“Can we drug you with you permission?” Declan asks, his eyes cast down as if he’s embarrassed for asking the question.
“Why do you want to drug me?”
Declan wrings his hands, not meeting my eyes. “It’s easier. When you’re asleep, it’s easier.”
“So you want to only fuck me when I’m sleeping?”
“I don’t hurt you when you’re not awake.”
I approach him, placing my finger under his chin, and lift his face. I want him to look me in the eye, so I know he hears what I’m about to say. “You’ve never hurt me.”
He grips my hips, hauling me to him. “That night, the night before you left. It was because of me.”
“No! I left because of the whole situation. We went from zero to sixty. I needed time to process. But if you’re worried about the sex, don’t be. Apparently, I like it rough. What I don’t like is being shut out, and not knowing who you are. That’s what hurts me.”
Goosebumps form on my arms as Declan trails his hands up them until he frames my face. Our foreheads touch and my breath hitches as he crushes his lips to mine. The kiss contradicts every other touch I’ve known from this man. It’s not fevered or rough. There’s no puncture from his teeth on my lips. No pain at my scalp from him pulling my hair. The kiss is soft, consumed with compassion, and wrapped in care. It begs for forgiveness and promises the world. This kiss is Declan’s way of asking me to stay.
He pulls away from me, his steel-gray eyes searching mine. “So, drugging and fucking is on the table?”
I can’t help smiling because Declan is. It’s the first time he doesn’t seem lost in pain. “If you go to therapy.”
“Wait, what? Why do I have to go see a shrink?” He points to Cas and Lorne. “Do they have to? No way Cas will go. He’ll get annoyed and kill the therapist.”
“No, they don’t. Only you.”
“What if I say no?”
“Then I will too.”
Declan traces my face with the pad of his finger as if trying to imprint on me through touch. “Well, I’m a lot of things, but not a liar.”
The room spins and I yawn, desperate for my bed.
“I’ll go to therapy, Eve.”
Chapter 37
Declan
Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
I take in Noelle’s naked sleeping body, lying on the bed. She’ll need to have to love me fiercely if she wants to cover my sins.
This time it’s different. This time she’s ours.
“Who’s ready to party?” Cas asks as he walks into the room carrying a giant tub of coconut oil.
Lorne pulls his head from Noelle’s nipple. He’s been sucking on it like a baby on its mother’s tit for the past fifteen minutes. “What the hell is that for? We are going to fuck her, not cook her.”
“You need lube, you idiot,” Cas says, placing the tub on the nightstand. “You can’t have three big cocks in that tiny cunt without a little extra help. And last I checked, no one here is under nine inches.”
“Why do I have a feeling you’ve actually measured?”
Cas moves to the foot of the bed and pulls her legs apart. He brings his head up and licks. “Fucking delicious.” He turns to me, his lips crimson with her blood. “Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this tight cunt.”
Lorne gets on the bed and pulls Noelle on top of him. Holding her legs open.
Cas picks up the coconut oil from the nightstand and opens the lid. “I’m calling dibs on the cream pie.”
His fingers glide into the container and he gathers the solidified oil in his hand before stepping up to me. “Be a man and fuck her like she deserves. Be here.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I groan as his hands move up and down my hard cock, heating and liquifying the oil. The sensation is so overwhelming that I don’t want him to stop, but I would rather cum in Noelle than all over Cas’s hand.
Smooth leather around my neck. A belt, the buckle locked into place. My head is yanked back.
Cas’s hot breath on my skin. “Gotta make sure you stay on a leash.”
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
My hand moves to Cas’s dick, and I tug, pulling his entire body closer to mine. Our cock heads glide against each other, building friction and need. “I’ve never told you, but you saved me. I thought it was Noelle who did, but it was you. You saved me, Lorne nurtured me, and she healed me.”