3. ~Caleb~

"Missed me?"

His sexy growl of a voice rolled through me.

"You know I did—ungh… fuck." He had me grunting as he breached me with two slippery fingers.

"Show me how much." He bucked his hips in front of my face, his hard dick jerking in my direction, demanding my attentions.

I grasped his base as he had me shuddering while he pushed deeper into my ass with teasing, shallow thrusts of his fingers.

I squeezed hard and I was rewarded with a groan from him.

Yeah, to say he liked it rough was one hell of a major understatement.

I jerked him hard, scraping my blunt nails over his crown, then flicking his hot-as-fuck piercings in the process.

He twisted his fingers inside me. "Mmm… fuck, Cas. Yeah." He curled them and stroked that sweet spot, making me jerk and clench down around him.

"There's my good little fuck hole. Squeeze me, lovely. Show me how much you get off on having your ass toyed with."

Oh shit. I squeezed his balls, then swallowed his crown, tightening my throat and moaning as I tasted his pre-cum leaking in appreciation.

He thrust his hips up, driving his cock to the back of my throat.

"That's right, choke on me."

I gurgled and spluttered, opening my throat so he could drive deeper and take his fill.

He stabbed at that button deep inside, making me buck and fuck back on him, jolts of pleasure shooting through me, my cock dripping onto my abs and all over the sheets.

I lost it, devouring his cock, my head bobbing wildly with completely unhinged thrusts that eclipsed his, my tongue swirling, teeth scraping his shaft on the upstroke.

"Fuck," he grunted. "Swallowing my cock like the animal you are, taking my fingers like my favorite little ass slut."

Godammit, yes! Fucking yes!

I was losing my shit, worshipping his cock like a savage, when he grasped my ass with both hands, ripped his fingers out, then dove in, eating me, his lips, tongue and teeth devouring me with absolutely no mercy.

I cried out around his cock, when he then grasped mine, slicked it with my own pre-cum, then jerked the fuck out of me.

I stabbed my nails into his thighs, raking red-raw scratches just shy of drawing blood.

He groaned into my ass, the vibrations bringing a whole other realm of bliss into play.

I was close, so fucking close.

He fucked me with his tongue, deep stabbing probes that fucked up my insides in the most amazing way.

I was panting around his cock, digging into his thighs, then squeezing his balls.

And then it took me, ecstasy tearing through me, and I shot my cum all over his fingers, my ass bouncing on his face.

He pulled his tongue free and slathered my balls, making me shake and pushing my orgasm further and further until I was roaring around his cock and tugging violently on his balls.

A snarl sounded from him and he exploded down my throat, his delicious cum coating me and choking me as it just kept pumping and pumping, making me struggle to swallow it all down.

Some of it trickled down his shaft, mixing with my saliva and as I pulled off his cock, I licked it all up, not wanting to waste a drop.

I went to turn around, wanting to see that peaceful, satiated look on his face.

But then he started fucking my cum back into my ass with easy, sensual strokes of his fingers.

"Cas, you're killing me," I moaned, throwing my head back.

He reached up and stroked my hair. "Later, it'll be my cock. You'll keep my cum deep all night long."

"You'll plug me?"

"I will. Make you feel me inside you, then I'll fill you up some more until you feel me everywhere, with every move you make."

"Jesus."

He slapped my ass, then grasped my hips, and he wrenched me back.

He had me under him on my back in the next moment with one of his lightning-fast Jujitsu moves. And then he was caging me in, looming over me in that hot-as-sin way, his palms slapped down either side of my head, his caramel waves falling like curtains over us, keeping us in our own little reverie—just the way I liked it.

I reached up and stroked his long hair that cascaded down past his shoulders. It was like a freaking lion's mane. It went really well with his personality. At least the one he showed the outside world.

The dangerous dark horse that nobody dared to cross.

To them he was Ruin.

He was a ruthless businessman, but even more merciless with his enemies, any obstacle that made the mistake of putting itself in his path. When he got somebody in his sights, he absolutely decimated them, every part of them, every part of their lives, nothing left but ash in his wake.

To me, though, he was the constant in my life, my tether to everything. My confidant, my best friend, my lover, and every fucking thing. It had been me and him, and Bastian, since we were kids and had grown up in the same luxury gated community.

When the car accident had happened six years ago that had claimed the lives of both his parents and Bastian's father, I'd thought I'd lose Cas too, thought he'd shut down like he did when chaos took hold. But he hadn't, unlike Bastian. He'd held onto me.

I'd been there with him as he'd taken the reins of his father's company, King. It had been in a fucking state when command had fallen to him at the age of seventeen, his dad had actually left it in a state of near financial ruin. But I'd been there every step of the way as Cas had rebuilt it into a hell of a powerhouse.

Just like he'd been there for me after what had happened to my sister a year before.

His empire was impressively diversified, dealing in real estate, imports and exports, boasting a next-level tech division, and even branching into the entertainment sector. Caspian King didn't like to stay in one lane. He got bored easily, always searching for new endeavors to appease that thirst for more, for variety and challenge after challenge to sink his teeth into.

And it had been a trip working alongside him and seeing him and the empire thriving.

Until lately.

Until I'd gotten a little too into the darker, illegitimate aspects, the parts that had him basically ruling the underground here in Rossun.

So he'd pushed me toward Luxington University, to get back to the degree I'd put on the backburner to be there for him.

"Tell me, lovely," he said, his rumbling voice bringing me back to the immediate moment.

Us.

Here together.

For the first time in weeks.

With starting at Luxe, moving out of King Manor, and setting up in a mansion off campus with Bastian, it had been beyond busy. And texting and talking on the phone, even through video call wasn't enough. I had to be close, touching him.

"Tell you what?" I asked, dazedly, still basking in the afterglow.

"How have the first few days of collegiate life been treating you?"

I lifted a shoulder. "It's fine."

"Just fine. Hmm. Well, you need to give new endeavors time before you settle on a stance and opinion."

"Yeah, I know. It's just… mundane. Compared to what I was doing."

He stroked my cheek. "That's what you need right now. Normality. Stability."

"And out of the dark," I groused. "As you keep telling me."

"Not all the way. You still have a certain outlet."

"And when are we gonna get back down to that? It's been weeks."

"Because we had to deal with Damien."

"He's dealt with. He knows he's well and truly out after what he did."

"One unstable element removed from the equation, but I don't want you becoming another."

"I'm Wrath, Cas. That's my role in our outlet."

"And you've delivered well with your punishment and passion for our nightly endeavors."

"But now you think it's unbalanced because Damien is out? His whole Chaos persona."

"He had become increasingly unbalanced, that's why he's out. He almost compromised us because he lost his grip on his control and reality."

He rolled off me and propped his elbow on his pillow, holding his head as he softly stroked my bicep, running his fingers over my snake tattoos—red, black, and gold—that were created with a 3D effect, twisting around the length of either arm. He loved them, just like I couldn't get enough of the one tattoo he had over his heart of a black wolf with gnashing teeth dripping blood wearing a golden crown.

"Tell me about the girl."

He had me sinking into his touch as he soothed me in that strategic way of his. Before I could do a thing to counter it, he had me. I let out a peaceful sigh as I looked into his shining hazel eyes for a moment, before telling him, "As I told you when I first got here earlier, she didn't take the bait. Unfortunately, the strings you pulled to fuck with that first class so Bastian and I could use it to set her on the desired path with us and align her priorities to us, away from her studies at Luxe, were wasted."

"You said she ran?"

"Yeah."

"At what point?"

"What?"

"What triggered the running?"

"Bastian mentioned Onyx."

"Hmm. Well, he wouldn't have done so if it hadn't been needed."

"I don't know. Yeah, he's usually the calm one, being Rein and all that, keeping us all reined in, but, with this, he might've slipped a little."

Cas looked more than a little surprised. The idea of Bastian slipping up these days was out there to begin with. But him actually having a reaction to anybody was a whole other level. He was dead inside. He couldn't react to things. It just didn't happen.

I mean, the only time it could be feasible would be if he was entering one of his downward spirals.

"How? What slip?" Cas asked, stopping with stroking me and sitting up.

"He called her beautiful."

He stilled. "Say that again?"

"You heard me. And he also touched her. I mean, just her hair, but still. For Bastian, that's—"

"Worrisome," Cas finished for me.

"Could be."

"He could also be reacting to her energy. He's not used to encountering people like her, outside of us. She's bold, no-nonsense, feisty, with an artistic and liberated side. She's not a conformist like those who make up Luxe and the circles the Thorns run in."

"All that was tampered down and he wasn't liking it."

"That's why she ran when he invoked that name."

I nodded. "Seems she's trying to conform now, be one of the many at Luxe. Keep her head down and all that."

"Then Bastian is well-suited to what needs to be done. He won't like the pretense she's putting on."

"It'll provoke that wolfish side of him."

"Let him toy with her. Then you'll take your turn."

"When he's opened her up."

"You'll drag her into the dark."

"And you? When are you planning to get involved directly? I know it's more complicated for you because of the role you need to maintain as head of King."

"Once she's submerged, I'll do what I do best."

"Ruin her?"

His eyes flashed. "Wreck her to pieces."

"Mmm, fuck," I groaned at the delicious promise of his words and every depraved thing it would entail. I reached out and stroked my cock, but he was there in the next second pouncing on me.

I trembled with sudden, pulsating need as he growled at my ear. "Get on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fuck you like a beast until your ass is squirming on my cock unable to take another second."

"Fuck, Cas, I'll always take you. Every fucking thing."

He nipped at my ear. "I know you will, lovely."

I scrambled onto my hands and knees.

His hand stroked over my shoulders, down the length of my back, leaving a trail of burning heat in its wake that had me moaning out and bursting with anticipation, my cock already hard as stone again.

"Perfect," he crooned. "Now open that hungry ass for me."

Yes! Yes! Yes!

This was gonna be a long night.

When we got like this, in this headspace, it could last for hours on end.

Just what I fucking needed so badly right now.