32. DEVRIM: A STEP FURTHER

***NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MAN ON MAN ACTION!***

I watched Obsidian from beneath my lashes as he checked over his knives.
Betsy knew the owner of the place where we were staying for the day. He agreed to rent us a room without asking any questions. Vanya would have a fit if she found out that the brothers had involved Betsy.
Hopefully, she would understand the fact that we needed help and Betsy was the only one we could trust.
The room was smaller than I expected for the price we were paying, but it was clean and it smelled like flowers. Obsidian had locked the windows and pulled the curtains closed the moment we entered the room.
“Where did those come from?” I asked him.
His eyes darted up to mine before they dropped again. “I asked Dorian to bring it for me. Our home had been destroyed but they were able to save some of our stuff.”
“Will we be able to repair it?” I asked him.
Obsidian hesitated. “Our best option will be to rebuild everything,” he said softly. “Dorian said that it looked worse than Vanya’s apartment.”
I winced. Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees and dropped my head onto my hands. Whenever shit like this happened, I couldn’t help but think that maybe Vanya would’ve been better off without us. But on the other hand, nobody else could offer her the things we could.
“You’re thinking too much,” Obsidian muttered.
I raised my head to look at him. “I can’t help but think that maybe we should never have claimed Vanya. She would’ve been better off without us. But then I get angry when I think of all the human males that she might be with and the fact that they might hurt her.”
He smiled.
“It’s not funny.”
“I know.” He lowered the knife and walked over to take a seat next to me on the bed. “Despite the doubts, we both know that Vanya belongs to us and nobody else. If we hadn’t stepped in when we did, she might have ended up dead like her mother. Reeves might have claimed to love his daughter but it was clear that he never gave a fuck about her.”
“Do you love her, Obsidian?” I asked him.
“You know I do,” he said softly.
“Then why won’t you tell her that?”
Obsidian stood. My hand shot out to grab his wrist and stop him from walking away. His eyes locked on my fingers wrapped around his wrist before they darted up to mine.
“She’s not asking much,” I muttered. “After all the shit she’s been through and the shit that’s still to come, don’t you think that she deserves to know that she’s loved?”
“I show her.”
“But it’s not the same,” I told him.
His eyes narrowed. “Is this your way of telling me that you want me to tell you—”
“No,” I interrupted him. “I know that you love me, but Vanya doesn’t know that you love her.”
“She should,” he growled.
I sighed. “Sometimes you’re as stupid as Ezra.” I stood. “I’m going to shower.”
Obsidian stepped aside, freeing his wrist from my hold. I lingered for a few seconds more before I walked away. Entering the bathroom, I debated on whether or not I should close the door but in the end, I left it open as an invitation for him to join me if he wanted.”
Opening the taps, I chose the right temperature before I undressed and stepped under the water. There was a shelf in the corner that held a few small bottles. I picked one of them up to read the sticker on the front and then placed it back down. Shampoo and conditioner and another bottle with shower gel that smelled like fruit.
Sighing, I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as my mind trailed off.
Ezra was positive that everything we planned would work out. I know that he wouldn’t have said anything if he wasn’t sure about the plan. He would’ve said something before we left if he felt like something bad was going to happen. I smiled. But then again he was so high on the painkiller; I was surprised that he was able to function normally.
“Have you told her?”
My eyes snapped open when he breathed the question into my ear. The sharp tip of a thick claw slowly slipped down my spine and came to a stop at the small of my back, a few inches above my ass.
“I asked you a question, Devrim,” he rasped.
I swallowed. “I can’t remember what you asked me.”
“Why’s that?” His claw fell away as he stepped closer until his chest was pressed to my back.
“B-because you’re touching m-me,” I stuttered.
Obsidian purred and gripped my hips to jerk my ass back against his hard shaft. “Hands on the wall, pet.”
My hand shot out to the wall as a shiver of excitement rushed through me when his hands slid down to my ass.
“When this is sorted out, I’m going to start training your ass to take my cock,” he growled. “Then I’m going to bond you and fuck you for hours.”
A purr slipped from my lips as images flashed through my mind.
“When I’m done with you, I’m going to train Vanya’s ass and then her pussy so that I can feel your cock rubbing against mine as I fuck her.”
I spun around and kissed him. Obsidian growled, one hand slipping into my hair to jerk my head back. His eyes locked on my mouth. Licking his lips, he leaned forwards and gripped my bottom lip between his teeth. I moaned as he bit down, making pain shoot through me. Colour flooded my cheeks when my shaft jerked against our stomachs.
Obsidian bit down for a few seconds more before he let go. He kept his eyes locked with mine as the tip of his tongue traced the fading teeth marks.
My body jerked when he wrapped his fingers around my shaft and gripped it tightly.
“What did I tell you to do?” he asked.
It was hard to form a word never mind a damn sentence but I finally managed after a few minutes of struggling.
“T-to put my hands against the wall.”
“Did I give you permission to move?” he asked.
“N-no,” I breathed.
My heartbeat increased when he continued to silently stare at me. What was he thinking? What was he going to do? How was he going to punish me?
“Do you remember what happens when you get greedy?” he questioned.
I nodded. That was something I would never be able to forget. My stomach clenched as the anticipation continued to rise the longer he remained silent.
Obsidian’s hold on my hair tightened, forcing my head a few inches backward. “The perfect punishment would be for you to show me how Vanya sucked your cock. You won’t get to come until I give you permission which could take days because we have a lot to do.” He kissed me but pulled away too soon. “But on the other hand,” he muttered against my lips, “there’s something that I really want to do.”
I wasn’t prepared for his next move. My eyes widened when Obsidian knelt in front of me. His eyes locked with mine for a few seconds and then dropped to my shaft.
“Obsidian. . .”
His tongue flicked across the head of my shaft, collecting the fluid escaping. With a low purr of pleasure, he wrapped his lips around my shaft and sucked.
My hands shot out, in search of something to hold on to as my legs weakened. Having his mouth on me was not the same as having Vanya’s mouth on me. Obsidian’s tongue was raspy like mine and although it felt strange, it wasn’t unpleasant.
I squeezed my eyes closed and forgot about everything but the pleasure. Obsidian had a firm hold on my hips that prevented me from moving them.
Panting, fingers clawing at the tiles and low moans falling from my lips, I fought the need to come.
“I’m close,” I told him.
Raising my head, I opened my eyes to stare down at him.
Obsidian’s eyes were focused on my face; lips sliding along my shaft as he used his own had to rub himself in rhythm with the movement of his mouth.
“Obsidian,” I warned.
He slowly pulled away. “How long do you think you’ll be able to hold out?”
“Not long,” I moaned.
“We’ll have to work on that,” he rasped.
With one last lick along the head of my shaft, he stood and jerked me against him. My fingers twitched against the tiles. I almost forgot about his no-touching rule.
“Do it,” he rasped. “Touch me.”
Swallowing, I slowly reached up and pressed my palms to his chest. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes briefly.
“Okay?” I asked him.
He nodded, but he remained tense. Deciding not to push him, I kept my hands in place and leaned forward to kiss him. The longer we kissed, the more he relaxed.
Obsidian took a step closer, pinning me to the wall as he broke the kiss and started nipping the skin of my neck. Each bite was harder than the last. He was leaving marks on my skin for everyone to see but I didn’t mind. My hands slid a few inches lower.
He froze, making my heart drop.
“Ob—”
“Silence,” he hissed, raising his head.
I frowned when he closed the taps and slid the shower door open.
“Listen,” he ordered.
With only silence surrounding us, it was easy to hear the people outside.
“Something’s happening,” Obsidian growled.