Chapter 14

FOURTEEN

The hotel Kimbadirects me to has no sign announcing what it is.

It doesn't seem to have a staff, either.

We pull up to the front door and as soon as we're out and the car is locked, the drive opens up and lowers it down into a storage facility with half a dozen others.

"I've never liked handing the car code over to someone else," I say, "But I'm not sure this is better."

She chuckles. "This place is meant for guests who don't want to deal with people who might get excited by them. It's quiet and private. And tonight, I just want it to be you and me. No other people, no monsters. Just us."

I like that.

A tiny drone appears at our side floating with a low buzzing sound that ripples the air around it. Kimba holds out her hand for it to scan.

As soon as the blue light passes over her skin, mapping her palm print, the drone sweeps down and collects our bags, flitting away.

"They always remind me of hummingbirds or dragonflies," she says. "Have you ever seen those?"

"I have not."

"We're definitely going to take some time for nature documentaries later."

"Yes, we will."

I like the idea of that, snuggled up on the couch as she tells me all the little details that are important to her that a narrator would gloss over.

The doors open automatically, greeting her softly by name, and when I follow her to what should be a reception desk, there's no one there to sort out our room or direct us.

A dish rises up from the broken stone and the automation gives her a physical key… like the one at Tefir's home.

It also provides two glasses of bubbling and fizzy alcohol.

I hear low voices down hallways and when we pass, I see others in the dimly lit rooms beyond them. Bars and spas and lounge spaces… but Kimba ignores them, leading the way to the lift and letting it scan her hand once more.

The thing takes us up and up, rising at an angle, until the doors open once more, directly into the room.

The lights are low and she doesn't raise them.

"Can you still see better than you could?" I ask.

"It fades." She goes to our bags—waiting for us by the bed—and shimmies out of her jacket. And then, she chuckles. "I'm beginning to think the more cum I have inside me, the better I can see."

She comes back to me and I lift her up so I can kiss her.

"I wonder," she says, sighing against my lips. "If that's a ‘you' thing, or a brotherhood thing."

"If Laurel gets hurt, I'll tell Richter to fuck her and see what happens."

She snorts and hits my chest with her open palm. "You will not."

"You're right. I won't." I have a feeling Laurel would do more than swat at me if I suggested it.

"Are the city lights too bright?"

I glance out the window to where they flicker and shine. "No."

"Good." Her tongue pokes out and she licks my lower lip. "We have a few hours to spare before we need to sleep, and I find myself craving you more than room service."

I like that too, but, "Food first," I say, turning her toward a table by the window. "I plan to exhaust you. Eat now, or regret it later."

She does as I ask, and I'm not surprised, again, when food just appears, rising out of the table. She ordered ahead of time, and as a particular torture, she watches me. I can feel her thinking about fucking me again.

It's more delicious than the food, which is spectacular.

But I don't finish mine.

The second she's done with hers, I drag her from her chair and press her back to the window. The city glitters like a halo behind her. "Do you know what teasing will get you?"

"Exactly what I want?"

She's right—as always.

I kiss her, trying to reign in this vicious need for her. I don't know if the window is strong enough to withstand it.

"I've been thinking," she murmurs, between kisses.

"Always a good sign."

Hands on my chin, she holds me away from her, breath rising heavily, gaze locked on mine. "I want you to come off the stopper."

My heart seizes and my cock twitches. She can feel them both in very different ways. "You're sure?"

She nods, drawing her nose up the side of my neck and nipping at my ear. "I am more than ready for you to breed me, D."

I clench my teeth, trying to hold in the growl. I don't manage it.

She chuckles. "But… since you're still on it, and we've got time… I want you to fuck my ass tonight."

Groaning, I ask, "You've only taken my thumb, Kimba. What makes you think you can manage my cock?"

"Delusion?" She purses her lips and I can feel her laughing even though she doesn't make a sound. "Delusion and a lot of lube."

She nods to the side, and I see a literal jug of it beside the nightstand.

"I asked them to have it in the room when we got here."

She kicks off her shoes and using her legs and feet, she manages to drag her pants down too. "Every inch of me is yours… it's about time you take it all."

Stepping back, I let her slide down. Her eyes don't leave mine and I pull off my shirt. She pulls off hers too.

"You are lucky my teeth are blunt." Her hands go to my waist. "Because I constantly want to bite you."

"Bite away." I would wear the marks with pride.

"Only if you promise to bite back." She licks her lips.

I don't make that promise. I would leave marks behind. And I am never going to hurt her.

I feel her laughing at me and her smile makes her cheeks rosy. "Alright, fine. You don't have to bite back."

She goes to her knees, taking my pants with her.

"I won't bite where it will actually hurt," she says, before leaning forward and scraping her teeth across my thigh.

She doesn't bite when her mouth wraps around the tip of my cock. She doesn't bite when her tongue swirls around it, or when she licks and sucks.

I keep my hand at the back of her head waiting for the dangerous flare I feel in her to turn into something more daring. There's a curious burble in the bond that makes me think she might try to choke on me.

I close my grip a moment before she can do it, and pull her back off of me.

Her smile makes my spine tingle and when I release her, she drops back to sit on her heels.

"Why did I think," she asks, taking a deep breath, "that being older and wiser would mean not being perpetually horny?"

"I don't know."

She looks up at me with wide eyes from beneath my cock, angling her face so the ridges on its underside rest against her cheek.

"I'm glad." Her hand wraps around the base of me again and she strokes. "I want everything with you, D. And I'm not willing to settle for less."

Dragging her to her feet, I haul the covers off the bed and toss her onto it.

"I want you all the time, Kimba."

"Me too."

Good.

She lets out a little shriek as I bury my face in her sloppy pussy. I would forego water if I was only allowed to drink one thing for the rest of my life.

It doesn't matter what the question is, I'll choose her.

Her nails dig into my skull as she rocks her hips, helping me to tongue fuck her.

Every stroke of my tongue, every little chirp and moan from her lips… my cock is already drooling for her.

"Saints, D." She draws a sharp breath and her muscles tighten.

The flush of her skin warms mine and I don't let her finish the sentence she'd started.

She comes on a broken cry, her thighs squeezing tight against my head.

I shouldn't be thankful someone wants me dead. Their attempt gave me the woman I love.

But I haven't told her…

Her grip eases, and when I can, I crawl over her.

"I love you, Kimba." I kiss her and don't let her speak. I have more I need to say first. "I knew I wanted you the first time I saw you. I knew I loved you the first time you fell asleep in my arms. I will give you everything, because you are my everything."

She swallows, and for a moment, I think she's going to cry.

"I don't know when I fell in love with you, D. I certainly didn't mean to. But I do. And I can't imagine not falling for you. We would have gotten here, eventually, but I can't hate that we got here faster than we would have if someone hadn't hired me to kill you."

She kisses me, and I fuck her with slow and languid strokes.

Being with her like this, knowing with complete certainty that it is love I feel in our bond… this has to be what humans call heaven.

Eventually, she pulls back from me. "I think it's about time you stuff your cock in my ass."

I laugh. I can't help myself. "Just so you know, I didn't tell you I love you because of this."

"Oh, I know."

She bites her tongue as she smiles up at me, and I ease from her, sitting back on my heels so I can turn and grab the jug.

There is so much lube. I inspect the bottle and do the quick math of ounces in my head. "This could last us a week." Maybe a month.

"I only asked for a large bottle." She laughs as she turns over, going to her knees and wiggling her hips.

"Maybe they thought we planned to have a party." I press my slicked thumb against her ass and she draws in a slow breath.

"You're the only one I want at this kind of party." If she had anything more she wanted to say, it turns into a moan.

The lube is unbranded, but it's so slippery, my thumb presses inside of her as if her body has pulled me in.

She whimpers as I withdraw, squeezing around me, her pussy clenching.

"Still feeling delusional?" I ask.

"Yes." She points to her bag. "I brought help."

"Help" turns out to be three silicone cocks… two of them were not on her trophy shelf. They're smaller, different sizes… she planned to work her way up.

I feel both our surprise when the first one—drizzled with lube and oh, so slick—slides into her just as easily as my thumb.

"I am going to have to tell Margot about this," She pants as I work her open with the smallest dildo. "The lube, I mean. Not about how well you fuck me."

She grabs the second cock and hands it back to me. "I want yours. Don't tease me for too long."

When I swap them, this one doesn't slip in so easily and… my cock jumps when that resistance pulses a jolt of lust across our bond from her.

The pressure, the fullness… the way she loves it tightens a phantom fist around my cock.

She doesn't hand me the next dildo, so I skip it and press my cockhead against her lube-drowned ass.

Her fingers work her clit and she whispers "yes" over and over again as we ease together.

I can feel when her body relaxes and opens for me. I can feel when the pleasure starts to blossom.

Kimba's need shimmers through the bond before she's started to rock in that opposite rhythm.

"Not so delusional after all."

"If you could see the way you swallow my cock, Kimba." I shudder, and I feel it run through her in a tremor as well.

"Show me." The words are a whisper, but I feel them in the spike of desire.

Hands on her hips, I hold her in place as I move, dragging her back and then up against me so that I can turn us both.

Slinging her legs over mine, I sit, buried inside her as deep as I can go and letting gravity push her further down as she exhales on a whimper.

She looks at us in the reflection of the window and arches her back against me.

Her sweet, swollen pussy drips with the shimmering remnants of her cum and I stroke her, slipping my fingers inside. Slick with the evidence of both our desire, I fit three fingers in, so easily.

"I wish my hand was smaller," I say, the words soft against her ear. "I would shove my whole fist inside of you, just to hear you scream in pleasure."

"Try."

She's breathless and I'm tempted, but, "Not with my cock in your ass, Kimba. There's not enough room."

She lets out a breathless little whimper, but I'm not going to leave her unsatisfied.

I snatch the dildo we didn't use from the tangle of sheets, and she bites her lip as I squeeze lube onto it too.

I could look down, but the ghostly reflection of us captures my full attention as D pushes the dildo into my achingly empty pussy.

Holy fuck.

It's exactly what I asked for.

I'm so full I can barely think, and then his thumb flicks across my clit.

Crying out, I arch back and clench on him so tightly.

Women at Margot's had talked about this—though they'd meant two men.

It had been intriguing, but I'd never dreamed…

"Saints, D. I don't—" I can't imagine what I was going to say, how I planned to end that thought. D fucks me with the dildo and I pulse on his cock with every stroke.

I'm adrift in a sea of pleasure and all I can do is feel.

And I feel full.

D is close, but he's fighting it.

I don't want that.

Twisting and craning my neck, I draw his mouth to mine, kissing him and using my tongue to toy with his.

"I love the way you fit inside me D. I want you to cum in me." I want him to cum on me. I want to spend the rest of our lives locked together in one way or another and with the bond… we get that.

He curses under his breath and his fingers work harder at my clit. He comes a moment before I do. Head dropped back to his chest, I jerk and shudder and then I laugh.

He lets go of the dildo and it flops out of me onto the floor.

I expect him to lift me off of him. I expect the flood of cum… but he holds me tight, standing and staggering to the bathroom as cum leaks down the front of his legs.

"How many liters do you think your ass can hold?" he asks as he steps down into the empty tub and leans me over its edge.

"What to find out?"

We don't.

Neither of us is in a headspace to measure when he comes again.

We clean off and he draws a bath, holding me close.

Tomorrow we'll go back to a world that's trying to kill him.

Back to a world of monsters and murderers and responsibilities.

Tonight… tonight we're just two people from completely different worlds who found each other despite all the odds stacked against us.

I love him.

He loves me.

Everything else can wait.