CHAPTER 18

Nika

We didn't make it tothe shower. We barely made it to the in-bathroom vanity before the mercenary lifted me under my ass and dropped me down onto the counter.

The way he dominated the kiss, sucking and biting my lips, driving his tongue into my mouth and gripping me at both sides of my face, made it clear I wasn't the only one fighting to keep control of myself. I barely kept up with the silver-haired Fae's kiss, moaning a little when he pushed into me with his full weight and trailed hot kisses from my mouth to my neck. His teeth nipped my thrumming pulse before Silas dipped down and sucked my breast into his mouth.

I couldn't breathe as the other Fae teased the nub between his teeth and then pulled what he could of my breast against his tongue. I wanted to rub my legs together, relieve the tension a little, maybe even press and roll against him, but the mercenary stayed frustratingly out of reach. He never got close enough for me to do what I wanted.

"Silas," I complained, inhaling greedy pants of air as the stupidly large Fae moved to the other breast and pinned my arms to the mirror behind me. "If you don't do something more soon, I'll fucking end you."

I saw how my comment turned the frustrating asshole on. But even if I hadn't, it was in his growling voice a second later. Every part of the oversized Fae went visibly rigid and taut. The muscles along his shoulders and back danced seductively, then his front when he pulled away. One side of Silas's mouth hooked up, the amusement back in his expression. I'd never admit how much that look alone turned me on.

"Oh, aye. I like it when you snarl at me, love. Does things to a bloke. But I think you should—"

It was my turn to growl. With a hard yank, I dragged the man back down and nipped his lips before sliding my tongue past them when he groaned in surprise. If I let him ramble again, we'd never get anywhere. It was a struggle not to beg him to fuck me already. This was as close as he'd get to having me ask for it.

Our tongues tangled, and my hands sunk into his luscious hair. Silas grabbed me around the waist and pulled me closer, the hard length of him against the place I was most desperate to feel him. Pinned to his hips, I rocked back and forth and enjoyed the way the oversized Fae's little grunts and groans of need erupted, clearly not expecting me to be half as forward as I was tonight.

And if I were in a better state of mind, I might've admonished my behavior. But I wasn't. I wasn't sure I'd ever be in a better state with the shitstorm that continued to follow me around, never giving me a single moment to breathe.

My head was yanked back, his large hand locked in my hair, and I gasped when Silas sucked and bit my neck, no longer smiling or sporting his usual playful looks. Which was exactly what I needed from him. I didn't want to think about anything else. I wanted the night fucked right out of me.

When the other Fae pulled away, I nearly exhaled another breath of defeat. But Silas quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. I bit my lower lip, catching his gorgeous silver-moon gaze before the mercenary spread my legs apart. I braced myself on shaky arms and leaned back with everything exposed. Silas didn't bother to hide how aroused he was with me naked and waiting for him. Instead, his hands glided up and down my thighs for long enough to make me uncomfortable.

I'd never had anyone stare at me quite like Silas did. If hungry had a look, he was wearing it. The asshole even licked his lips before dropping a few kisses on my open thighs. Before I realized it, I was trembling from head to toe in anticipation of him doing more.

After everything, I counted on Silas most. It was alarming how much I'd come to rely on him to be there, but he always was. The asshole always showed up. He might utter a bunch of fucking nonsense when he appeared, but Silas was the first person since Lev I could...

Trust?

Have feelings for?

I sucked in a breath, locking down the thought and refusing to let it take root. Not with three men in my head listening to every word. My heart slammed against my chest, ready to break free, but I refused to act like it. I didn't want to give Silas any reason to taunt me now or later, not after I pretended to be a sultry minx to get him in here. I needed the Fae to distract me with his hands, his hot kisses, and his sensual touches.

I was desperate for a distraction.

It'd been a lot to take in—the dead woman, his brother's death, the three men in my head. Well, two animals and a man, which was far weirder now that I thought about it. Add all of that to the worst imaginable ritual in creation said to take place tonight—a resurrection—and it was enough to make anyone afraid.

Honestly, I'd never heard of anyone doing a resurrection successfully. It didn't seem real, but I sensed the evil in that room after I transformed into Tometi's Grizzly Bear form. Somehow, I knew from one whiff of whoever left that room, they were covered from head to toe in the scent of dead souls.

I took a mental note to ask Tometi about it later.

Still, I was always nervous around the mercenary. Now more than ever because of what he'd shared with me earlier. I got the impression the killer Fae never told anyone else about his brother, and I couldn't express the feeling it gave me. To be trusted like that, to be brought into the fold with someone who, like me, never let anyone in, wasn't something I thought I'd ever find with a person who wasn't Lev.

But even then, it was different.

What was going on between Silas and I transcended casual sex or even the Suspension Bridge Effect, and I couldn't pretend it wasn't anymore. Silas always talked about fate and what my father said, and now I was starting to believe it. Maybe it wasn't crazy to think that somehow Father knew.

Says the girl who can suck someone's soul out.

Voices whispered through my head, but I barely noticed. The urge to have Silas overpowered modesty or humiliation. I'd let them watch this one time, and then I'd ask the wolf to teach me how to block everyone out. But I was too far gone to worry about what they might see. And while I'd never admit it to anyone, though the men in my head probably knew it already, a little part of me was turned on by being watched.

I was yanked closer to the edge of the counter out of nowhere—closer to him—and I stiffened in surprise, a gasp fleeing my throat. The mercenary's silver eyes beamed with nothing but sexy promises before the other Fae buried his face between my thighs and teased my wet slit with his tongue. A feral sound echoed in my ears when I sucked in a sharp breath and moaned his name, tantalizing heat and sensation circling and swirling in my lower waist.

Silas was hungry for me. He didn't bother to hide it, not that the ridiculous Fae ever would, but I wasn't sure if I could either. Every swipe and nudge of his tongue, every ravenous sound that vibrated against my wet center, every possessive movement as he clawed my thighs and pressed his mouth closer, made me moan and move without ever meaning to.

"Silas..." I called out, voice ragged when he sunk two fingers into me knuckle-deep and sucked my clit hard into his hot mouth. "Fuck..."

Silver eyes connected with mine, but he didn't stop. Like he was worried I'd take it away from him, the mercenary pulled me harder against his mouth, tongue working me into a moaning mess. He slammed his fingers inside of me, searching and finding every sensitive place without even trying. My back arched in surprise, and I barely held onto my sanity for a second.

A snarl came and went, then a howl and Bear Claw's voice whispering something I couldn't hear. But without understanding how, I could sense their collective arousal. It paired with mine, and the feeling was beyond euphoric. Their tension and growing sexual frustration were a squeeze on my consciousness and a tension in my hips. I even sensed the three pacing back and forth, their breathing loud and unhinged.

Weird didn't cover the feeling.

When I stiffened, gasping sharply, Silas finally pulled away and shot up to his feet. "Are they watching?"

His question took me off guard, and I snapped my eyes up to look at him. "What?"

The gorgeous Fae didn't smile, barely moved, just leveled his narrow stare on me. "Are. They. Watching?"

Gripping the counter, I nodded, sensation pouring down my legs from my waist when he teased me with his fingers again, rubbing my overstimulated clit with his thumb. It made me moan low in my throat, an embarrassingly unhinged sound, and the other Fae's entire body grew rigid.

A thunderous noise came from deep inside his chest before the giant Fae landed his hands on the counter and kissed me so hard another wanting sound was dragged from my throat. "I don't like it, little rebel. Those wankers don't deserve to see or hear or fucking feel a bloody thing."

"I don't know how to force them out," I admitted breathlessly.

Silas let his hand roam wherever he could reach, teasing my skin to life under his touch. Then the silver-eyed mercenary grabbed me around the jaw and brought my eyes to his. The look he gave me was feral and overtly possessive. His chest heaved a breath, and his hand dropped back down between my legs to mercilessly tease my slit again.

It was torture, honestly. I was very close to begging him to get on with it, and I even bit and pulled his lip angrily in punishment.

The other Fae's eyes flickered with amusement, knowing perfectly well what he was doing to me. I inhaled a greedy breath, and my chest hitched when he finally slammed his fingers inside me. A rush of hot sensation flooded my thighs. Moaning loudly, my head fell back, and my legs squeezed around his hips, stubbornly keeping him there.

Silas hummed low in his throat, thinking but still driving me insane with his unbelievably thick fingers. With my own lip caught between my teeth, the mercenary surprised me with a growl and a dark stare so white-hot it veered on homicidal.

"Do you trust me, princess?"

What an odd question to ask when he was literally shiny faced after being between my legs and finger fucking me into oblivion. But I answered him all the same.

"I do."

It was the first time I'd ever said so. I couldn't find it in me not to speak the truth. Because I did trust him. I wouldn't be here if I didn't.

Silas's naughty grin made the place he just sucked throb and constrict, overstimulated by his relentless thumb, and I worked hard not to plead with him to just fuck me already. "I'm going to try something. It only works for people who're connected in a certain way, but..."

I nearly gave into the urge to tell him we were, but Bear Claw's vicious scoff and laugh echoed in my head. "Possessive fuck doesn't want to share, how cute."

Blue magic danced around Silas's hand before he laid it over mine. The electric burn only surprised me for a second, but then it was fleeing up the length of my arm and settling around my head. The presence of the three others faded away, and I couldn't sense them anymore. My expression must've given me away because the smile Silas offered me was full of self-satisfaction and childish pride.

"How...?"

The Fae's eyes danced across my face, and then down to where his pants were tented. "I'll tell you later, love. I'm in a little pain over here, and you looking at me like that while starkers isn't helping at all."

I couldn't help it, I laughed. I worried about ruining the mood, but Silas moved in like a man possessed and dropped his pants around his ankles. Like he couldn't be bothered to actually undress all the way. Magic would've taken care of it, but maybe I wasn't the only one having a hard time thinking. Which only made me laugh harder.

The grin on his face reminded me of a mischievous boy who'd spent the day getting into trouble. And to be fair, he had. The smirking Fae pressed up against me, his hard length pushing against my stomach. "I know this sounds like I'm a nutter, but that laughter might be the sexiest sound you've ever made, love."

It didn't matter anymore how I looked to anyone else. I wanted to kiss him like tomorrow would never come.

Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pulled the ridiculous Fae down and smashed our mouths together. Silas's cock throbbed and bounced between us before I was suddenly yanked and positioned to face the mirror with him behind me.

Carding back his shiny hair with a shaky breath, the muscles in his torso contracted and reshaped. I watched him spit into his hand and drop it out of sight. The place between my legs clenched with need, and I inhaled a shaky breath as he stroked himself wet. His eyes flicked up and caught mine, then he grabbed me roughly by the hips and dragged me back onto his hard length.

Sensation ripped through me, and I dropped my head forward in a moan. My backside slapped into his thighs with every hard, measured thrust, the sound of it so loud it nearly drowned out his grunts. But the wild sounds leaving his throat made me clench on him, giving the other Fae plenty of reason to curse and moan.

"Fuck me, Nika. You're so bloody tight," he grunted.

I clutched the counter, trying to maintain my position and not dive forward into the glass. But out of nowhere, a hand landed on my ass with a loud smack, and my head shot up in horrified surprise. I sent a glare at Silas in the mirror and his cheeky grin only grew bigger. Which wasn't the only thing that responded because I felt the throb of his cock inside me and already knew I'd lost.

What masochist gets off on a glare?

The mercenary's silver eyes stayed with mine before he lifted his hand again, smirking like a damn imp, ready to smack me, and I threw my body back and locked my arms around his neck with the full length of my backside pressed up against his front. Swiveling my hips with every intention to make him submit, I danced on his cock and took control.

"Oh, fuck," he hissed right next to my ear, forehead dropping forward onto my shoulder.

His blue magic whipped out of him and snaked around our joined form. Pulling out of me so swiftly it was too late when I realized it was happening, Silas moved around me. Magical blue ropes slithered around my body and lifted me off the ground. The electric sensation of their touch took me by enough surprise that I didn't fight it as I was levitated, one string attaching to the ceiling and several others stretching out to all sides of the room.

I was suspended and bound before I knew it.

Silas's impish smirk met my wide stare as I was twisted, tilted back, and spread in plain view. "Oh, aye. I knew you'd look proper fit bound and at my mercy, but this...this beats any fantasy in my head, little rebel."

I can't believe I was just Shibari'd by an asshole...

"Silas," I growled angrily, fighting the magical ropes constricting around my thighs, arms, and waist. "What the actual fuck—"

"Shh." The mercenary pressed a finger to his lips, grinning like it'd been his plan all along. "I'm trying to savor the view of you all tied up because I'm sure as hell going to get my arse handed to me when you finally get free."

I opened my mouth in protest, but his magic wrapped around my eyes, and I suddenly couldn't see him. "You're a fucking asshole," I hissed, heart racing and heat spreading inside my hips.

Am I fucking turned on right now?

I sensed the other Fae coming closer, and I hated how much my body clenched with arousal even when I was suspended in the air and exposed to every eyeful he took. Then Silas's voice was right next to my ear. "If you really don't want this, say your friend's name, and I'll release you. You still have all the control here, princess."

My jaw clenched, and I tried to say Lev's name, but the throb and jolt along my spine and in between my legs stopped me. Stubborn and not ready to admit I liked it, I licked my lips and fisted my hands.

The mercenary chuckled, his voice rough with lust. Large hands gripped my thighs, startling me at first before the other Fae gently, reassuringly caressed them. "Fuck. I shouldn't be this chuffed right now, you know, considering the entire reason we're here in the first place. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't eating this all up." He made another sound in his throat, a mixture of wanting and frustration. "You have no idea what it's doing to me, love."

Swallowing, I didn't answer. I couldn't. I'd never done anything like this with anyone. Sex wasn't a foreign concept, but I'd never surrendered control. I never thought I wanted to. Needed to. It went against everything I was. But with Silas, I felt safe. I let him take control, and it made my body and face hot thinking about what the lethal Fae might do with that power over me.

I was swung forward, and I sensed Silas fitting himself between my legs. His cock brushed against my wet slit, and a feral growl resonated all around me. "You're so wet, little rebel," he whispered before pushing inside and stretching me with his enormous girth. I clenched and arched, but my movements were restricted by the ropes of Silas's magic wrapped all over my body. "And you've never looked so beautiful."

The other Fae withdrew slightly, hooking his arms under my knees, and then he snapped his hips forward. The thrust hit its mark, and I cried out, shamelessly begging him to keep going and thrashing against the ropes binding me. Without being able to see anything or move the way I liked, I took every thrust with a gasp and moan, saying Silas's name with a voice I didn't recognize. Tension coiled like a snake in my waist. I'd never been so turned on or desperate for whatever he'd give me.

Unlike earlier, there was an urgency to Silas's pace that suggested he wasn't going to last long. But neither was I. The loud clap of his hips slamming into mine over and over echoed in my ears, the chorus of our joined pleasure weaving through the fast-paced slaps.

I swallowed another moan as my orgasm crashed over me out of nowhere, startling my spine into an awkward curve. Silas held me in a violent embrace, pressing our bodies together and thrusting into me for several seconds before groaning and stiffening.

I stayed suspended with his rough breathing in my ear for another few minutes before Silas's magic slithered away. But before I could fall to the floor, the mercenary caught me and gathered my body up into his arms. Something in his silver-gold eyes lingered, but he didn't say anything like I expected him to.

I could only blink at him, still in a daze from the otherworldly pleasure and unsure about my venture into BDSM. Silas took advantage of it by padding over to the shower and washing us both without another word uttered.