Marabella
Kyan’s lips crash against mine as he presses himself between my legs. His hands claws at my shirt as he tugs it off me, forcing his lips from mine. He tosses it aside and looks down at me. There is so much intensity in his gaze it makes me squirm. He growls softly while hooking his finger under my bra and shredding the middle with a clawed finger.
“Kyan, it is my only bra,” I snap, smacking his arm.
“You have more in the drawer. Lucas brought you clothes the other day,” he purrs, palming my breast.
“I have clothes here, and you didn’t tell me?” I gasp.
“Maybe I enjoy seeing you in mine,” he chuckles, dipping his head. His lips replace his hand as he nips and licks at the soft tissue of my breast before tracing his tongue around my nipple. My back arches as tingles run up my spine when he bites into the side of my breast.
Pain slices through me, and I curse him out, but he snickers, tracing his bite mark with his tongue as he travels lower, nipping at my skin and making me tremble. His canines are painful as they slice my skin, but his tongue is like a remedy soothing the pain.
“Is he a sadist?” Kora asks, cringing when he bites into my thigh.
“Kyan, I swear you bite me one more time, and I will bite you back,” I snarl when he shoves my legs apart, settling between them.
“Shush,” he growls, and I sit up on my elbows, watching him. He pushes his shoulders between my legs, forcing them wider and sucking on my thigh near the apex of my legs. Thrills rush through me and my pussy throbs in anticipation.
“Typical man can never find the clit,” Kora chuffs.
“What are you talking about, and why now must you speak?” I growl at her.
“Well then, don’t whine to me when he has been sucking your left fanny flap for ten minutes because he needs a map,” Kora huffs, and I go to retort when his tongue slides between my folds, and I groan at the hot, wet feel of his tongue tasting me.
“Tell Kora I know where the clit is,” Kyan chuckles against my wet lips.
“Is that so Mr. Smarty pants,” she retorts. He growls, his tongue teasing, and her running commentary is driving me insane.
“Hmm, see, I am right, closer, nope, too far, not it,” Kora taunts him when he shoves his tongue inside me.
Kyan pushes my leg higher, biting the inside of my thigh with a growl. I can feel his annoyance at her taunting, and I am two seconds away from asking him to order her out of my head.
“See, he needs a map. He can’t-” Kyan growls.
The vibration makes my inner walls flutter when his hot mouth locks around my clit. Pleasure bursts through me, insanely strong as he sucks and flicks it with his tongue.
“Oh god,” I sigh, falling back on the bed.
“I can be,” Kyan chuckles.
“Bravo, he found it; I guess he doesn’t need a map,” Kora says, eating her words and sauntering away to the back of my mind.
Kyan purrs, his hot mouth licking and sucking, teasing more juices from me. My hips move against his mouth as his tongue swirls around my swollen clit. He pins my legs to force them flat against the mattress, so I can’t move as he devours me bit by bit, leaving me a moaning, writhing mess as I climb higher only for him to slow his rhythm. After the third time, I seriously consider sitting on his face and taking what I want from him.
Kyan growls, biting down on my clit and making me buck. “So impatient,” he purrs, laving his tongue over it and then sucking on it. My eyes roll into the back of my head when I feel him move, and he shoves his finger inside me. I flinch at the unexpected intrusion while his tongue continues to flick and twirl around my clit teasingly. My legs tremble when he pulls his finger from me and then adds another.
My breathing becomes harsher when he adds a third, and I squirm at the stretching feeling. His other arm moves, and he drapes it over my hips and stomach before sitting up slightly. My legs are forced wider and further into the mattress.
He curls his fingers up, and an airy moan leaves my lips. He smirks down at me cockily as he thrusts his fingers into me. My walls clench around them. I move my hips only for him to press harder down on my stomach to still me.
I growl and look at him, but he is watching his fingers move in and out of me before he dips his face, sucking on my clit and driving me insane as more juices gush out, wetting the sheets and my thighs. His tongue lapping them up. Kyan pulls his fingers from me before he only reinserts two, the other pressing to my ass, and my eyes fly open.
“Kyan!” I shriek when he forces his wet finger inside me, the feeling foreign yet not painful, just a different sensation. His tongue flicks my clit, and he sucks harder, his fingers moving at the same rhythm, and my skin heats, and my stomach clenches. My entire body tenses, and Kyan growls as my muscles lock around his fingers like a vise.
Heat rushes through me, blistering hot, and my mind goes blank as my orgasm washes over me. A breathy moan leaves my lips at its rippling effect as my body relaxes. My entire body sags with relief, and my pussy aches and throbs to its own beat with minor aftershocks. Kyan pulls his fingers from me, laughing as I pant, trying to catch my breath. He kisses me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, and I am his puppet as he forces me to taste myself on his tongue.
“Did I find it?” he laughs. “Or should I buy a map?” he snickers. I groan and slap his chest as he hovers above me. He did more than find it; he damn well broke it, my clit still pulsating. Kyan pecks my lips and I yawn, too lazy to move. Kyan walks into the bathroom, and I hear him turn on the faucet as he washes his hands.
The phone begins to ring, so I roll and reach for it on the bedside table. Kyan, however, grabs it before I can and answers it. He places it to his ear, and I can hear Jonah’s voice, which makes me sit upright.
“She is right here. I will put her on,” Kyan says, passing me the phone. He smirks, and I snatch it from him, giving him a glare.
“Hello?”
“Sounding a little puffed out there, Mara. What have you been up to?” My face heats, and Kyan’s eyes sparkle mischievously back at me.
“Nothing,” I lie, sticking my tongue out at Kyan.
“Really, so this hard-on I have much to your brother’s disgust has nothing to do with you?” Jonah asks.
“Please tell me you did not just say that in front of him?!” I panic.
“Not a mental image I want, so don’t tell him shit. I mean it, Marabella, one word leaves your lips. I will fry your boy toy,” Eziah snarls from somewhere near him.
“What are you wearing?” Jonah chuckles.
“I am warning you, Jonah, that is my sister you’re talking to,” Eziah growls at him. I chuckle, knowing Jonah is trying to tick him off.
“None of your business,” I tell him.
“You are naked, aren’t you?” Jonah laughs before I hear banging and groaning, and the phone is dropped.
“You little shit, get over here,” Jonah snarls. Eziah shrieks, and I hear a loud thump.
“Get your hard-on off me, you sick bastard!” Eziah squeals. “Mom!” Eziah screams.
“Ha sucker, damn momma’s boy,” I hear Jonah laugh, then the sound of the phone being picked up and Jonah is back again. “I am back, just had to sort out your brother.”
“Where are you?” I ask him.
“Damn cabin in the middle of nowhere,” Jonah answers.
“You gave me a dead arm,” Eziah growls from somewhere in the background.
“Oh shit gotta go, Momma goose, I can hear stomping her way over, to sort out your brat brother,” Jonah says.
“Wait, when will you be coming back?” I ask.
“Soon, we think she is hiding somewhere in the damn mountains. I swear, when I find her if dad doesn’t kick her ass, I fucking will,” Jonah tells me when I hear another bang and then my mother’s voice.
“What in the hell is going on in here? Why all the racket?” she booms.
“He started it,” they both say at the same time, and I shake my head just as the phone cuts out. I stared at the screen and I pout.
“See, I told you he is fine,” Kyan says, plucking the phone from my hand.