31. Fiora

Braken's body is so heavy on mine I fear he might break me in two.

He pins me against the top of a side table with his entire weight so I can't move. Not like I would. His kiss has me in chains, the searing heat from his mouth and tongue against mine leaving me dizzy. I wrap my legs around his hips to keep him close, fingernails digging into the back of his neck. His hard cock presses against my pulsing core, and he only pulls back for a gulp of breath before claiming my mouth as his again.

I should stop him since I'm drunk and a hot mess, but my mind is hazy. I want him so fucking bad. Yesterday wasn't enough. I don't give a shit about morals, contracts, or ex-flings. All I want is Braken's cock in me, pounding away all the jumbled thoughts in my mind.

His hand jerks on my bun, forcing up my chin and exposing my throat. His wet mouth creates a slick trail down my throat, sucking and licking until my skin is marked. I shiver when he forces my legs apart until they burn, his hips moving against mine for delicious and oh-so-needed friction.

Braken sucks on my collarbone, no doubt leaving signs of his claim, and my moan fills the room.

Maybe I should thank my father after all, since he?—

Fuck, my father.

The thought zaps me back into reality, and I push Braken away as best I can with too many glasses of wine flowing in my system.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" he growls, about to dive into my neck again.

"Stop," I command, and to his credit, he does. He looks pissed as hell and ready to shoot me for even daring to say it, but he stays completely still.

I take the moment to catch my breath before I sigh out, "We need to talk."

"I don't want to talk," Braken mutters, making sure to roll his hard cock into me for emphasis. "We have better things to do."

It's almost enough to throw me off, but I shake my head. This is too important.

"I need to tell you what happened at lunch."

Braken frowns so hard it wrinkles his entire face, but he takes a step back and crosses his arms over his chest. "Speak."

I do. Everything comes tumbling out so quickly that half my sentences don't even make sense. I mention Marco, his demands to meet at Maxwells, and how my father's men saw it all. I throw an apology in there for meeting Marco in the first place, though I'm not sure why. Braken never told me I couldn't meet my old friend, and yet, under his intense stare, I feel like it is the worst mistake I could have ever made.

When I finally finish, Braken continues to stare at me without saying anything. I shift under his gaze, now extremely aware of the fact that I'm in comfy home clothes not meant for public consumption, hair an actual disaster, his handiwork all over my throat and shoulders.

Braken clears his throat and saves me from my misery. "And?"

I blink. "And?"

"Why the fuck would I care?"

The simple question leaves me stunned. Why would he care? Isn't it fucking obvious?

"Because—" I stumble over my words for a better way to say ‘Braken, you actual dumbass.' "Because you're marrying a Godwin? And Mason was murdered on your turf? That's the only reason you're helping find his murderer."

Braken starts laughing. Laughing! It's a deep, throaty sound that makes me flush. What exactly is funny?

"Are you accusing me of whoring out for your family ties?" His laughter turns into quiet chuckles. "I don't need your damn ties, Fiora. The Frosts have enough power. If anything, your father needs me."

"Then…" I try to piece it together, sitting up on the side table. "Why the hell are you helping if it's not for us? This is a mark against you."

"It's not a mark against me until you have the Frost last name." Braken smirks. "We're not husband and wife yet. Your brother's murder has nothing to do with me. I'm helping for you."

The admission leaves me dumbfounded. "For me?"

"I could have said no at any time." Braken steps closer, and my breath hitches. Darkness is brewing in his eyes, something I should be scared of, but if anything, it makes my blood race. "I may have agreed to your father's terms, but that doesn't mean shit. I chose to make you my girl."

I don't know what to say. My head swims with the wine and his confession. This whole time, I thought he was in this to embarrass me. That he wasn't serious about finding Mason, because it was just a stepping-stone to claiming part of the Godwin power. But he's been in this for… me? Maybe I misunderstood him from the beginning.

"Then?"

Braken comes even closer, stopping dangerously close to my electrified body. He's so close that I can reach out, grab his button-up, and pull him between my legs again. I consider doing it, too. Maybe another intense orgasm will be just the thing I need to clear my messed-up mind.

"Don't be fucking stupid, Fiora," he chastises in a voice so low it goes straight to my soul. "You've been mine since I laid eyes on you at Mason's funeral." He pauses. "Actually, fuck that. You've been mine since the first time you turned on the red light, and I hunted you."

His bold claim makes my stomach flip. I should refute. I should kick and scream and tell him he's wrong. But the truth is: he's not. Braken Frost owns me in heart and body. His ring is on my finger, and his dick has tainted me for the rest of my life.

So, fuck it.

I reach out for his shirt and tug him back to where he belongs. I wipe away his smirk with a hard press of our lips. The fire between us ignites again, even stronger than before. He's as desperate as I am, as we tear at each other's clothes, pawing at buttons and ties to get as close as possible. His tongue pushes into my mouth and wrestles with mine, swift fingers already inside his shorts and cupping my pussy.

It's only been a day since he took me at his hotel, but my body already sings for him. My hips jerk into his touch, my head falling back as he kisses down my throat. He laps at the marks he made last night, still bruised blue and red against my skin, before making more to join them. His fingers push into my panties, and I moan as soon as he starts running them along my wet folds.

"God, you've ruined me," I whine, hurrying to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

"There's no running back to little Marco now." He laughs against my skin.

The mention of Marco makes me sigh and sober up fast. "You have to bring him up now?"

He pushes his finger into me, drawing a moan from my swollen lips. "All I'm saying," he teases, just as his fingers tease me with a slow rhythm, "is that you won't be crawling back to his dick."

"I've never been with Marco," I inform. "At least not to that extreme."

He freezes, studies my face, and then smiles in what I can only assume is relief or satisfaction. "I don't know why I assumed you had."

"And I won't be crawling back to any dick," I add with a huff, throwing open his shirt. God, how is he so fucking sexy? This is my first time seeing him shirtless, but I hope to God it's not the last. His abs ripple when I drag my nails over them, the sprawling tattoos on his arms covering his pecs and his sides. I stare at the heave of his chest when I mutter, "Unless you really plan on sharing me like you and your little buddies have suggested."

Braken immediately stops. I whine for more friction, but he rips his finger from me and holds my hips down against the side table.

"Careful, Fiora. You don't want to open that door unless you're ready to walk through it."

I scrunch my nose in confusion at the warning on his face. "You all have made it sound like I don't have a choice in the matter. Or is it all for show? All talk?"

"Things between the three of us have always been… fun. No rules. No restrictions. No boundaries, or at least not unless we set them." Braken steps back and runs a hand through his messy hair. "You coming into the picture complicates things. I'm not going to deny that."

"Do you want it to be the four of us, or the two of us?"

"It sounds so simple when you ask it like that," Braken says, his eyes locked with mine. I get the feeling he's trying to read me, see if it's possible to get into my head. "But we both know nothing is simple in our lives right now."

"Just because our fathers control who we marry, and even a big portion of our lives," I begin, "doesn't mean they can control who we fuck. I say that is up to you and me."

Braken squints at me in thought before he huffs out a laugh. I want to ask why he's laughing, but his hands are on me again, jerking down his shorts and my panties in one tug. I lift my hips so he can fling them elsewhere, sitting before him in my oversized university sweater with my bare pussy on display.

"If I would have known this was truly an option for you," he begins, forcing my legs further open so he can settle in between. "I would have added them to the mix a long time ago."

Braken lowers himself down to his knees, keeping my legs apart with a strong grip on my inner thighs. My breathing picks up when his breath hits my folds. "I would have worshiped this pussy all last night, and then had them do the same when I had my fill."

He drags his tongue up my folds and makes me whine. When he pulls away, I try to buck my hips for more, but he holds me down. I'm under his control now, and he's going to make sure I remember.

"I would have made you scream my name, so everyone knows who you belong to," he says, prying apart my folds with two fingers and swiping up with his tongue. I shift on the table but don't dare do more. "But then had you also cry out their names as I watch them make you come over and over again."

"And what if I want to be the one to watch," I counter breathlessly, chest heaving at how hard it is not to break and beg for his cock. "I've always wanted to watch men fuck."

"Merrick and Soren are quite the sight."

"I want this, Braken. I do."

His face darkens as he reaches for his phone and begins texting. For a second, I fear I've taken it a step too far. He's asking them to come. I don't need him to tell me that is exactly what he's doing.

Then Braken leans forward and finally puts his mouth on my pussy.

His tongue is even better than his fingers. He swipes up and down along my folds, fingers keeping my pussy stretched for him. When he dips into my folds, my head falls back against the wall, and I groan. The pain doesn't even register; it's masked by an overwhelming pleasure when his tongue circles my clit for the first time.

Braken does it again and again, drawing moan after moan from my lips. I dive my fingers into his hair, pulling on his brown locks as he begins to suck. My pussy throbs when he flicks his tongue over my clit, mixed with quick sucks that leave me shaking.

My whine morphs into a groan when he slips a finger into my sex, matching in time with twirls of his tongue. Fuck, it feels so good. Every nerve in my body is on fire as he fucks me with his fingers, tongue rolling my clit until I'm a moaning, shivering mess.

When he pushes a second finger into me, I pull him even closer. Braken's laugh is muffled by my sex, but it reverberates throughout my body anyway. I close my legs around his head as he licks and sucks, fingers scissoring and stretching my pulsing walls.

Heat flushes my entire body, my sweater sticking to my sweaty skin. Braken curls his fingers, and I cry out, tugging on his hair. I'm not going to last long. It already feels like I'm walking a tightrope that's ready to snap any second.

"Braken," I whine, heels digging into his back. "Fuck, don't stop."

To my surprise, he doesn't. Part of me expected some kind of shitty remark or another round of edging, but Braken has mercy on me. His licks and sucks grow even faster, fingers fucking me so hard I see stars. The coil in my stomach builds and builds, until Braken sends me tumbling over the edge with a few harsh sucks to my swollen clit.

Pleasure floods my system, my vision going white. I hump his fingers and mouth as my orgasm washes over me, nails digging into his head as I pull him close.

I think I might be satiated, but the fire still burns deep within my body, even when Braken pulls away and licks his wet lips. Fuck, I want him. I want him back in me so bad. When did I get so desperate?

Braken stands and wipes my cum off his mouth with his sleeve. His hard cock presses against his slacks, but the second I go to grab it, a knock sounds on the door.