I’m tempted to let her go at that pace forever, just to see her head bob up and down, to have her this way until the end of time.

My dick has other ideas, though. It’s been tortured enough.

I lean over and dig my fingers into her green strands. She moans like the best erotic fantasy.

“You’re killing me, Green.”

Her answer is to go faster, but it’s not fast enough or hard enough.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She does, her eyes so huge, I can almost see my reflection in them.

“I’ll take control and it might hurt.” I don’t know why I’m telling her this, but even if she’s a dream, she’s still my Green, and I always tell my Green everything.

She nods slowly, but her lips tremble around my dick.

Fixing her head with both hands, I ignore the pain in my bandaged palm and thrust my hips so I’m deep into the back of her throat like I’ve always fantasised about. Like I’ve always wanted to and never got the chance to.

Kimberly never takes her eyes off me, even when my pace turns wild and brutal. She opens her mouth wide and takes me in as much as she can. If anything, that curious gleam in her eyes lights up the harder I pound into her.

The more I fuck her mouth, the more her arousal coats the air, her nipples hardening to pebbles.

She’s turned on.

Well, well. Cole was right. The seemingly innocent ones are the wildest.

“Do you like it when I fuck your mouth, Green?” I grunt.

She nods frantically, her hands gripping my thighs, nails digging into my skin as if she’s holding in something.

“Don’t let anyone else fuck your mouth,” I say like a pitiful arsehole, forgetting the part that it doesn’t matter.

“Don’t let them touch you or kiss you or see you naked.”

Her brow furrows.

“If you were mine, no fucking one would get within two metres radius from you.”

Maybe it’s my words or that lustful, curious look in her eyes, but I come so hard, even I am surprised by the power of my release.

My back and balls tighten as I empty down her throat with a groan. Cum drips from the side of her mouth to her chin.

I pull from her. “Don’t swallow.”

She stares up at me with confusion in her eyes, but she complies. I reach over and clutch her chin, opening her mouth, and stare at my seed all over her lips and tongue.

Marked and claimed.

If only for this moment, I want to believe she’s mine.

I close her mouth. “Swallow every last drop.”

She does, her throat working with the motion. Then she does something that surprises the shit out of me.

Kimberly winds her arms around my neck and attacks me with a ferocious kiss, causing me to lose my balance and fall on the mattress.

I’m on my back and she’s splayed all over me, kissing me sloppily, as if she’s been waiting to do it for a long time.

My hand wraps around her and I return her kiss. Tasting myself on her tongue is the most arousing thing I’ve done in recent memories.

This is officially the best dream ever.

We kiss for what seems like forever, making out like hungry animals, like the world will end the moment I wake up.

And that’s probably what will happen, isn’t it?

The moment I open my eyes, I won’t see the green of hers, I won’t taste her on my tongue or inhale her deep inside me.

I cover her eyes with my hand, slowly erasing her from memory, making her disappear.

She doesn’t resist, even as her body shivers over mine. Instead, she whispers against my lips, “What happened to us, Xan?”

“Don’t talk. Don’t ruin it.” I flip us over so she’s beneath me, small and beautiful and ready for the taking. “Fuck it. I’m going all the way.”

“A-all the way?”

“Yes, Green. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast and dirty. I’ll hate myself for it and wish I could take a rope to my neck when I wake up, but you know what?” I lean over to nibble on her lobe before murmuring, “It’ll be worth it.”

“Wait.” She places her slender hands on my shoulder. “Wake up?”

“I don’t want to wake up.”

“You already did.” Her eyes widen. “This isn’t a dream, Xan.”

“That’s what dreams say.”

“No, this isn’t. We’re –”

The door barges open, cutting her off.

“Xan! Ahmed says I can have brownies and –” Kirian’s blubbering cuts off mid-sentence and his eyes double in size as he stares at us, then grins. “Hey, Kimmy. You didn’t say you’d do a sleepover at Xan’s.”

“Oh, shit,” she mutters, hiding underneath me and pulling the covers over us.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Uh…wrestling. This is like special wrestling.” She struggles with the words.

“Can I join?” Kir’s grin is enormous as he trots to our side.

“No, Monkey.” She smiles awkwardly. “We’ll be right out, okay?”

“I want to join. Why are you wrestling without me?”

He grabs my forearm, his tiny hands tightening on my muscle that’s still taut from how I’m holding my body over hers.

No.

Fuck no.

I reach out and pinch her cheek and…she doesn’t disappear.

Why the fuck isn’t she disappearing?

Because she’s real, dickhead. So very real.

I’m not drunk and sleeping while Cole and Aiden sit there as guardian demons.

Kimberly winces before whispering, “What was that for?”

Proof that I fucked up.

 

 

18

 

 

Kimberly

 

 

“Where are my brownies?”

My baby brother’s voice startles me from my thoughts. I’ve been too focused on Xander to pay him attention.

He stands behind the counter, cutting the brownies into tiny pieces over and freaking out again.

Since Kirian interrupted us this morning, Xander pushed off me as if I have a contagious disease and hasn't once looked me in the eyes.

He grabbed his clothes and washed in another room, taking Kirian with him for his morning freshening up.

I don’t even recall how I took a shower. All I remember is the foreboding when I got dressed and felt his every touch like it was engraved in my skin.

His tongue, his hands. Hell, my mouth is still sore from the way he fucked it and took complete control of me.

Then he pushed me off.

Then the dream, as he called it, ended.

I try to remain calm, to not have some sort of a breakdown, but the longer he avoids me, the more I touch my wrist, the stronger the itch becomes, and I don’t want that itch to come to the surface. Not now, not ever.

Xander hasn’t spoken to me for thirty minutes and whenever he makes eye contact by accident, he freezes for a second before shaking his head and looking away.

At Kirian’s words, he smiles and places the plate in front of us. I reach over and throw a piece in my mouth, letting the rich chocolate taste occupy my thoughts. Kirian grins, nomming on the brownies with renewed energy.

I don’t realise I’ve been eating with him until my mouth turns all too sweet.