Chapter 57: Possessive Urge

INDIE

He had almost killed my mate. And now he had the nerve to kiss him like that? Something dark and possessive reared up in my chest.

All I could see was the image of his hand wrapped around Zade's throat earlier, the red glow burning into my mate's skin, and Zade's back arching in pain while he still smiled like a madman.

My chest burned with fury.

Even after his pretty apology to Lila, even after his confession... I was still so fucking angry.

Leon stepped away from the bed as though he could sense the storm rolling off me. His golden eyes were wary, guilty, and still dark with want.

Fuck him.

Swinging my leg over Zade's hips, I straddled him carefully, mindful of how weak he still was. Even that small shift made his breath hitch and his hands twitch against the sheets.

Zade's violet eyes met mine, glassy but burning.

"Indie..." he rasped, his voice hoarse.

I cupped his face with both hands, my thumbs brushing over his kiss-swollen bottom lip. The same lip Leon had just claimed.

"Does it hurt?" I whispered.

Zade's lips twitched. "Everything hurts right now," he admitted. "But don't you dare hold back."

That was all the permission I needed.

I leaned down and kissed him hard, claiming every inch of his mouth. I could still taste Leon on his tongue, and the realization sent a fresh wave of angry heat through me. I bit his lower lip, sucking it into my mouth until Zade moaned.

Behind us, Leon let out a low, tortured sound.

"Fuck... Indie."

I ignored him, kissing down Zade's jaw, his throat, then lower, dragging my tongue slowly over the centre of his chest.

When I reached his nipple, I sucked hard, my teeth grazing the sensitive bud. Zade's back arched weakly off the bed with a strangled moan. His whole body shuddered beneath me.

"Easy," I murmured against his skin, even as I moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

"You're still so weak. I can feel you shaking."

Zade's breath trembled. "I don't care. Keep going."

I pulled the sheet away completely. His cock was already hard, thick and flushed, leaking against his abs. I wrapped my fingers around him and stroked slowly, watching his stomach muscles twitch with every motion.

"You almost took him from me," I said, not looking at Leon. My voice shook with anger. "You put your hand around his throat and squeezed. I watched you do it."

Leon's breathing grew heavier.

"I know," he whispered, his voice raw. "I'm sorry—"

"Shut up."

I leaned down and took Zade deep into my mouth.

He groaned loudly, his fingers fisting the sheets. "Fuck—bunny..."

I sucked him hard, hollowing my cheeks, taking him as deep as I could. Every time his hips tried to thrust up, I sucked harder, feeling him swell even more.

"You can watch," I pulled off just long enough to speak, my lips brushing the wet head of his cock, "but you don't get to touch. Not after what you did."

Leon made a strangled sound. When I glanced over, he had his cock out, stroking himself roughly, his eyes glued to my mouth on Zade.

I felt conflicted, furious at him, aching for him, and terrified of him all at once.

But right now, the fury felt better.

I took Zade deeper, relaxing my throat, letting him hit the back until my eyes watered. Zade's moans turned desperate. His hand twitched as though he wanted to grab my hair, but he kept it fisted in the sheets. He probably sensed that I was punishing him too for the stunt he pulled earlier.

"Good boy," I murmured against his cock, my voice thick. "You don't get to touch either. Not until I say."

Zade let out a wrecked laugh that melted into a moan when I swallowed around him again.

Leon's strokes grew faster and rougher. "Indie... you're killing me."

I pulled off Zade with a wet pop and looked at Leon, my eyes narrowed.

"You deserve it," I said coldly, even as heat pooled between my thighs. "You almost took him from us. So now you get to watch. You get to suffer while I remind him who he belongs to."

I looked between my two mates — one trembling beneath me, the other falling apart across the room — and felt a dark, possessive thrill twist with the anger in my chest.

I wasn't sure if I was punishing them...

...or feeding the part of me that loved having them both like this.

Zade’s chest heaved, his violet eyes glassy and wild with frustration.

"Indie..." he rasped, voice wrecked. "Please."

The sound of him begging sent a delicious shiver through me.

I climbed higher up his body, straddling his hips properly. His cock lay heavy and wet against his stomach, pulsing with need. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking twice and watching his abs tighten.

I looked straight at Leon as I rose up on my knees, positioned Zade at my entrance, and slowly sank down.

We both groaned as he filled me, stretching me open in one smooth glide. Zade's head fell back against the pillows, a guttural moan tearing from his throat.

"Mmm... Indie," he gasped, his hands fisting the sheets so hard that his knuckles went white. He wanted to grab me. I could see it. But he didn't. He obeyed.

I started riding him slowly at first, rolling my hips in deep circles, taking him to the hilt every time.

Leon let out a pathetic sound, stroking himself harder. "Gods... you're so fucking wet."

I didn't look at him.

Instead, I leaned forward, bracing my hands on Zade's chest, and rode him harder and faster. The angle made his cock drag perfectly against that spot inside me with every thrust. Pleasure swelled in my belly, dizzying.

Zade growled beneath me, his hips twitching up.

I sat up straighter, bouncing on Zade's cock. My breasts bounced with every movement. Zade's eyes were glued to where we were joined, watching his cock disappear inside me again and again.

"Don't you dare come until I say, Leon," I groaned, and he cursed under his breath.

Zade's hands finally moved, not grabbing my hips like he clearly wanted, but sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing my nipples. I moaned, grinding down harder, chasing the building pressure.

"Faster, baby," Zade rasped, his voice strained. "Ride me like you mean it."

I did.

The wet slap of skin filled the room. Zade's moans were hoarse and strained, his body shaking beneath me with the effort of staying present.

My orgasm built brutally.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Zade—"

"Come," he growled, his voice rough with command even while half-drained. "Come on my cock, Indie. Let him watch."

That did it.

Pleasure ricocheted through me like a wave. I cried out, clenching hard around Zade as I came, my thighs shaking. Zade followed right after with a deep, guttural groan, spilling inside me, his cock pulsing again and again as he filled me.

Across the room, Leon let out a strangled moan, stroking himself through his own orgasm, cum spilling over his fist as he watched us fall apart together.

For a long moment, the only sounds were our ragged breathing.

I stayed seated on Zade, feeling him twitch inside me, his release slowly leaking out around where we were joined. His chest was heaving, his body trembling with exhaustion. I brushed damp hair from his forehead, suddenly overwhelmed by how fragile he still looked.

Leon slumped back in the chair, his chest heaving, looking completely destroyed with cum dripping down his fingers.

I looked between my men, my heart racing.

I was angry and scared. But fuck... I couldn't deny the possessive need to make them mine. Forever.

I've never really been greedy my whole life. But in this dreadful moment, I wanted more.

Overwhelmed by these strange feelings, I leaned down and kissed Zade hard.

He gripped my waist this time, and when the kiss ended, I gazed into his eyes.

"Do you think the three of us can really be together, Zade?" I asked, and he cupped my face.

"Why? Are you already developing feelings for the vampire?" His voice was soft and devoid of anger.

It surprised me.

I stared into his beautiful eyes, my heart racing. Then I glanced at Leon, who was staring at me with so much yearning in his eyes.

I lowered my gaze, smiling weakly. Zade would never really accept him, would he? Unless I... unless I did something.

"My feelings don't matter," I mumbled, and he stiffened.

I knew for a fact that I had struck a nerve. He was obsessed with me and making me happy. There were only two ways this could end.

Zade would either kill Leon...

...or he would learn to share me.

And I certainly hoped we would end with number two. However, judging from the way Zade was now staring at Leon, I had a feeling that number one would happen soon.