of my jeans, desperate to feel the burn too, but none of this is about me. It’s all about her—my newly claimed little bird.

“Please,” she begs, her eyes hooded as she grinds against my hand. I rub my thumb over her engorged clit three times before she’s bursting at the seams and coming apart at my hands. A low, long moan parts her lips as her back arches and her juices coat my fingers and trail down my wrist as I force the heat from my hands again.

I don’t stop my movements until she is completely spent, fully aware that my friends are still observing, but I’m too caught up in her to worry about anyone or anything else.

Stroking my thumb over her cheek, I lift my hand from her core and bring it to my lips. Her release glistens on my fingertips and she watches my every move as I bring them to my mouth. Ecstasy explodes along my tongue, almost taking me to another world as my dick threatens to spill my own release in my pants.

As if sensing the need in my cock, Raven reaches out her hand and feels my rigid length through my jeans. I see the decision in her eyes and watch as she starts to lower to her knees but I stop her before she can go any further.

“Not tonight, Little Bird. This is all about you,” I breathe, my cock pulsing even harder at the delayed gratification.

The corner of her mouth tips up as she lifts an eyebrow at me. “If it were about me, you would give me what I want.”

“Holy fuck,” Zane grunts from his position by the front door, making her smile grow wider.

“When my cock parts your lips and pussy, Raven, there won’t be an ounce of liquor in your system to make you second guess yourself.”

Her eyes widen before a pout puckers her lips. “I’m not under any influence.” She squeezes my cock through the denim separating us and I almost fucking weep.

“You’re still tipsy. When I make you mine, that won’t be the case.”

“Who said anything about making me yours?”

A door slams in the distance and I know without looking that Brax is no longer there. Crowding Raven’s space again, our noses brush as I stare her dead in the eyes.

“One taste won’t ever be enough of you, Raven. Consider your taste on my tongue a show of me being yours.”