Текст книги "Fable of Happiness book three"

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Her teeth grazed my bottom lip, sending a shockwave of heat and want.

My hand bypassed my mind, fisting tight and stroking.

“Do it. Get it hard. Guests are waiting, Kassen...”

“Fuck yourself, pretty Kas, then we’ll fuck you right back.”

No.

I don’t belong to you anymore.

I kissed Gemma harder, all while my hand began to move. A hand that punished my body for allowing others to take away the right to touch it. A hand that wasn’t kind nor seductive.

I wanted to punish myself.

I needed to bruise and mark, to be the only one to grant pain.

Pain that freed me.

Pain that fixed me.

Lust exploded to desperation.

My hand stroked harder, faster.

I shut off my mind and just let myself be. To give in to the incredible feeling of actually being sane enough to grant pleasure without shattering beneath an avalanche of history.

“Gem...” I cupped her cheek with my free hand, raising my hips off the couch to fill more of my palm. Our lips collided in a messy, hungry kiss. She burned up beside me, her need threading with mine.

Clothing became a nuisance. I wanted to be naked. I wanted the cock I stroked to be balls deep inside this incredible, wonderful girl.

Ripping my mouth off hers, I pushed her away and fought the swaying room.

Fighting to keep my balance, I stood and wrapped my fingers around her wrist. “Come.” Yanking her off the couch, she tripped into me, her lips swollen and eyes hazy.

“Where...?”

“Somewhere we won’t be watched.” I threw a look at Jareth.

He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Stay. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Ignoring him, I kissed Gemma one more time before dragging her out of the room and away from a man who’d pushed me to the brink.

A brink that I was ready to smash and trample.

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CHAPTER NINE

KAS DRAGGED ME INTO the foyer.

Our breathing matched each other’s with quick staccatos. His hand was warm and damp around mine while his face shone with sweat and his cock stood proudly against his shorts, leaving a damp spot on the material.

My own need reacted to his.

My belly clenched, and my panties were drenched. I’d become wet the moment I’d helped guide Kas’s hand beneath mine while touching him. I’d grown wetter still with each kiss and every stroke. I was always aware of Jareth watching us, but as hunger climbed between Kas and me, Jareth had faded into the background.

I didn’t care that he was there.

In fact, I was grateful.

He would keep me safe if Kas slipped back into a concussed state. He’d protect me if Kas snapped. He’d said it himself that he wasn’t sticking around. Therefore, it made sense to push Kas as much as I dared tonight. To put aside my own ideals of right and wrong and free him once and for all.

Kas’s fingers tightened around my wrist as he dragged me toward the bookcase-hidden doorway that led to the kitchen and dorm.

Only...

He paused in the middle of the foyer, looking up the stairs leading toward the many guest bedrooms above.

His eyebrows came down with fury and determination.

His lips pursed as he changed direction.

Carting me up the stairs, he didn’t let me go until we reached the room where he’d taken me to have a shower and use the bathroom on the second night I’d been his captive.

Tossing me inside, he slammed the door and headed toward me with an almost frightening look on his face. Grabbing me by the shoulders, he marched me backward until the bed hit the back of my knees, and I tumbled.

He lay down with me, pushing me higher up the bed until we lay in the middle.

The mattress was soft, and the bedding silky smooth. The faint whiff of misuse and age surrounded us as we disrupted a bedroom that’d become a tomb.

I swallowed hard as Kas ripped off his T-shirt, followed by his shorts.

In a few seconds, he was naked and leaning over me.

“Why...why did you bring me here?” I breathed as his lips found my throat and kissed every bruise he’d given me. My eyes danced around the opulent bedroom. Did he see ghosts in here? Was his mind full of whatever had happened within these walls?

“I’m sick of them having control over me.” Scooting down my body, he shoved my hoodie over my head and ripped my nightgown down, leaving me as naked as him. “My body is mine. This house is mine. You are mine.” His teeth flashed with a sex-heavy smirk just before his head bowed, and his lips worked their way between my breasts.

I arched off the bed as his tongue found my nipple, swirling around it before his entire mouth latched on and sucked.

“Kas....what—” I wanted to ask if he was okay. If this was real or an act. Was he enjoying himself or still struggling beneath the past?

“Submit to me, Gem. Let me have you any way I want.” He moved to my other breast, sucking, nipping, tonguing. “You’ll like it. I promise I’ll treat you as you deserve.”

Having his mouth on me was a dream.

Heat billowed in my core, clenching on desire, needing him. “I know I’ll enjoy anything you do to me.”

“Then let me.” He kissed me, down and down, heading between my legs.

My hands landed on his bunched shoulders as he slipped lower. “Kas...I—”

He didn’t stop, his long hair tickling my chest as he passed my belly button and settled in the cradle formed by my spread thighs.

His face hovered above my bare pussy. His hot breath skated over sensitive skin.

I could’ve come just like that. Just from having someone like Kas who was so wild and unpredictable ready to pleasure. The way his eyes devoured me. The way he licked his lips all made an orgasm ready to detonate.

“Thank you for helping me tonight.” He pressed a kiss right on the top of my pubic hair. “Thank you for pushing me.” He kissed me slightly lower. “Thank you for not giving up on me.” He kissed my clit, inhaling hard and swiping his tongue right over my entrance.

I jackknifed upward.

The pleasure was far, far too much. Too intense. Too wicked. Too incredible.

His palm landed on my belly, pushing me back down as his tongue explored me, taking his time, plunging deep, successfully driving me out of my damn mind.

I couldn’t talk. I could only feel.

Feel every lash of his tongue, every hot breath on my core, every inch of his mouth.

My thighs tried to close around his head as the intensity became too much.

My back arched again as he drove his tongue inside me, his large hand splaying over my stomach and keeping me pinned for his taking.

My fingers dived into his tangled hair, tugging for more, trying to push away for a reprieve.

He wound me up.

He took me, worshiped me, ensuring I would always remember his tongue inside me.

A full-body clench rippled through me as he flicked my clit and bit gently.

My orgasm didn’t stand a chance.

It exploded outward as he thrust his tongue back inside, driving in and out, keeping pace with my body as it rippled around his invasion.

The pleasure banded outward, wringing me out.

When the last shockwave faded, I sucked in a heavy breath.

The room spun.

Everything that’d happened seemed disjointed and incomprehensible. Just a few days ago, Kas had run away from me because everything we felt for one another threatened to break him further.

Now...now, he’d granted me the best release of my life and stood on his knees between my legs, his hand hesitantly gripping his erection.

I stopped breathing as I looked up the delectable power of his ripped body. I ignored all the scars. I refused to see the many, many marks he’d been layered with. I just focused on the perfection of this moment.

The moment Kas claimed ownership of his body.

His skin glazed with more sweat as he pumped himself once. He trembled, rocking a little on his knees as his hand worked up and down on his cock.

His eyes darkened with lust as well as nausea.

He shook harder as he fought with whatever conditioning kept him trapped. With a heavy exhale, he let himself go with a shudder.

Falling forward, he braced himself with his hands on either side of my head. He inhaled as he swayed, his eyes snapping closed as if he fought the urge to pass out.

My heart stopped as his skin turned white.

I braced myself for him to fall unconscious on top of me. But he grimaced and fisted the sheets, every muscle clenched as he fought it.

Finally, he shook his head and opened his eyes, latching onto mine with fresh pain. “I’ve made more progress than I thought possible, but I...” He swallowed hard as if confessing physically hurt him. “I can’t make myself come. Not tonight. I need more time.” His eyes ran over my mouth. Shadows had crept back into his gaze. Shadows of the past and failure.

I didn’t want him to suffer anymore.

Sitting upright, I wrapped my hands around his nape and pulled him down with me. I shivered as his heavy, warm weight pinned me to the bed. “Come in me. Take me. We have all the time in the world.”

He shuddered.

His mouth found mine.

He kissed me softly, gratefully.

As we kissed, his body shifted, slipping between my legs again.

I waited for any sign that this was too much for his head. I searched for any reason I should slow this down or stop, but Kas continued to stay with me. Beating back his memories, staying strong over his concussion.

I’d told him I didn’t think he could be cured just from making a choice, but I began to wonder...

Is it as simple as that?

As simple as deciding to accept change? To surrender to all the things he couldn’t erase? To accept that the past was the past, but he could claim a different future if he wanted?

God, I hope it is that simple.

Reaching down, I grabbed his heavy hardness and placed it at my wet entrance. We stiffened in each other’s arms as he pushed upward. As he mounted me and took me, we stopped breathing, overcome with the sensation of joining.

We’d had sex before, but this...this was different.

This was soft and intense.

This was a new beginning.

Kas kissed me harder, the same dominant edge I was used to resuming its place within him. His hips pulled back before thrusting forward.

My legs wrapped around his ass as I clung to him, kissing him back, moaning every time he thrust forward and filled me.

He stayed with me.

He didn’t flicker with awareness.

He was fully with me, and I’d never felt so connected to someone. So linked and in tune.

I didn’t know how much time passed as we rode each other.

Time either slowed or stopped completely as we slipped from this world into another.

A world where only we existed.

One where Kas was happy and free, and the only thing we needed to worry about was how many times a day we could join like this.

We sank into a rhythm.

His hands roamed, squeezing my breasts as he increased his pace to a sensual rock.

My mind ran wild with happily ever afters and taking him home with me. Of walking beside him every step he took to heal. Of introducing him to my family, my friends, my life.

He wouldn’t have to work. I had more than enough money for both of us.

He wouldn’t have to fear about where his next meal would come from or how uncomfortable winter would be.

We would have each other.

He’ll have me.

Overflowing affection burned me inside out.

I kissed him harder, clawing at his back as his pace matched my sudden need to finish this. To cement our hearts together for the rest of our lives.

With a heady groan, Kas drove into me, again and again.

The door behind him opened, revealing Jareth as he crossed his ankles and leaned against the frame. Our eyes caught as he tapped a cigarette out of its packet and lit it quietly.

Kas didn’t hear him, too caught up in our rock.

I didn’t know how I felt about Jareth appearing.

He could see we were fine. That Kas was safe.

But he didn’t leave.

Taking a drag on his smoke, he stayed as Kas drove me higher and higher. This wasn’t like in the forest. There, our sex had been hidden by clothes. I’d had protection from Jareth’s feral eyes. This time...we were bare and on display.

He sucked hard on his smoke, sending a cloud of nicotine around his head.

Kas rocked against my clit, wrenching my eyes closed with bliss.

His lips found mine again, kissing me hard.

He scrambled my mind and lowered my inhibitions better than any alcohol. So what if we had an audience? So what if I was slightly afraid of the man watching?

Jareth meant nothing.

All that mattered was me and Kas and this.

I dragged my nails down Kas’s back as his hips drove up and deep. He hit the perfect spot inside me, making me go liquid and coiled, dreamy and hungry.

“Come on me,” Kas murmured, his breath catching with his own ragged desire. He reached between us, rubbing my clit as he thrust quick and sharp into me.

My second orgasm didn’t care Jareth would see me shatter.

It coiled and built with every thrust.

Kas successfully stole me from any distractions.

He pulled me from the bedroom and yanked me into the fantasy of forever as his hips moved quicker, feeding every inch of him inside me, triggering the waterfall of my climax.

My release shot outward, waves upon waves crashing over me as Kas chased me over the edge.

He groaned and buried his face into my neck, shuddering through his orgasm, spurting inside me until he was spent. His back jerked, and for a second, he went lax as if he’d passed out.

I froze, fearing his concussion had—

“Fuck.” He nuzzled into my neck, raising his head and giving me a lopsided, deliciously endearing smile. “I enjoyed that.” His eyes were clear and sated with no signs of imminent passing out.

I smiled back, trying to ignore my sudden racing heart and Jareth with his cigarette. “Me, too.”

He kissed me again, slow and erotic, his tongue teasing. A soft plink sounded by my ear, wrenching Kas’s head up and jerking him sideways to look over his shoulder.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Kas snapped, spotting Jareth smoking in the doorway.

“Making sure she’s still alive.” He pointed the glowing end of the cigarette in our direction. “Oh, and giving you that.”

Kas bared his teeth and grabbed the blanket. Pulling it over both of us, he withdrew from me and sat upright. Ensuring we were covered in all the required places, he spat, “Give us what exactly?”

My fingers dug into the blankets, finding the small silver thing that Jareth had thrown at us.

Placing it onto my palm, I spread my fingers, letting the light catch it.

“A key.” My eyes narrowed. “Wait...it’s the key. The key you said you lost.”

Jareth nodded. “Parable’s key.” He inhaled on his smoke, his bi-colored eyes aloof and unreadable. “You’re welcome.”

Kas plucked it from my palm, his forehead furrowed. “Where did you get this?”

“Found it tucked on one of the stairs.” Jareth cocked his head. “I’m guessing you lost it? Otherwise, why else would you still be wearing pieces of that disgusting chain?”

Kas rolled his shoulders, staring at the key as if so many locks had been undone tonight.

In a way, they had.

Alcohol had helped fade a few boundaries. The sensible part of me worried what drinking straight bourbon would do to Kas with his ongoing concussion. But the other, more reckless part, was grateful we’d had the courage to overcome so many things.

So what if alcohol had been involved? It’d helped, so screw the consequences.

Jareth took another drag, his attention settling on my bare shoulders. “At least that time was better.” He grinned. “You seemed to enjoy yourself at least.”

My cheeks heated. “Go away.”

“What and leave you at the mercy of him?” He chuckled while arching his chin at Kas. “He still has a long way to go.”

Goosebumps shivered down my spine. “And I’m prepared to help...however long it takes.”

“Think you’re family now, Gemma Ashford?” Jareth asked coolly.

My spine straightened. “I’m—”

“Yes, she is. She’s my family now. So I suggest you tread carefully, brother,” Kas said equally as cool, turning the tiny key in his fingers.

Jareth bowed, his cigarette glowing as he added a hand flourish. “Of course. I suppose that’s fair. After all, we were baptized in blood together. I’m guessing you’ve drawn hers enough to warrant letting her join our band of slaves.”

“She’s no slave.”

“Everyone is a slave if they’re in love,” Jareth muttered, throwing his cigarette onto the expensive carpet and crushing the embers into ash with his boot.

I gasped.

Ugh, what a waste.

I agreed this house was a monstrosity for what’d occurred in its shelter, but it didn’t deserve cigarette holes in its beautiful carpets.

Jareth smiled at me, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

A shiver ran down my back.

I couldn’t get a read on Jareth. Unlike Kas, who I’d been able to decipher almost right away, a forcefield around his brother bounced off all my attempts. I didn’t understand how he could sound so genuine and gracious in some things, yet only a few hours ago, he’d contemplated killing Kas as if he was nothing more than a bug to squash, all to protect me—a total stranger.

He was an enigma, and I didn’t like things I couldn’t understand.

Kas shifted to face me, angling the covers so they stayed over his naked lap. “Give me your leg, Gem.”

I hesitated only a moment.

Kas hadn’t been lying when he said he’d lost the key.

It’d been his faulty mind. He’d genuinely lost it, and somehow...Jareth had found it.

I threw Jareth another suspicious look.

Ever since he’d arrived, things had moved so fast. It felt as if he’d pressed fast-forward, shoving us out of our slow-paced motions, forcing us to bulldoze through walls that’d seemed impossible to breach.

And now...now he’d offered another means of freedom. A physical one and not just emotional.

Holding my breath, I pushed my leg out from under the covers, resting it on Kas’s knee.

His fingers grazed my bare skin, sending a scattering of new lust between my legs. If Jareth wasn’t here, I’d grab Kas and start all over again.

I’d show him just how much he meant to me. How much I cared about him as his hands shook a little as he inserted the key into the padlock around my ankle and turned it.

He did something I hadn’t dared dream of when I first met him.

He willingly let me go.

The lock snapped open.

I sighed in relief as he unbuckled the cuff and removed it entirely from my person.

My skin was red and damp, itchy with the need to breathe. Rubbing the redness, I looked at Kas.

I waited to see how he’d feel about me being completely free. Did he still fear I’d climb away without a goodbye? Did he still want me to leave like he’d demanded two nights ago?

His lips quickly pressed to mine, his voice heavy with guilt. “I’m sorry for trapping you.” Kissing me again, he added, “Never again, Gem. You’re free now.”

I smiled, my heart full to bursting.

Kissing him back, I stole the key from his fingers. Without saying a word, I pushed away the blanket from his waist and inserted the tiny key into the padlock.

With a small turn, it unlocked.

Kas shuddered as I unbuckled the leather from around his muscular, scarred middle, pulling it free and tossing it over the edge of the bed. “And now, you’re free too.” I leaned forward and kissed him again.

Jareth cleared his throat, wrenching my attention to him.

He stood with his hands balled and body braced in the doorway. The look in his eyes sank low in my belly, heralding premonition and fear.

He looked as if he saw what we were and what we’d become.

As if he could see the future, and it frightened him.

“What?” Kas asked, sensing the same thing I did. “What’s wrong?”

Jareth shook himself, slipping back into the self-assured ice king. “Nothing. I’m hungry. I’m gonna go find something to eat.”

Kas jolted, his hand coming up like a threat. “Don’t raid the vegetable garden. We don’t have enough as it is.”

Jareth narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean...don’t have enough?”

Kas cleared his throat, throwing me a glance. I waited for him to spin a lie—to assure his brother that we had everything under control with snow fast approaching—instead shock kept me silent as he admitted, “We don’t have enough to get two of us through winter, let alone three. We still haven’t solved that issue.”

“Wait.” Jareth suddenly laughed, loud and mocking. “Let me get this straight. You’ve lived in this valley ever since you freed us, you somehow figured out all the shit it takes to grow food and survive, yet...now that you have company, you don’t have enough to go around?” He wiped his mouth and rolled his eyes. “So your plan...before I came along was what? Starve to death in each other’s arms?”

“We’re going to hunt and—”

Jareth cut me off with a slash of his hand. “That won’t be enough. Not with the heavy snow and ice that settles here.” He shivered dramatically. “I hated winters, even when the rooms were warm and we had enough food to keep us content.” Laughing again, he turned to leave. “You truly are more fucked than I thought, Kas.”

“Where are you going?” Kas asked, his gaze following Jareth as he stepped into the corridor.

“Gonna walk around a bit. Find out what you’ve done with the place since I’ve been gone. See what else you’ve messed up.”

“Go wherever you want, but do not take any food. I’ll gather and cook us something.”

Jareth nodded. “Whatever you say, brother dear.”

He vanished down the corridor without another word.

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