KASMINE.
The water was cool against my skin, soothing the ache between my legs, but it did nothing to calm the conflict raging inside me.
Kester fucked me like it was the last day on earth.
I floated, weightless in the pool, my limbs exhausted, my thighs trembled, my core pulsed with an ache too deep to bear.
I got the release I so craved, but it didn’t stop there. I had lost count of how many times I had cummed, but this sex-god didn’t stop. And he wouldn’t have stopped if I hadn’t begged him to.
I had begged, cried, screamed-yet it hadn’t been enough for him. All that mattered to him was Imprinting his seal of ownership on my very soul -like he was staking a claim so deep, I’d never be able to rid myself of him.
He had taken more. Demanded more. Owned more.
I was beginning to think that my brother might have a problem… His sex drive was so high that it was becoming a concern to me. Now, I was getting to a point where I got worried when he got aroused. Especially after what had happened at the office, where he had fucked me until I blacked out.
How do I tell him that he might need to see a doctor without triggering him? We have been dealing with him with caution ever since after his therapy on his anger issues. No one wants to be the one to trigger Kester. Otherwise, they bore the brunt of it, and it didn’t matter who.
I sat afloat on the water, letting the coldness soothe my bruised vagina. I was bruised to the point where I could barely close my legs.
Kester had barely climaxed. He only pushed himself to cum when I almost passed out for the second time today, and I noticed that had been the norm with him whenever we fucked. He only cums when he notices my exhaustion, and I could count how many times I ever saw satisfaction on his face never.
He sat quietly beside me, seemingly lost in thoughts, swirling a glass of whiskey like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t just fucked me to the point of collapse.
His body was barely touched by exhaustion, while mine was ruined.
I shifted slightly, wincing as my thighs brushed together. Kester’s gaze flicked to me, looking so dark and unreadable before he brought the glass to his lips and took a slow sip.
“You’re quiet,” he finally said, in a voice so low and lazy.
I swallowed, “I’m tired, Kester.”
A slow smirk curved his lips. “I can tell.”
I inhaled sharply, frustration bubbling beneath my exhaustion. “That’s not normal,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even. “You barely came. You never do. It’s like… you don’t even feel it.”
Something in his expression turned dark. “I feel it, Kasmine,” he murmured, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “I feel everything.”
“Then why do you only finish when I’m-” I hesitated, my throat tightening. “Breaking?”
Kester exhaled, set his drink down beside him, and leaned forward, “You want me to see a doctor?”
The question hit me like ice water.
I stiffened. He had read right through me.
“Kester…” I hesitated, watching his fingers flex against his thighs. “I just-maybe you should talk to someone. It’s not… I mean… You hold back until I’m about to collapse. You never let yourself just… feel. Like you’re punishing yourself.”
His jaw twitched.
“And if I am?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm.
My pulse kicked up. “Then you shouldn’t be. Why should you?”
Kester let out a slow, humorless chuckle, avoiding my question. “You think I need fixing, huh?”
I swallowed hard. “I think you need help.”
Silence.
Perhaps the therapy he had gotten a few years ago wasn’t enough. Maybe he hadn’t entirely healed yet.
He fucked like one who was angry at the world, even though in all of that, he still made sure I derived the utmost pleasure there was to derive.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked on mine, but I refused to look away.
One second, he was sitting, and the next, he was in the pool, the water barely making a sound as his body dropped in it.
I gasped as he closed the distance between us in an instant, his arms caging me against the edge. The scent of whiskey and heat wrapped around me, drowning out the coolness of the water.
“I have a really high sex drive, Mine. One that is almost insatiable. And to satisfy myself, I’d ruin you beyond imagination…” He said in a serious tone before he smirked, “That’s why I hold back, and that’s why it takes me longer to reach my climax.”
A startled gasp left my lips as his body pressed against mine. Again.
“Kester…” I was sincerely worried, hoping he wouldn’t demand more sex right now. I would just die if he did. “Let yourself feel… It might not be as terrible as you make it sound.” I said like the naive little girl I was.
“You worry too much,” he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “You overthink too much.”
I swallowed, my heartbeat hammering against my ribs as I placed both my hands on his chest. “Someone has to.”
His fingers trailed down my side, slow and possessive. “You think I don’t feel anything?” he mused. “That I don’t want to feel more? I actually feel, Mine… And I want to feel more. But I am scared…”
His breath fanned against my damp skin, warm despite the chill of the water. His fingers trailed lower, resting against my waist.
“What are you scared of?” I whispered.
Kester didn’t answer immediately. His grip on me tightened slightly, his fingers flexing as if warring with himself. Then, hesitantly, his lips brushed against my temple, “Scared of losing myself in you. Scared of hurting you.”
I froze.
His hand moved, sliding up my back, fingers tangling into my wet hair as he pressed his forehead against mine.
“I hold back, Kasmine,” he murmured. “Not because I don’t feel-but because I feel too much.” His voice dropped lower, “Because every time I touch you, every time I hear you moan my name, I feel myself slipping deeper. And I don’t know if I’ll ever find my way back.”
His confession sent a shiver down my spine, different from the chill of the water.
“You make it sound like that’s a bad thing,” I murmured, my hands tightening against his chest, attempting to put a distance between us.
His chuckle was quiet, almost bitter. “Because it is.”
I shook my head slightly, looking up at him, searching his expression. “Why?”
His coal-black eyes flicked over my face, his jaw clenching. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then, his grip on me softened, his thumb brushing over my cheek with an almost reverent touch.
“Because I don’t trust myself,” he admitted. “Not with you.”
A lump formed in my throat.
“I can control everything else in my life,” he continued, “I can control my anger. My desires. My urges.” His eyes darkened, his forehead pressing harder against mine. “But I can’t control you. What I feel for you.”
He kissed me for a moment but I was too self-aware that I didn’t let myself fall for it.
I cleared my throat when he pulled away, desperate to change the topic because I didn’t like the fact that he was becoming hard and aroused again.
“I need a favor from you, Kes,” I said, and he rested his head on my chest like a child.
“Anything, Mine. Whatever you want, just say it, and it’s yours,” he said, and my stomach fluttered like there were a hundred butterflies inside.
“Promise?” I asked to make sure. Kester doesn’t go back on his promises. I knew that about him.
“I promise.” He replied drowsily like my embrace brought him a kind of comfort he rarely had.
“I want you to undo what you did to Jake.” I blurted out quickly like the words burned. His body stiffened instantly, and I knew why he had made a promise he wouldn’t be able to go back on.
Slowly, he lifted his head from my chest, locking his angry gaze on mine. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he held my gaze so intently that my heart slammed hard against my ribs.
I swallowed when the tension and silence sat comfortably between us.
His lips lifted in a small smirk before he spoke, “Okay.”
That was all he said.
I should be happy. But why did I feel… Scared? Worried?
His hand, which was still tangled in my hair, pushed me forward so close to him, but he still didn’t say a word. Instead, his gaze flicked from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes again before claiming my lips in a hard, unforgiving kiss.
I gasped into his mouth, but he didn’t give me the chance to do more than gasp.
Oh, gods. I didn’t want this now.
I whimpered when his other hand rested on my thigh, attempting to part them, but I resisted.
“Why?” He breathed into the kiss, “Can’t pay for a simple favor? Huh?” He asked, his voice holding a dangerous intent.
Just as if the Moon Goddess felt my terror, we heard the big gate slide open with force. I stilled, every nerve in my body snapping to attention, but Kester? He didn’t even flinch. He seemed not to give a fuck as he continued to kiss me like a starved animal.
“Gerald!” I heard a familiar voice calling out to the chief security guard of the house, and I could feel the frustration in her tone as she marched into the large compound.
It was June.
Gerald would be dead by the end of tonight for leaving the gate unlocked before stepping out. Kester would make sure of it, and I felt bad for him already.
My heartbeat pounded violently against my ribs. I pushed against Kester’s chest, but he wouldn’t budge. His fingers dug into my hips, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth as if he was hell-bent on her finding us.
Was he out of his fucking mind?
The pool wasn’t so far from the entrance, and June wouldn’t have had a hard time finding us here. For those who had gotten their wolves, hearing from afar isn’t a problem to them. They could pick up on the faintest sounds and scents.
Kester paused, slowly pulling away when I bit hard on his lower lip until I tasted blood. He needed to be brought back to reality.
He licked his bleeding lip, his gaze hooded as he smirked.
“It’s June, Kester!” I said in panic, scampering to my feet from the edge of the pool.
I was naked, and thankfully, it was already dark. We had spent the whole evening fucking and making out. If I ran quickly enough, she wouldn’t be able to see me.
But just before I stood to my feet, Kester grabbed me and yanked me back into the water.
A strangled gasp escaped me as I crashed into his chest, water splashing violently around us.
“What the hell are you doing?” I hissed, but before I could fully register the wicked smirk on his lips, I heard June’s voice just directly above me.
“Kester? Kasmine?”
She was already standing at the edge of the pool.
My breath locked in my throat.
June was staring straight at us.