15. VANYA: RED

“I need to pee.”
“Hold it,” Obsidian growled.
I glared at him. “I’ve been fucking holding it for nearly an hour!”
Devrim squeezed my thigh, making me look at him. The slight shake of his head made me roll my eyes.
“I need to stretch my legs,” he told Obsidian. “Something cold to drink would be great.”
“You said that we were close to town. Shouldn’t we have reached it already?” I asked.
“We would have if you—”
“Will the both of you shut the fuck up,” Devrim growled. “You’re acting like kids.”
“He started it,” I muttered, earning growls from both of them.
Obsidian’s eyes caught mine in the rear-view mirror. Smirking, I sat up and poke my tongue out at him as I unclipped my seatbelt and climbed onto Devrim’s lap.
He sighed. “Vanya.”
My eyes dropped to his lips. Desire hit, making my pussy clench in need. “I need you,” I whispered.
With a groan, Devrim slipped a hand into my hair and pulled my lips down to his. The tips of his sharp teeth sunk into my bottom lip. I moaned and parted my lips. He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. A shudder raced through me as his raspy tongue brushed along mine.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I started moving my hips. Pleasure shot through me but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I needed skin to skin contact. I needed him inside me.
I wasn’t even aware of begging him to fuck me until his muttered curses filled my ears.
His lips slid down to my neck where he nipped my skin with his teeth as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed a hand inside. Fingers brushed along my pussy lips before they slipped between them. My body jerked when one of them accidentally brushed against my swollen clit.
“Yes,” I hissed.
My fingers dug into the leather seat when Devrim’s hand slipped lower. A thick finger slowly slipped inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “She’s swollen and so fucking hot and wet.”
I frowned. My mind was too focused on the pleasure to make sense of what he was saying.
Devrim pulled his finger out of my pussy and slowly pushed it back in as he added another finger.
“More,” I cried.
I turned my head and searched for his lips but encountered warm skin instead. Parting my lips, I sucked and nipped his skin.
“We’re about to enter the town,” Obsidian called from the front.
Devrim’s hand had stilled so I took matters into my own hands and started moving my hips. If I tilted my hips just at the right angle his fingers would move deeper and hit that pleasure spot inside me.
But something was missing.
I whimpered. “I need. . .”
“What do you need, rosebud?” he asked. “Tell me what you need.”
“Knot,” I cried. “I need your knot. I want your knot. Knot me!”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and gripped my shoulder with his teeth as he started moving his hand. Faster and faster but it wasn’t what I wanted.
“Devrim,” Obsidian growled.
His hold tightened and his movements increased. I slipped a hand into his hair and dropped my head back. His thumb was pressed to my clit at the same time as he curled his fingers inside my pussy, rubbing along the front wall.
“Knot please,” I cried.
Devrim growled, making my pussy clench. His grip on my shoulder tightened as he did something with his fingers inside my pussy that made me crash over the edge.
Just as fast as the pleasure exploded, it faded leaving me unsatisfied and wanting more.

***

The town was the opposite of our town. It was smaller, run-down and most of the shops had been closed for years. It felt like I had stepped into a whole new world and I honestly didn’t like it, even if the surrounding mountains looked amazing.
Obsidian pulled into the only gas station and got out of the car. Walking around the front he pulled open my door and gestured for me to get out. I slid from the car but glanced over my shoulder when Devrim only got out and leaned back.
“Devrim’s staying with the car,” he said as if he could read my mind.
Pressing a hand to the small of my back, he led me towards the 24/7 shop. The door slammed shut loudly behind us. I glanced at the man behind the counter but he didn’t even raise his head.
There was no time to take anything else in because Obsidian led me to the back where the bathroom was.
“Seriously?” I hissed at him when he entered the bathroom with me.
Obsidian raised an eyebrow as he pushed the door closed behind him.
“I can’t pee with you watching me. Get out,” I hissed at him.
He crossed his arms and leaned back against the door. When it became clear that he wasn’t going to leave, I sighed and turned around.
At least the toilet was clean but the walls had some questioning stains on them and the floor wasn’t all that clean.
I tried my best to ignore Obsidian as I pushed my pants down at and took a seat on the toilet after wiping the seat.
“I don’t think that we’re at this stage in our relationship yet,” I muttered. “This is kind of awkward, you know.”
Obsidian made the awkwardness worse when he remained silent but continued to watch me between narrowed eyes. I turned my head and studied everything around me but my eyes eventually darted back to him as I peed. There was no mistaking the bulge in his jeans.
“I didn’t know that you have a thing for piss play,” I muttered.
When I was done, I wiped, pulled up my pants, and flushed the toilet before I walked over to the faucet to wash my hands.
The sound of a zip lowering was loud in the silent bathroom. My eyes snapped over to him and widened as colour flooded my cheeks.
“I didn’t know that you have a thing for piss play, Vanya,” Obsidian muttered.
“That’s not funny.”
He chuckled. “We can try it if you want.” Obsidian glanced at me over his shoulder.
I pulled a face at him and turned back to focus on washing my hands but I was hyperaware of the man only a few feet from me.
“Have you done it before?” I asked softly. “With the other women you slept with?”
He zipped his pants and flushed the toilet before he stepped up behind me, arms slipping underneath mine as he washed his hands.
“You have, haven’t you?” I whispered when he remained silent.
“I’ve done a lot of things with other women, sweets, just like you’ve experimented with other men,” he muttered as our eyes locked in the mirror, “but none of those things compares to what I feel when I’m with you.”
I smiled at him. “Do you mean that?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it,” he growled.
“You know, I’m starting to love this sweet side of you.”
“Don’t get used to it,” Obsidian grumbled.
He closed the tap and pressed a kiss to my cheek before he stepped back and slipped his fingers through mine to lead me back out to the SUV where Devrim was waiting.
“I’ll pay for the gas, you fill it up,” he said as he hurried past us.
I watched Obsidian for a moment and then turned to lean back against the side of the car. My eyes darted over the building and then to the one next door.
Both garage doors to the repair shop were open, allowing everyone to catch a glimpse of what was happening inside, but what caught my attention was the man leaning against the big bike.
He was dressed in leather pants, similar to the ones Obsidian used to wear, a black shirt that was stretched tight over his broad chest, and a leather jacket. Dirty boots were crossed one over the other.
I sucked in a breath when vivid green eyes locked with mine.
The man smirked and reached up to run a hand through his shoulder-length hair. It was hard to make out the exact colour because it looked like the strands were all different shades of. . .orange.
My heartbeat increased the moment he straightened and started to make his way over to me.
Obsidian was suddenly in front of me, facing the man and making a sound I had never heard coming from them before.
“Protecting the humans, Obsidian? That’s something I never expected from you.”
“What are you doing here?” Obsidian growled.
“It’s my home just as it is yours,” he answered. “She smells delicious so I understand the appeal.”
“Take one more fucking step and I’ll rip your throat out!”
I jerked in fright when his voice suddenly sliced through the air. Obsidian took a step back, pinning me to the car.
“You didn’t mind sharing your toys. What’s so different about this one?” the man questioned.
“It’s none of your fucking business,” Obsidian hissed at the man. “Get in the car, sweets.”
He stepped forward but only gave me enough space to move, and in the process, he made sure to keep me blocked from the man’s view.
“Where are you headed?”
Obsidian remained silent.
The man chuckled. “You’re little human won’t survive a day in that house, Obsidian.”