Wicked games, p.23
Wicked Games, page 23
I keep my gaze fixed firmly on William. “Tell me everything.”
“He accosted him in the hall and shoved him in here,” Jace says. “Then he pinned him against the wall and winded him so he could force the pills into his mouth. When he was done with that, he choked him out until he swallowed them.”
I let Jace’s words wash over me and welcome the mental images they bring. I don’t need them to be pissed off, but I want to know exactly what I’m punishing William for.
“Then he stayed with him to make sure he didn’t puke them up and bailed when they started kicking in, leaving him here alone to deal with the high by himself,” Jace finishes. “Based on what he said, we missed him by a few minutes. Did I get that right?”
“Yeah,” Felix answers.
“Is that true?” I ask William.
His silence tells me everything I need to know.
“Run,” I tell him.
“What?” he splutters.
“Run,” I repeat.
He looks between me and the door, then takes off toward it.
Seeing him try to flee triggers something inside me, and I let out a primal growl as all the anger and rage I’ve been actively repressing breaks through my carefully constructed walls and hits in a rush of adrenaline and bloodlust.
I catch up with him when his hand is only inches from the broken doorknob and grab his shoulders.
He shrieks and tries to flail out of my grip, but I just throw him away from the door. He stumbles into the center of the room and sort of freezes like a deer caught in some proverbial headlights.
I’m on him a second later, and we tumble to the floor as I get my arms around him in a tackle hold.
Either he’s too fucked up to fight, or he doesn’t know how, because his fists bounce off me as I get on top of him and pin him to the floor.
“Please don’t, I’m sorry,” he begs, wiggling to get out from under me.
My first punch slams into his jaw, snapping his head to the side, and my second lands in the center of his stomach.
He gasps and tries to curl into himself as the wind is knocked out of him, but I don’t give him the chance and deliver another blow to his stomach that leaves him gulping for air like a fish on land.
“Come on,” I growl and get off him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”
He rolls onto his side and shakily gets up on his knees, still gasping and trying to pull in air. He manages to climb to his feet, then lunges at me.
I let him get a hit in, and the impact of his fist on my cheekbone is sharp and annoying, but not nearly hard enough to do more than piss me off more.
He swings again. I block him with one arm and deliver a hook to his jaw with the other. He stumbles away from me and falls to his knees.
I wait as he gets back up and throws himself at me in a messy tackle. His weight is enough to knock me off my feet, but I’m already swinging as we tumble to the floor.
William’s survival instincts finally seem to kick in, and he starts grappling with me for real. He’s punching and kicking and writhing to get out from under me, and the flailing is as entertaining as it is infuriating.
Every hit that he lands only serves to fuel my rage, and I give in to my instincts and stop holding back.
His nose makes a sound like puffed rice cereal being crushed as my fist connects with it, and droplets of blood splatter across my chest when I slam a left hook to the side of his face. He blocks my next hit but can’t get one in as I pummel him with hit after hit until someone grabs my shoulders and drags me off him.
I don’t fight as Jax throws me onto the floor a few feet away.
William is in rough shape, but he’s still conscious as he lays where I left him, gasping and groaning like the pathetic worm he is.
“You can kill him later,” Jace says calmly. “We want our fun first.”
I glance back at him. Felix is holding his free hand and rubbing his face against Jace’s palm, but his eyes are fixed on me, and his smile is dark and full of heat.
“Promise?” I rasp, my throat tight with the leftover rage from the fight.
“Promise.” He smacks a loud kiss against Felix’s temple and untangles himself from him.
Felix whimpers and starts rubbing his hands over his chest.
Jace shoots me a smirky grin and heads over to where William is still lying on the floor, his face covered in blood and already swollen with bruises.
Jax tosses Jace his mask, and they put them on.
I barely pay them any attention as they haul William to his feet and get his mask on, then drag him toward the door, supporting his limp body between them. His feet do a decent impression of the Road Runner as he tries to keep up with them.
Felix’s eyes are full of heat as I stalk toward him, and the needy cry he lets out when I pin him against the wall only serves to fuel my desire for him.
I’m still pissed as hell about everything that went down tonight, especially him leaving my room, but I don’t want to hurt him. I just can’t be gentle right now.
He doesn’t resist as I spin him around and yank down his pants. He gasps and arches his back as he plants his hands on the wall in the perfect submissive pose.
A feral growl tears from my throat as I dig a packet of lube I grabbed out of one of the many bowls of lube and condoms that were littered around the floor earlier out of my pocket and tear it open with my teeth. I’m barely able to focus as I shove my pants down so they puddle around my ankles and squirt the lube onto my aching dick. I take a second to slick myself up, then smear some over his hole.
“Who’s ass is this?” I growl in his ear and shove one finger inside him.
He pushes back against me. “Yours! It’s yours,” he cries desperately.
“Fucking right it is.” I shove a second finger in with the first. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” he practically sobs and squeezes around my fingers. “Only you.”
“I hope to fuck you’re ready for me,” I say, nearly as delirious as he is as I pump my fingers to loosen him up.
“Do it,” he begs. “Fuck me, big brother.”
With a feral cry that comes from deep inside me, I pull my fingers out of him and notch my cock against his softened hole.
His cry is equally loud and wild as I sink into him, and the sight of his body swallowing my dick is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I barely pause when I’m fully sheathed and snap my hips back until only my cockhead is holding him open, then surge forward until our skin slaps together and I’m as deep inside him as possible.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” he cries as I grab his thighs and haul him back against my thrusts.
“Tell me right fucking now if it’s too much,” I say through gritted teeth.
“So good,” he chokes out and grabs his dick, his arm moving furiously as he strokes himself.
I shift my hips, searching out his prostate. I know I’ve found my mark when he lets out a guttural cry and clenches around me.
Keeping that angle, I drive into him. I’m not being gentle, and he doesn’t want me to be as he pushes back against my cock and begs for me to go harder and faster, even though that’s pretty much impossible at this point.
We’re being loud and reckless, but that only makes everything hotter. I want everyone to hear us, want them to know how much my stepbrother loves taking my cock.
I want them to hear me claim him so they know he’s mine.
“Killian,” he gasps, his hand moving furiously under him. “I can’t…”
Letting go of his thighs, I curl my body around his and bat his hand away from his cock.
He lets me take over, and I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
He’s babbling now, begging me to fuck him, to make him come. I try to hold back so I don’t hurt him, but he’s having none of it and starts pushing back on me, forcing me to go as hard and fast as possible.
He’s so desperate for it, so eager that my body tightens, and I feel my orgasm building deep inside me.
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” I growl in his ear.
“So much,” he chokes out. “Love when you fuck me. Want you in me always.”
My entire body stiffens at his words, and I don’t even have time to pull out before I’m coming, and by the way Felix grabs my ass and yanks me against him, he doesn’t want me to pull out either.
Giving in to my release, I sink my teeth into the meaty part of his shoulder and pump my hips as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt explodes from deep inside of me, and I empty deep inside him.
When my orgasm is finally over, I tear my mouth from his shoulder and pull out of him so I can spin him around.
His eyes are wild, his cheeks and neck are flushed red, and his cock is so hard it feels like a steel pipe as it presses into my thigh.
Not thinking about anything other than how much I want to make him come, I drop to my knees and swallow his cock.
His cry is loud and echoes in the room. I groan around his length as he buries his hands in my hair. He tastes like skin, and a bit like how cum smells, but there’s an undertone of something dark and wild that’s downright addictive.
I’ve never sucked a dick before, but it doesn’t feel weird to have Felix’s in my mouth. And it’s the most natural thing in the world when I start moving over him, testing out different rhythms and suction as I get used to giving head for the first time.
He’s babbling now, begging for more and for me to not stop. He pulls at my hair and spreads his legs wide.
I slip two fingers inside him. He’s wet with my release, and I use it as lube while I finger him, dragging my fingers over his prostate as he rocks with me.
“Oh god, Killian!” He punches his hips up, almost choking me on his dick, but I stick with him and suck harder.
He finally comes with a scream, spilling into my mouth as his ass ripples and clenches around my fingers.
He tastes good, and I hold him in my mouth until he tugs me off him with a strangled cry. I keep my fingers where they are, holding my release inside him, and stand back up so I can press my body against his.
He immediately seals his mouth over mine. His kiss is eager and messy, but that just makes it so much hotter as he licks around my mouth and cleans up the bit of him I couldn’t manage to swallow.
We stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing and coming down, until I reluctantly break the kiss and hug him against my body.
Felix is practically purring in my arms as he explores my back with his hands and rubs his face against every part of me he can reach.
“You have to let go,” I tell him. “We need to go upstairs.”
“Don’t wanna.” He nibbles on the skin just under my ear.
I suppress a shudder and gently untangle myself from him.
He’s pouting when I finally peel him off me, but I prop him against the wall and pull his pants up, then right my own. When we’re both mostly decent, I put my mask back on and grab his off the floor.
He doesn’t fight as I tie it back on him. I hate not being able to see his face, but at least no one else will see him like this.
Not giving a shit about anything other than getting him to my room and away from this damn party, I take his hand and pull him from the wall.
He clings to it with both of his and lets me tug him out of the study room.
Wordlessly, I lead him down the hall and toward the lobby. I’d rather take the stairs to minimize how many people see him like this, but the elevator will be easier.
He dutifully falls into step beside me, still clinging to my hand like it’s his lifeline. We don’t pass many people as we leave the left wing, but the few that we do all stop and stare at us.
Seeing two guys together at these kinds of parties, even at the Rapture where anything goes, is a rarity, and I’m glad Felix’s mask covers his entire face, so there’s no chance anyone will recognize him.
I don’t give a fuck if people know it’s me, but I don’t want to out Felix like this.
The lobby is crowded compared to the left wing, and it feels like everyone stops to stare at us as we head to the elevators.
Felix doesn’t seem to notice our audience, and as soon as we’re in front of the elevators, he drops my hand and presses against me, curling his body into mine.
I wrap one arm around him and press the up button. The doors to the elevator slide open a second later, and he doesn’t resist as I lead him onto it.
The trip up to our floor only takes a few seconds, and he dutifully follows me as I bring him to my room and get him inside.
24
FELIX
The door to our room closes with a soft click behind us as Killian brings me inside and over to my bed. My feet aren’t working so good, but at least my head isn’t as fuzzy now.
As soon as I’m settled, I grab his arm and tug him down on the bed beside me. “It’s annoying when you loom over me like that,” I tell him by way of an explanation.
He’s so close his arm brushes mine. I press against him, and a burst of electricity explodes on my skin and seems to reverberate through my entire body in a wave pattern that’s as disorienting as it is weird.
Everything feels off, like I somehow fell out of sync with the rest of the world. There’s a slight delay between reality and my ability to process what’s happening around me, but it’s hard to care about that when everything feels so damn good.
“Is William the guy who’s trying to kill me?” I blink a few times as that thought sort of bounces around in my head for a few seconds.
“You want my honest answer?”
“Like you ever give another kind.” I snicker. “Hit me with the facts, bro.”
“I don’t think he is. I didn’t tell you this, but I saw William come out of his room when you were in the hall the night you were attacked in the pool. He snapped a pic and kept going. Literally stepped over you while you were on the floor and didn’t look back.”
“Yeah, that’s not the reaction of someone who just saw that the guy they tried to murder is still breathing.” I heave a disgruntled sigh. “And now I have to worry about yet another unflattering pic of me making the rounds.” I make a face. “Awesome.”
“No one saw it.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, barely suppressing a smile.
Nothing is funny, but I feel good. Like all my troubles have disappeared, and the only thing left is bliss and good feels.
“The twins took care of it.”
“What do you mean?” I rub my hand against my stomach. The scrape of the thin cotton against my skin sends little zings of pleasure and something equally as nice through every part of me.
“They made him delete it, and Jace made sure it was wiped off his phone. They also had a little chat with him about what happens when you fuck with us, but he obviously didn’t take their warnings seriously.”
I huff out a laugh. “Moron. Like, you have to be a special type of stupid to not listen when not just one, but two guys like the twins threaten you. They’re scarier than you, no offense.”
Killian smirks. “None taken.”
I pause as his words fully register. “But why would they do that?”
He shoots me a questioning look. “What do you mean, why did they do that?”
“Why did they bother to delete the photo?” I clarify.
“Because he fucked with you, and that’s what we do when someone fucks with what’s ours.”
I swallow and drop my eyes to my lap as I’m hit with a wave of emotions, and not all of them happy. “I’ve never had anyone look out for me before. It’s weird, but I kinda really like it.”
“Well, get used to it. You’re family, and we always take care of family.”
I shoot him a quick smile. I know he just means that I’m family by marriage, but it means a lot that they’re so willing to step up and protect me, especially since he doesn’t even like me.
“How do you feel?” he says. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and try not to grin like a dumbass as the memories of him fucking me in the study room play in my mind’s eye. “No, you didn’t. And I’m fine. Well, mostly fine. I feel weird, not gonna lie.” Weird is an understatement, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it since my brain doesn’t want to think about anything other than how good everything feels.
“Have you ever done molly?”
“No.” I slide my gaze to his. “Never took dick pills either.”
A weird wave of dizziness hits, but instead of the world around me spinning, it feels like I’m spinning, even though I’m sitting still.
“Am I about to croak?” I ask. “Because I’m way too high to think about dying right now. I’d rather enjoy my last few minutes on Earth, thank you very much.”
“You’ll be fine.” He scrubs his hand through his hair. It’s messy and a bit wild, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers through it because I know it’s as soft and silky as it looks. “Molly and dick pills aren’t a lethal combo.”
“That’s reassuring.” I tug at the collar of my shirt. My chest feels hot, and little prickles of heat break out on my skin. “The molly is awesome,” I tell him. “Everything feels fantastic right now.” More of those heat prickles break out on my skin, and it feels less nice now and more like I’m being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“Your shirt. You keep pulling on it.”
“It’s nothing. Just hot. And the material feels funny.” I lean back on my hands and look up at the ceiling. The intricate pattern on it is as fascinating as it is ridiculous.
I roll my head back and forth, my eyes still glued to the ceiling as the patterns shift and seem to come alive.
Killian leans back on his hands, and I tear my eyes from the ceiling and study him.
He’s so gorgeous he doesn’t even look real anymore.
“Are you even real?” I ask, my voice breathy and dreamy.
He shoots me a smirky smile that makes my insides feel funny. “Pretty sure I am.”
“It’s unfair how hot you are.” I pull my shirt away from my body and flap it a few times to get some airflow on my skin. “It’s actually unfair how hot your whole family is. The twins, Xave, you. I mean, you’re the hottest, but all of you look like models.” I huff out a weird laugh. “Models who murder, but still models.”
“He accosted him in the hall and shoved him in here,” Jace says. “Then he pinned him against the wall and winded him so he could force the pills into his mouth. When he was done with that, he choked him out until he swallowed them.”
I let Jace’s words wash over me and welcome the mental images they bring. I don’t need them to be pissed off, but I want to know exactly what I’m punishing William for.
“Then he stayed with him to make sure he didn’t puke them up and bailed when they started kicking in, leaving him here alone to deal with the high by himself,” Jace finishes. “Based on what he said, we missed him by a few minutes. Did I get that right?”
“Yeah,” Felix answers.
“Is that true?” I ask William.
His silence tells me everything I need to know.
“Run,” I tell him.
“What?” he splutters.
“Run,” I repeat.
He looks between me and the door, then takes off toward it.
Seeing him try to flee triggers something inside me, and I let out a primal growl as all the anger and rage I’ve been actively repressing breaks through my carefully constructed walls and hits in a rush of adrenaline and bloodlust.
I catch up with him when his hand is only inches from the broken doorknob and grab his shoulders.
He shrieks and tries to flail out of my grip, but I just throw him away from the door. He stumbles into the center of the room and sort of freezes like a deer caught in some proverbial headlights.
I’m on him a second later, and we tumble to the floor as I get my arms around him in a tackle hold.
Either he’s too fucked up to fight, or he doesn’t know how, because his fists bounce off me as I get on top of him and pin him to the floor.
“Please don’t, I’m sorry,” he begs, wiggling to get out from under me.
My first punch slams into his jaw, snapping his head to the side, and my second lands in the center of his stomach.
He gasps and tries to curl into himself as the wind is knocked out of him, but I don’t give him the chance and deliver another blow to his stomach that leaves him gulping for air like a fish on land.
“Come on,” I growl and get off him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”
He rolls onto his side and shakily gets up on his knees, still gasping and trying to pull in air. He manages to climb to his feet, then lunges at me.
I let him get a hit in, and the impact of his fist on my cheekbone is sharp and annoying, but not nearly hard enough to do more than piss me off more.
He swings again. I block him with one arm and deliver a hook to his jaw with the other. He stumbles away from me and falls to his knees.
I wait as he gets back up and throws himself at me in a messy tackle. His weight is enough to knock me off my feet, but I’m already swinging as we tumble to the floor.
William’s survival instincts finally seem to kick in, and he starts grappling with me for real. He’s punching and kicking and writhing to get out from under me, and the flailing is as entertaining as it is infuriating.
Every hit that he lands only serves to fuel my rage, and I give in to my instincts and stop holding back.
His nose makes a sound like puffed rice cereal being crushed as my fist connects with it, and droplets of blood splatter across my chest when I slam a left hook to the side of his face. He blocks my next hit but can’t get one in as I pummel him with hit after hit until someone grabs my shoulders and drags me off him.
I don’t fight as Jax throws me onto the floor a few feet away.
William is in rough shape, but he’s still conscious as he lays where I left him, gasping and groaning like the pathetic worm he is.
“You can kill him later,” Jace says calmly. “We want our fun first.”
I glance back at him. Felix is holding his free hand and rubbing his face against Jace’s palm, but his eyes are fixed on me, and his smile is dark and full of heat.
“Promise?” I rasp, my throat tight with the leftover rage from the fight.
“Promise.” He smacks a loud kiss against Felix’s temple and untangles himself from him.
Felix whimpers and starts rubbing his hands over his chest.
Jace shoots me a smirky grin and heads over to where William is still lying on the floor, his face covered in blood and already swollen with bruises.
Jax tosses Jace his mask, and they put them on.
I barely pay them any attention as they haul William to his feet and get his mask on, then drag him toward the door, supporting his limp body between them. His feet do a decent impression of the Road Runner as he tries to keep up with them.
Felix’s eyes are full of heat as I stalk toward him, and the needy cry he lets out when I pin him against the wall only serves to fuel my desire for him.
I’m still pissed as hell about everything that went down tonight, especially him leaving my room, but I don’t want to hurt him. I just can’t be gentle right now.
He doesn’t resist as I spin him around and yank down his pants. He gasps and arches his back as he plants his hands on the wall in the perfect submissive pose.
A feral growl tears from my throat as I dig a packet of lube I grabbed out of one of the many bowls of lube and condoms that were littered around the floor earlier out of my pocket and tear it open with my teeth. I’m barely able to focus as I shove my pants down so they puddle around my ankles and squirt the lube onto my aching dick. I take a second to slick myself up, then smear some over his hole.
“Who’s ass is this?” I growl in his ear and shove one finger inside him.
He pushes back against me. “Yours! It’s yours,” he cries desperately.
“Fucking right it is.” I shove a second finger in with the first. “Who do you belong to?”
“You,” he practically sobs and squeezes around my fingers. “Only you.”
“I hope to fuck you’re ready for me,” I say, nearly as delirious as he is as I pump my fingers to loosen him up.
“Do it,” he begs. “Fuck me, big brother.”
With a feral cry that comes from deep inside me, I pull my fingers out of him and notch my cock against his softened hole.
His cry is equally loud and wild as I sink into him, and the sight of his body swallowing my dick is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
I barely pause when I’m fully sheathed and snap my hips back until only my cockhead is holding him open, then surge forward until our skin slaps together and I’m as deep inside him as possible.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” he cries as I grab his thighs and haul him back against my thrusts.
“Tell me right fucking now if it’s too much,” I say through gritted teeth.
“So good,” he chokes out and grabs his dick, his arm moving furiously as he strokes himself.
I shift my hips, searching out his prostate. I know I’ve found my mark when he lets out a guttural cry and clenches around me.
Keeping that angle, I drive into him. I’m not being gentle, and he doesn’t want me to be as he pushes back against my cock and begs for me to go harder and faster, even though that’s pretty much impossible at this point.
We’re being loud and reckless, but that only makes everything hotter. I want everyone to hear us, want them to know how much my stepbrother loves taking my cock.
I want them to hear me claim him so they know he’s mine.
“Killian,” he gasps, his hand moving furiously under him. “I can’t…”
Letting go of his thighs, I curl my body around his and bat his hand away from his cock.
He lets me take over, and I stroke him in time with my thrusts.
He’s babbling now, begging me to fuck him, to make him come. I try to hold back so I don’t hurt him, but he’s having none of it and starts pushing back on me, forcing me to go as hard and fast as possible.
He’s so desperate for it, so eager that my body tightens, and I feel my orgasm building deep inside me.
“Tell me how much you love my cock,” I growl in his ear.
“So much,” he chokes out. “Love when you fuck me. Want you in me always.”
My entire body stiffens at his words, and I don’t even have time to pull out before I’m coming, and by the way Felix grabs my ass and yanks me against him, he doesn’t want me to pull out either.
Giving in to my release, I sink my teeth into the meaty part of his shoulder and pump my hips as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt explodes from deep inside of me, and I empty deep inside him.
When my orgasm is finally over, I tear my mouth from his shoulder and pull out of him so I can spin him around.
His eyes are wild, his cheeks and neck are flushed red, and his cock is so hard it feels like a steel pipe as it presses into my thigh.
Not thinking about anything other than how much I want to make him come, I drop to my knees and swallow his cock.
His cry is loud and echoes in the room. I groan around his length as he buries his hands in my hair. He tastes like skin, and a bit like how cum smells, but there’s an undertone of something dark and wild that’s downright addictive.
I’ve never sucked a dick before, but it doesn’t feel weird to have Felix’s in my mouth. And it’s the most natural thing in the world when I start moving over him, testing out different rhythms and suction as I get used to giving head for the first time.
He’s babbling now, begging for more and for me to not stop. He pulls at my hair and spreads his legs wide.
I slip two fingers inside him. He’s wet with my release, and I use it as lube while I finger him, dragging my fingers over his prostate as he rocks with me.
“Oh god, Killian!” He punches his hips up, almost choking me on his dick, but I stick with him and suck harder.
He finally comes with a scream, spilling into my mouth as his ass ripples and clenches around my fingers.
He tastes good, and I hold him in my mouth until he tugs me off him with a strangled cry. I keep my fingers where they are, holding my release inside him, and stand back up so I can press my body against his.
He immediately seals his mouth over mine. His kiss is eager and messy, but that just makes it so much hotter as he licks around my mouth and cleans up the bit of him I couldn’t manage to swallow.
We stay like that for a few minutes, just kissing and coming down, until I reluctantly break the kiss and hug him against my body.
Felix is practically purring in my arms as he explores my back with his hands and rubs his face against every part of me he can reach.
“You have to let go,” I tell him. “We need to go upstairs.”
“Don’t wanna.” He nibbles on the skin just under my ear.
I suppress a shudder and gently untangle myself from him.
He’s pouting when I finally peel him off me, but I prop him against the wall and pull his pants up, then right my own. When we’re both mostly decent, I put my mask back on and grab his off the floor.
He doesn’t fight as I tie it back on him. I hate not being able to see his face, but at least no one else will see him like this.
Not giving a shit about anything other than getting him to my room and away from this damn party, I take his hand and pull him from the wall.
He clings to it with both of his and lets me tug him out of the study room.
Wordlessly, I lead him down the hall and toward the lobby. I’d rather take the stairs to minimize how many people see him like this, but the elevator will be easier.
He dutifully falls into step beside me, still clinging to my hand like it’s his lifeline. We don’t pass many people as we leave the left wing, but the few that we do all stop and stare at us.
Seeing two guys together at these kinds of parties, even at the Rapture where anything goes, is a rarity, and I’m glad Felix’s mask covers his entire face, so there’s no chance anyone will recognize him.
I don’t give a fuck if people know it’s me, but I don’t want to out Felix like this.
The lobby is crowded compared to the left wing, and it feels like everyone stops to stare at us as we head to the elevators.
Felix doesn’t seem to notice our audience, and as soon as we’re in front of the elevators, he drops my hand and presses against me, curling his body into mine.
I wrap one arm around him and press the up button. The doors to the elevator slide open a second later, and he doesn’t resist as I lead him onto it.
The trip up to our floor only takes a few seconds, and he dutifully follows me as I bring him to my room and get him inside.
24
FELIX
The door to our room closes with a soft click behind us as Killian brings me inside and over to my bed. My feet aren’t working so good, but at least my head isn’t as fuzzy now.
As soon as I’m settled, I grab his arm and tug him down on the bed beside me. “It’s annoying when you loom over me like that,” I tell him by way of an explanation.
He’s so close his arm brushes mine. I press against him, and a burst of electricity explodes on my skin and seems to reverberate through my entire body in a wave pattern that’s as disorienting as it is weird.
Everything feels off, like I somehow fell out of sync with the rest of the world. There’s a slight delay between reality and my ability to process what’s happening around me, but it’s hard to care about that when everything feels so damn good.
“Is William the guy who’s trying to kill me?” I blink a few times as that thought sort of bounces around in my head for a few seconds.
“You want my honest answer?”
“Like you ever give another kind.” I snicker. “Hit me with the facts, bro.”
“I don’t think he is. I didn’t tell you this, but I saw William come out of his room when you were in the hall the night you were attacked in the pool. He snapped a pic and kept going. Literally stepped over you while you were on the floor and didn’t look back.”
“Yeah, that’s not the reaction of someone who just saw that the guy they tried to murder is still breathing.” I heave a disgruntled sigh. “And now I have to worry about yet another unflattering pic of me making the rounds.” I make a face. “Awesome.”
“No one saw it.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, barely suppressing a smile.
Nothing is funny, but I feel good. Like all my troubles have disappeared, and the only thing left is bliss and good feels.
“The twins took care of it.”
“What do you mean?” I rub my hand against my stomach. The scrape of the thin cotton against my skin sends little zings of pleasure and something equally as nice through every part of me.
“They made him delete it, and Jace made sure it was wiped off his phone. They also had a little chat with him about what happens when you fuck with us, but he obviously didn’t take their warnings seriously.”
I huff out a laugh. “Moron. Like, you have to be a special type of stupid to not listen when not just one, but two guys like the twins threaten you. They’re scarier than you, no offense.”
Killian smirks. “None taken.”
I pause as his words fully register. “But why would they do that?”
He shoots me a questioning look. “What do you mean, why did they do that?”
“Why did they bother to delete the photo?” I clarify.
“Because he fucked with you, and that’s what we do when someone fucks with what’s ours.”
I swallow and drop my eyes to my lap as I’m hit with a wave of emotions, and not all of them happy. “I’ve never had anyone look out for me before. It’s weird, but I kinda really like it.”
“Well, get used to it. You’re family, and we always take care of family.”
I shoot him a quick smile. I know he just means that I’m family by marriage, but it means a lot that they’re so willing to step up and protect me, especially since he doesn’t even like me.
“How do you feel?” he says. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and try not to grin like a dumbass as the memories of him fucking me in the study room play in my mind’s eye. “No, you didn’t. And I’m fine. Well, mostly fine. I feel weird, not gonna lie.” Weird is an understatement, but I can’t think of a better way to describe it since my brain doesn’t want to think about anything other than how good everything feels.
“Have you ever done molly?”
“No.” I slide my gaze to his. “Never took dick pills either.”
A weird wave of dizziness hits, but instead of the world around me spinning, it feels like I’m spinning, even though I’m sitting still.
“Am I about to croak?” I ask. “Because I’m way too high to think about dying right now. I’d rather enjoy my last few minutes on Earth, thank you very much.”
“You’ll be fine.” He scrubs his hand through his hair. It’s messy and a bit wild, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers through it because I know it’s as soft and silky as it looks. “Molly and dick pills aren’t a lethal combo.”
“That’s reassuring.” I tug at the collar of my shirt. My chest feels hot, and little prickles of heat break out on my skin. “The molly is awesome,” I tell him. “Everything feels fantastic right now.” More of those heat prickles break out on my skin, and it feels less nice now and more like I’m being stabbed with a thousand tiny needles.
“What’s wrong?”
“What?”
“Your shirt. You keep pulling on it.”
“It’s nothing. Just hot. And the material feels funny.” I lean back on my hands and look up at the ceiling. The intricate pattern on it is as fascinating as it is ridiculous.
I roll my head back and forth, my eyes still glued to the ceiling as the patterns shift and seem to come alive.
Killian leans back on his hands, and I tear my eyes from the ceiling and study him.
He’s so gorgeous he doesn’t even look real anymore.
“Are you even real?” I ask, my voice breathy and dreamy.
He shoots me a smirky smile that makes my insides feel funny. “Pretty sure I am.”
“It’s unfair how hot you are.” I pull my shirt away from my body and flap it a few times to get some airflow on my skin. “It’s actually unfair how hot your whole family is. The twins, Xave, you. I mean, you’re the hottest, but all of you look like models.” I huff out a weird laugh. “Models who murder, but still models.”
