Coveted {FINISHED}

|Chapter Six |

Within a second my hands leapt to his hair, my chest rising as he lifted his head to rest against mine, his lips grazing mine so gently and his teeth lashing out gingerly like a warning with his hands gripping my neck, "I'm gonna make it up to you. Right now. Right here."

His words sent a wave of anticipation down my core, my spine sparking as he dug his nails into the back of neck and ran them down. I threw my head back moaning at the burning trickles left behind from his touch. He lowered his head to my chest biting the skin between them until he traced an invisible line with his tongue across the right and sucking on my n****e. I arched myself into him, groaning when he bit down. I could feel his muscles flexing against me holding me.

There was no right or wrong. My body shaking as he dropped to his knees, resting me on my back as I hesitantly let go of his hair, my hands dropping to my sides as water dribbled down over us. He sat up spreading my legs, his hand flat against my neck and he drank me in his eyes following as his hand moved slowly down my body pausing just above my pelvis. 

Any other time under any other circumstances I would have scurried away from his gaze, my whole body red but the way his eyes tore me apart with hunger kept me captivated, my body rising against his moving hand. His tongue raced across his lip and I couldn't help biting down on mine only for his eyes to narrow in on me, his hand suddenly wrapped around my throat. He hovered lower to me, his wet vest brushing my stomach.

"Don't you dare," he started, his lips closing in on mine and yanking at my bottom lip with his teeth. My chest rising from the ground in response pushing against him until he pulled away slightly. "Don't stop biting your lip."

My teeth took my bottom lip hostage as demanded as his left hand pressed against my inner thigh, his fingertips moving too slowly towards my pulsing centre. His eyes were focused on me, a grin pulling at his lips sensing the desire building inside, he could feel how frustrated I was but it only drove him further. "Listen to me and I promise I won't stop." His voice was husky, dry as his cool fingers pressed against me, his fingers slipping down between the lips and feeling my wetness. I could taste blood from my lip trying to stop my head from rolling back and moaning. 

He was so gentle, too gentle! 

"Please," I breathed but his hand tightened around my throat and his fingers stopped. 

"What did I say?" He growled, "Again, bite your lip again." I obeyed watching as he smirked, his fingers back to rubbing my clit my eyes tightly shut trying to fight the need to scream out. My hands worked into my hair, my hips buckling against him "s**t," he breathed before moving down lying his body on the floor and leaving my chest exposed to the showerhead as his lips kissed the inner parts of my thigh, his arms wrapped under my legs keeping them in place. 

Glancing up he paused, "Keep looking at me, I wanna see exactly how forgiven I am."

He lowered his head, his tongue gently pressing against my clit as one of my hands fell to my breasts but he wasn't having that. One hand reached out cupping my breast and pinching my n****e until my back would arch, his tongue moving quicker against me. His other hand tucked under my ass lifting my hips into him until I was grinding against his face, his eyes still holding mine as I broke moaning out. 

My hands fell to his hair yanking and tugging, pushing him harder against me as he pumped a finger into me. 

"f**k," I breathed, something raw and hot boiling up inside me, my skin on fire as if I couldn't get enough. Every nerve was screaming and I couldn't help but throw my head back closing my eyes, his tongue still licking every surface bellow as it could. 

"I told you to keep looking at me," he ordered coming to a complete stop. My body trying to protest as I forced my eyes back to him. "Stop again and it'll be you who's apologising."

I nodded before he continued his welcomed assault on me. His fingers working faster as my hand slammed to the ground. "I'm so close . . ." My body felt like it was getting higher and higher and somehow I was being driven to an entirely new dimension until something broke inside and waves of intense pleasure exploded down my body his tongue still working until I couldn't help it anymore. "Please don't stop!" I cried out, my eyes shutting I couldn't help it! But he didn't stop, his speed kept increasing until my body fell limp against the floor, my lungs aching for oxygen. 

The drops of water and my heavy breathing were the only sounds in the room. I could feel his hands gently grip at my hips as he hovered above me keeping his weight on his legs. 

"When I walk out of here, its gonna slam back down on you." He muttered, some form of control audible in his voice. His lips lowered to my ear my eyes still closed as I tried to grip onto anything but the remaining shivers inside of me. "So know, I wanted it as bad as you. I wanted to give you my best apology."

For a second I was so sure his lips pressed to my cheek but it was too faint. I could feel him get up and I heard his footsteps walk away but it was only when the door closed did my eyes open. My body recovering as I stared up at the ceiling. The intensity was slowly leaving but panic or dread didn't set in. I was just caught somewhere in between. The night before had been so different in the end but I wasn't panicking. I was . . . I don't know. I just was. 

His words settled over me, he wanted it and so did I. 

Where was the guilt? Probably gone considering Danny's tried to kill you twice now. He put you in this situation in the first place.

"Oh God," my hands slapped against my face covering my eyes. What if his brother's find out?! You don't know him or them and you're already f*****g in their favourite bathroom! I'm a w***e. But damn . . . Ian was a danger especially if this was how he apologised. Imagine how he says thank you! "I'm going to hell. I'm so going to hell."

When I finally stood up, I had to lean against the glass my legs still so shaky. Had that really happened? I mean so far everything with Ian happens fast but . . . what was I going to do now? This was a total mess! I can't go near him without something so crazy happening! 

Do you care though?

Finally, my legs were stable enough to stand on my own, and I walked back under the water washing myself quickly. All the feelings from before still drumming away but more like an echo now. Still guilt and dread didn't seem to show up. Instead, as I stepped out and wrapped a large black towel around me, I had to fight the red blushes escaping across my neck and face. I couldn't go out there like this, they'll know something happened and - and that just can't happen. That's too much. 

I stayed in the bathroom for a few more minutes trying to figure out how to leave without the walk of shame. But my skin was still prickling away with thoughts of what else he could do. 

Stop! You need to leave this god darn bathroom and manor before anything!

Listening to the voice in my head, I took a long steady breath and walked towards the door. My jaw had numbed slightly from most of the action, once Ian intensified my emotions, the pain seemed so insignificant, my mind choosing to focus on the pleasure. It was crazy how powerful the mind is. When I opened the bathroom door the hallway was empty, Ian's wet footprints just viable and disappearing upstairs. Clinging my top and undergarments in my arms, I hurried across to the landing of the stairs feeling like a complete i***t until I was tiptoeing up and down the hall to the room Regan had given me. 

But the door was wide open, Regan standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed over his chest and a frown etched into his face. 

Oh my god did he hear?! Does he know?!

"Um . . .hey?" I muttered slowly pushing the door shut. 

"Did you speak to Ian?" He asked, his voice loud and stern. I could feel my neck already heat up under his gaze as I forced my eyes to the ground. 

"Uh yeah . . . I did." 

"And did he apologise to you?" Oh hell yeah, he definitely did. Nodding, Reagan let his arms drop to his side, his face softening slightly. "I take it things were still heated?"

"Ohh yeahh," I added with a deep sigh, quick flashes running through my mind.

"Nancy . . ." Regan's words trailed off as I looked up at him through my messy wet strands of hair. 

"Yeah?" I probed suddenly feeling myself grow self-conscious under his glare. My fingers curled around the towel tightly as I cowered away a little his eyes seeming to catch on. 

"Are you sure Ian . . . Apologised?" The way his eyes seemed to spark under the dim lights had my cheeks tinting with heat a little. Swallowing the small ball that had formed in my throat, I tucked a thin wet strand of hair back behind my ear and leaned back against the door. 

"Yeah, I mean," my voice crooked slightly and I had to look away before continuing trying to hide as much as I could. "Not the nicest apology I've ever heard," BULLSHIT! Best apology of the century. "But mediocre enough to work I guess."

You are one dirty, lying hoe Nancy Grail. I just hope Ian doesn't find out these exact words. 

Then something hit me, something that probably should have fluttered into my dull brain the minute I saw Regan standing here. Did he tell him? No . . . I mean there's more chance of him visioning it up . . . Right? Their brother's you t**t. Really don't need the extra name-calling! I noted to myself feeling my stomach turn into a knot, my chest tightening as I rubbed my palms down the sides of my towel. 

"Why?" I managed to force out but by the way, Regan cooked an eyebrow up, I could tell he wasn't buying it.

"Nothing." He added before dropping his hands into the side pockets of his jeans. Silence filled the room but it wasn't awkward, it was intense and heavy and eventually, his eyes seemed to dance across mine as I stared shyly back until he finally opened his lips again. "I saw him hurrying into his bedroom . . . Wet . . . I assumed it didn't go as planned."

"You sent him into a bathroom with the world's largest shower. He got . . . Sprinkled." Even I knew that made no sense with that massive ass wall standing between us but I wasn't sure how much I could say without just saying it! His lips cracked into a smile and all I could do was smile weakly back. This is so f****d! What the hell is it with all this questioning?!

Regan nodded and looked to the side of the room, his eyes landing on the chest of draws as his voice changed into one that seemed like he was in deep thought, "You need clothes." 

When I didn't reply his eyes shot right back at me but now they were filled with some secret joke that I wasn't getting. The corner of his lips curled upwards into a smirk that seemed like it almost took a few years off him. 

"Um . . . I'm okay with baggy tops." I whispered, my whole body on the verge of a break out of shivers. He took a few steps closer until he was standing a breath away but his eyes didn't linger down my towel or focus in on my lips and my brain wasn't overwhelmed with making my body betray me. No, instead his darkened eyes held mine and forced my body to feel the tensing of my muscles, my breathing shallow as he leaned closer his lips not touching my ear but sending a warm electric shiver down my spine as if he were. It was some crazy mixture between fear that he would and everything would become all paranormally again and the other . . . 

"Whilst they suit you, it wouldn't be the best idea in a house with four men." He took a pause, my own voice dulled to nothingness in my head. "Besides, I've been told shopping with me can be rather . . . Interesting."

It took a while for his words to settle over me and when they did all I could do was stare out past his shoulder. What exactly was that supposed to mean?

He took a step back and cleared his voice as I stared doubly at him. Every clog in my brain was overworking, every single nerve racing to figure out exactly what they should and shouldn't be feeling. Suddenly he cleared his throat, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he nodded towards the door, "I need to get to the door,"

"Oh," move! "Oh! Sorry!" 

I jumped, my body jerking forwards almost bashing right into him but he didn't flinch away the way I tried too. Instead, his cold hands shot up to my shoulders balancing me out as I sucked in a cold breath my entire body draining of blood as his eyes captured mine. But he wasn't here, he was inside me. He was inside some f****d part of my soul and my whole face shuddered. 

What. The. Hell. Have. You. Done. 

But his skin didn't pale, his fingers dug into my skin enough to cause me to winch before his body slumped against mine. His head rested on my shoulder, his nose nestled into the crook of my collar bone with my wet strands falling over him. My arms fell to his waist trying to keep us both balanced but at the same time, I didn't know how much time I had before the contact would ruin me more! "Oh god!" I mumbled panicked at what he had seen and at the fact that I had no idea what to do! But the minute I tried to move he stopped me. 

"Don't. It's okay . . ." His voice wasn't weak but tense, his jaw locked as I felt him take a deep breath in. 

"I'm sorry," I whispered feeling my mouth turn dry. 

I'm such an i***t! 

He slowly rose his head, his eyes meeting mine but I couldn't read his expression. His hands stayed on my shoulders and my arms fell weakly back to my sides before he cleared his throat again, "Don't. I reached out too." I nodded weakly forcing my eyes to the ground. What the hell did he see? Oh god!

I felt his hands fall away and when I looked up he had eased around me and was standing by an open door but he paused giving me a quick glance over his shoulder, "If my gift is worth any credit, then I'd say you'll find shopping exceptionally thrilling with me." And then he was gone. 

Oh . . . Sweet Jesus . . .