Mated to the Vermore Brothers

Chapter 6

Ethan

The evening breeze ruffled my loose shirt, chilling the sweat that desperately clung to my skin. Regardless of how cool the gentle breeze felt, it did nothing to calm my troubled mind. I clenched my knuckles, in need of a drink to warm my insides.

I slowly leaned over the edge staring at the distance between the balcony and the ground, maybe she could have survived? Just a few broken bones, but maybe she would still be alive. The cliff was definitely higher than this, just a few feet more, nothing different.

Everything had happened so fast that it was now a blur in my head, one minute she was standing, and the next minute she was toppling over and tumbling to her death. I didn't mean to push her…or did I? I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply, it was a question I could never fully answer.

If she had just kept her f*****g mouth shut then everything would be alright. But no, she had to be the daredevil, she just had to resist even after I tried to persuade her. The scene replayed in my head, the way her arms had flayed as she desperately grasped at the air. The way her screams had permeated the environment.

The way her body had come to an agonizing bloody stillness at the base of the cliff. If she is dead that means…my eyes snapped open as realization hit me like a loaded truck. I would be a f*****g murderer.

They could link her death to me and I would be responsible, f**k! It would ruin everything, my image, my family's, everything!

“Hey,” I whipped behind me in shock and my gaze landed on Barnaby. He was the last person I wanted to see right now, he hadn't done anything wrong, but seeing him reminded me of the cause of the problem itself.

“Hey,” I grumbled in response. He stretched what I believed was scotch in my direction and I grasped the cold glass, the ice clinking.

“You need to calm down, okay? Everything will be fine,” his voice was soft and too relaxed. Something about it pissed me off, how could he be so relaxed? So calm? How could he lie through his f*****g teeth that everything would be alright?

I grabbed the glass harder, trying to calm my rising nerves. He moved closer to me and I felt my body tense unusually, “I know everyone is against us, but in the end, our love will win.”

It was our f*****g lust that had gotten us in this situation in the first place. The glass suddenly became nimble in my fingers, then I flung it against the wall. The shards splintered in various directions and the scotch drizzled down the wall.

“Ethan,” I felt his soft palm gently press my chest and my eyes shifted to his. His eyes were a pool of softness, and warmth, telling me everything his mouth couldn't. The more I stared into them, the more I felt lost in them. My eyes flickered to his lips which were red from the cold, they looked empty and inviting, begging me to take it.

I shifted closer to him, giving him enough time to push me away, but he remained still. His hot breath fanned my face, it smelled like what he was drinking.

I closed the gap between us and engulfed his lips on mine. No matter how many times I kissed Barnaby, the feeling was always new. The sparks that scurried inside my belly like light fingers were drumming across.

The way my skin tingled like he was the only other person in the world, I loved it. He pushed back into the kiss, surprisingly stronger than usual. My pants were getting too uncomfortable with the way my c**k swole in them. Barnaby smirked into the kiss when his fingers brushed against my zipper.

He moved to my neck, placing soft kisses on them, “Hard already?”

“Shut up,” I replied quickly. My eyes closed, my head feeling too heavy. He shoved his fingers underneath my shirt, running his fingers along my torso till he reached my n*****s.

“f**k, Barn,” I moaned the little words that made sense to me. His hands danced lower till he grabbed my c**k and tugged. I despised my trousers at that moment, the only thing stopping his soft palms from caressing me.

As if he sensed my annoyance, he fingered my buttons skillfully with one hand and unclasped it before pushing his hands past the waistbands of my underwear.

“f**k,” I groaned as his fingers brushed along the tip of my sensitive c**k. My stomach burned with intensity, I slowly thrust into his warm hands. After a few tugs, he removed his hands from my pants. I felt weak already, my eyes slightly closing from the intensity of it. I had missed him so much.

“Your turn?” I muttered, trying to breathe normally.

“No, Ethan, tonight is all about you.” He locked eyes with me as he slowly went on his knees, and pulled my pants, and underwear in a swift motion. My c**k sprang excitedly, smacking his chin in the process.

He darted His tongue out and gave a shy flick over the slit, my stomach tightened again. He rolled his tongue around the tip and swallowed it whole.

“f**k!” I shut my eyes and grabbed the rail, holding on for my life. His mouth was so warm and wet. He made his cheeks hollow and pushed down on me like a vacuum. He went down till I could feel his lips grazing my balls.

He choked and something about it made me want to f**k the life out of his mouth. I left the rail and grabbed the back of his head, folding his hair into my fist. I guided his head off, pulling my d**k out before shoving it back till I felt the sharp resistance of the back of his throat.

I looked down, breathing heavily as I moved in and out, seeing my c**k in his mouth and his innocent eyes staring back at me, with spit spilling from the corner of his lips, it almost drove me over the edge.

His hands crawled along my thighs and grabbed my balls, fiddling with them between his fingers. I was so close, too close. His throat hugged my d**k, welcoming my full length while his tongue worked the underside of my c**k.

I felt my stomach tighten and the pleasure drove me mad, I saw white light for a second as my toes tingled. My balls tightened and I could feel my top becoming too sensitive. Then…

There was a sharp knock on the door.