CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

MIRA

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I listen to the sound of Christian’s boots on the hardwood leading to the stairs. The heavy falls thumping down to the main floor. I’m practically holding my breath while he gathers up his things, grabs Daniel’s keys and leaves the house.

My exhale is shaky. It trembles with every nerve in my body as I will myself not to leap out of bed and run after him.

I’m insane.

I can’t keep doing this.

It was worse with Daniel in the beginning. I’d stay in bed the entire day while he was at work, sobbing into my pillow, waiting for my phone to ring to tell me he somehow had a terrible accident and was taken from me.

I can’t start that shit over again with Christian.

I can’t hold on to him every second of the day. It doesn’t matter how much he swears he will never leave me, that is next level crazy person behavior. That is Misery level of psychotic. All I’d need is a sledgehammer.

“Baby?”

Daniel combs his fingers through my hair, untangling knots and massaging my scalp. His warm breath tickles the strands at my temple.

Hot tears well and thicken to paste in my throat. My chin trembles even as I will myself to stop being a little bitch.

“I had a dream about Christian,” I force out in a raspy croak. “This morning.”

Daniel’s features soften. Understanding clouds his eyes and he touches my damp cheek, wiping my tears. “Nightmare?”

I nod. “He was already in my room ... eating my pussy,” I add quietly, and dare a glance up at Daniel’s face.

There’s definitely a dark glint in his eyes, but he’s pretty calm when he replies, “Yeah?”

“He told me...” I pause, trying to determine how to explain what followed. “Your brother is an asshole,” I decide flat out.

Daniel gives a quiet chuckle. “He can be, but he usually means well.”

“He said he will torture me for five minutes every time I mention the curse, him leaving, or being the harbinger of death.”

An eyebrow lifts and I can just make out the hint of a grin creeping around his lips. “Did he now?”

I nod, feeling my own amusement rearing its head as I unpack my morning for him, leaving nothing out. I definitely enjoy the hot pulse of his morning erection grinding into my hip when I get to the part where I woke up with Christian knuckle deep in my pussy.

I free my hand and circle the thick appendage. I stroke as I tell him how I rode his brother’s cock. Twice.

“Sore?”

I promptly shake my head, adding, “Promise.”

Daniel pushes up into a sitting position and drags me to him. My back is positioned against his chest with my legs thrown wide over both of his.

“Do you want to hear about a reoccurring fantasy I’ve had?” he drawls in that deep cadence that makes my core clench.

He makes me lift my hips as he reaches under me and grips the base of his swollen dick.

I don’t need prompting.

I impale myself on the beautiful spear and let my own lubrication and Christian’s cum take me to the bottom in a single descent.

“Tell me,” I breathe, fully seated and stretched with my knees up.

“This.” He draws me back flush to him.

In this position, I can see where he’s filling me. I can see my swollen clit and the sheen I leave on him when I pump my hips.

He stops me. “No. Just this.”

I’m a little confused for a second, but I let him hook an arm across my middle and just hold me.

“After I’d get home from work and find you on the sofa with your book. I’d imagine sitting with you like this. You could continue reading. I’d answer emails on my phone. But the whole time, your pussy would keep my cock warm. Occasionally, I’d play with your clit, tease your nipples, but that’s it.”

I don’t understand the appeal, but if this is something Daniel wants to try...

I dislodge him and hurry off the bed. He doesn’t stop me as I dart into my room, grab my book off the nightstand and hurry back.

He gives me a grin that makes my heart flutter as I climb back into his lap and reposition myself.

With his dick firmly tucked back inside me, my book open in my hand and his phone in his, Daniel drags the sheets up around our legs. I rest my head back against his shoulder as I start to read.

Try to read.

Daniel’s free hand brushes down my stomach to pull apart my lips. His finger flicks my clit. Scatters my concentration. Teasing my hips into rolling against his touch. Pumping along his cock.

“Shhh,” he whispers into my ear when I moan. “Need my baby to stay wet when warming Daddy’s cock. Don’t cum.”

I’m trying to resist.

It’s a big ask when he’s literally toying with my switch.

After a minute, he stops and resumes his scrolling on his phone. I return to my book. We’re both quiet until he does it again.

I think I can almost understand the point. It’s not exactly edging, but I definitely like the feel of him inside me, stretching my walls, resting deep, deep in my body. I do like the way my body seizes and moistens around him like a greedy mouth when he gets me close.

“Christian’s calling.”

Comfortable in my position, head back, eyes closed, I start at the first piece of conversation in, I don’t know how long.

I turn my face to the phone he’s gripping in his big hand.

Sure enough, Christian’s beautiful face fills the screen. His attention is fixed on the road as the device tries to connect the call.

Daniel swipes to answer.

“Hey,” Christian says, voice muffled slightly by the wind rushing through his open window. He rolls it up, but still has to compete with the roar of the engine. “Just driving. Thought I’d see what you guys are up to.”

I meet Daniel’s gaze, and we exchange a grin.

“You tell him,” he says, passing me the phone.

Christian spares me a quick glance. “Hey sweetheart, what you up to?”

Daniel’s finger is at my lips, spreading them to flick the tender muscle in between.

I groan and roll my hips forward into the teasing brushes. “Warming Daddy’s cock.”

Christian’s gaze flicks to the screen. “Yeah? Show me.”

I have to nudge the sheets back, but I angle the phone down between my thighs. Daniel has to flatten his palm against my pelvis while still rubbing my clit.

“Fuck, seeing your pussy stretched like that makes me want to turn around and come home.”

“Just focus on the road,” I say, pulling the camera back up to my face. “You can have my pussy all you want, but you need to come back.”

“Christ, brat, with a promise like that, how can I refuse?”

“You can’t. So, no more calling while driving. I’m hanging up.”

I end the call and slam the phone back into Daniel’s palm only to have it shoved back into mine.

“I need a new screensaver.”

We spend a large chunk of the morning in bed with Daniel’s dick, or tongue, or fingers inside me. Neither of us seem capable of stopping, like our bodies need to make up for lost time.

It’s only when my stomach whines does Daniel drag me out of our warm cocoon and haul me into the bathroom for a shower where he spends several minutes cleaning between my folds with his tongue.

“Christian texted,” he says once we finally climb out. He scoops his phone off the bathroom counter and taps the screen. “Tell my brat I arrived,” Daniel reads out loud.

I hadn’t asked him to keep me informed, but the fact that he thought of doing so fills me with a warm, tingly feeling. I’m grinning even as Daniel swaddles me in a fluffy towel and gently pats me down.

He gives me a sweet smile and kisses my mouth.

My chin.

Throat.

I’m up in his arms, my legs looped around his hips as he marches from the bathroom. Unceremoniously, I’m dropped down on my rumpled bed and the towel is torn away to leave me naked and exposed before the man who flattens his palms into my inner thighs and shoves them open wide.

He looks over me with a satisfied arrogance that makes me laugh.

“What has you so proud of yourself?” I tease.

His grin is both mischievous and superior when he replies, “Because it’s mine. All of it.” His gaze travels up from my open center to pin mine with a heated warning. “Every fucking inch of you belongs to me.”

And Christian, but it doesn’t need to be said.

Instead, I give him a naughty smirk and shrug. “You can’t prove that.”

I am immediately captured and forced over onto my stomach. My ass cheeks reflexively clench with anticipation of pain.

Instead, his thumb dips into my right cheek, drawing a slow circle shape around the visible mark he’d left there the night before. A very clear indication of his ownership.

“Can’t I?” he growls.

I guess he can. I saw the perfect outline of every one of his teeth in the mirror when getting into the shower. I can create a perfect mold if I want. It should have been horrifying, outrageous, but all I felt was sadness because eventually, it will fade.

Daniel turns me over and positions my knees up and open. The layout has my sex open, my clit exposed between the lips he spreads between his fingers.

“How does she feel this morning?” he asks.

I catch myself grinning when answering, “Wet.”

Those dark voids of endless need snap to mine. I’m momentarily certain he’s going to rail me into the mattress, so I’m disappointed when he pulls back. His eyes never leave my face as he drifts back with slow, measured steps.

“That mouth of yours is going to get you in so much trouble one day.”

I smirk. “You could always put something in it.”

A deep, guttural rumble expands the width of his chest, a sound that prickles every hair on my body to stand. It’s pure, animalistic ... fucking hot.

“You want my cock, baby?”

My gaze drops to where his meaty hand is palming his delicious erection and my core clenches. My stomach seizes.

My mouth waters!

“Always. Please. Let me taste you.”

I know it’s a no when he moves away from me to the dresser. A moment later, he has a pair of pale gray sweats in hand and a matching sweater. No amount of pouting stops him from dropping the bundle on my belly.

“Later, little doll. I need to feed you.”