CAPTOR (The Alpha Brotherhood) (Standalone Dark Billionaire New Adult Romance) (16 page)

Zoey

I turn my face to his, taking a deep breath as I stare into his pale blue eyes. They’re so kind right now. I wonder if they’ll stay that way all night. Shane’s fingers trace along my hairline before he leans forward and rests his forehead against mine. His lips part as he kisses me softly before placing a pair of headphones on my ears.

“I’ll have to take you out again in the day time. The view will get more interesting as we approach the city lights.” The helicopter tilts dramatically when we start moving forward instead of straight up and I squeeze his hand so hard my nails dig into his skin. “Relax, Z,” he says, kissing my cheek.

The helicopter isn’t the ride that has me so anxious. I can’t talk about it with him because the pilot can hear our every word, but maybe that’s for the best. Instead we’re communicating nonverbally with flirtatious glances, hand squeezes, and quick kisses.

Shane’s been pretty volatile today and I hope his sweet side sticks around for the rest of the night. I start to fidget nervously as I spot the city lights off in the distance. He notices, grabbing my shaky hand and pulling it to his lips, kissing it over and over again.

I’m ready for this, well, as ready as I’ll ever be. It’s a life experience I need to get over with one way or another. I never thought it would happen under such peculiar circumstances with a total head case that’s been holding me captive for weeks. Hell, I didn’t even expect to have feelings for the guy. I figured it would just happen the old fashioned way. When I got too drunk at a party.

My palms are sweaty and my entire body is tingling as the helicopter lands on the top of a skyscraper. It’s insanely windy and cold up here, but Shane insists that we still have to sieze the opportunity to take in the incredible view. The streetlights stretch out for miles in perfect rows, it’s so beautiful. I’m engulfed in his embrace, the warmth of his body shielding me from the chilly air whipping around us.

Shane’s demeanor changes on the elevator ride down to his apartment. His shoulders square and his eyes harden as they look me up and down.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” I confess, staring down at the floor.

His body crushes mine to the wall and he exhales in a frustrated grunt as his fingers lift my chin. “Get ready,” he rasps, his lips barely brushing against mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. “I am not accustomed to this level of sexual frustration. It’s been a long day and I need to unwind.”

“Using me?”

A cocky laugh escapes the arrogant grin crossing his face. “What are you so afraid of, Z? A pinch and a little blood?”

“No. It’s you. As soon as you get horny, you get so… different,” I explain.

“Different how?”

“Distant.”

“We’re about to get a lot closer,” he laughs.

“I mean withdrawn. Cold,” I say.

Shane’s expression softens and he hesitates, a confession sitting on the tip of his tongue. “You don’t understand how I used to be, Zoey. Cold and withdrawn didn’t even cover it. I’ve warmed up quite a bit.” His lips part as he winds his hand into mine. “Because of you. But I still have certain… appetites. And you’re on the menu tonight.”

“I don’t want to go in that room.” Do I?

“We’ll get to that soon enough,” he replies, his gaze dropping lower to my breasts. “And you’ll be begging me to take you in there by the time I get through with you.”

“Shane—”

He cuts me off with a kiss, pulling my hands up above my head and circling my wrists as he bites my bottom lip gently. My pulse spikes as warmth spreads throughout my body. “See?” he whispers, tightening his grip. “You want it this way, too.”

My cheeks flush and I don’t want to admit it, but I don’t need to. He already knows he’s right. The elevator doors open with a ding, but Shane lingers with his body still pressed against mine. I look over his shoulder to see the new furniture on the main level of the house. I’m not sure if this elevator goes down to the bottom floor, where that room is. I think that’s only accessible by the smaller one off his workspace.

“Aren’t we getting out?”

“You’re not supposed to ask questions like that. Just wait until you’re told.”

“Well, before we start playing that game, I—”

“It’s not a game,” he interrupts me, clenching his jaw.

“Yeah, no kidding,” I retort. “I need to know something first. Just one question. I can’t get it out of my head.”

He huffs in frustration, tightening his grip on my wrists as I attempt to pull free. “Then ask. I don’t promise to answer, though.”

“I saw you the morning before you found me at that club. You were the man at the worksite. You grabbed me and you took my picture. That wasn’t a hallucination.”

The corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky smile. “No, it wasn’t a hallucination.”

Shane leans in to kiss me, but I turn my face. “I didn’t technically ask you anything yet.”

He breathes out a laugh and gives me an admonishing look, but that amused him. “Aren’t you clever?”

“I have my moments. What I want to know is…” Shane distracts me with a kiss on my neck. “Why? Why did you do that?”

“It’s not that hard to understand, is it?” he breathes against my flesh. “I saw something I wanted and I went after it. That picture saved your life, Z.”

“That’s not the whole story, Shane.”

“What are you really asking me? If I’m feeling anything? If I’m going to think about you after I let you go? If you mean anything to me?”

“I guess.”

“Then yes. Of course. All of it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, either.”

My lips tremble. That’s what I really wanted to know. He’s told me before, but it just wouldn’t sink in. Or maybe I wouldn’t let it. Shane releases his hold on my arms, but I keep them above my head, dropping my chin and looking up at him through my eyelashes.

A new version of that wicked grin breaks across his face. It’s still filled with a desire that makes my blood pump faster, but there’s an element of vulnerability that I’ve never seen before. His mouth clamps onto mine and he finally pulls me into the house that’s starting to feel like home.

“Shane, I…” Oh, my God. I can’t believe I almost just said the L word.

“I don’t need you to tell me,” he rasps into my ear before pulling my sweater over my head. “I need you to show me.” Shane’s lips press to mine, but then he groans in exasperation when he lifts my shirt to reveal another. “How many layers are you wearing?”

“Too many.” I grab the hemline of both shirts and rip them off. Shane nods, watching me as I undo the clasp of my bra and let it fall to the floor.

My heart thumps against my sternum as I arch my back to meet his advance, letting out a moan as his hungry mouth latches onto one of my nipples. His hand slides up my spine, supporting me as he dips me backwards and moves to my other breast. He bites down gently, making me yelp. It echoes off the walls of the opulent room, mingling with his smug laughter. My eyes fixate on the sparkling chandelier above me before they slowly close.

His groping hand skims across the flesh of my stomach and dips beneath my waistband. It travels lower, into my panties and between my legs until his fingers are toying with that spot that sends an incredible rush through my entire body.

“You know what this is, right?” he asks, bringing his face to mine.

“I think so.”

“Say the word,” he demands. My cheeks flush, much to his amusement. His fingers stop moving and I squirm, my body begging for him to keep going. But he raises an eyebrow at me instead. “Say it.”

“My clit?” I murmur.

Shane nods, rewarding me with a flick of his fingers. “Think of it as your control switch. I do.” He pulls his hand away, leaving me panting and I understand what he means completely. “What you’re experiencing right now, that craving? That is essentially how I feel every second I’m around you.”

That can’t be possible. Although, it would explain why he keeps mauling me. Maybe he has more self-control than I’ve been giving him credit for. He scoops me into his arms, heading for the archway. Hesitating, he chooses the stairs that lead up to our bedrooms. My stomach flutters and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck as my feet flail in a fruitless effort to kick off my boots.

He brings me into his room instead of mine. The windowed walls don’t appear to have any curtains, adding an element of exposure that I wasn’t exactly prepared for. Shane tosses me on the bed and presses a button on a panel on the wall. The glass immediately becomes frosted and opaque.

“You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?” I say.

“You have no idea,” he replies. I pull off my boots and toss them aside as he takes off his suit coat and undoes his tie. I bite my lip in anticipation for the rest of his clothes to follow, but he crosses his arms instead. “You first.”

With a deep breath, I unzip my jeans and slide them down to my knees, along with my panties. Shane just stands there for a few moments, surveying my nakedness before finally undoing the top button of his shirt.

His torso is absolutely incredible. My eyes take in every muscle twitching beneath his taut skin as he unbuckles his belt before climbing into bed with me. He stays at the end, his eyes growing darker. “Spread your legs.” My heart races as I comply. The straight line of his mouth lifts slightly in satisfaction. “Don’t get too used to this,” he says as he lowers his face between my legs.

I grit my teeth as his mouth clamps onto my throbbing clit so much harder than it did last time. It almost hurts and I find myself squirming away from it, but Shane locks his arms around my thighs to keep me still. I finally let out a squeal as my hips buck upwards, his cocky laughter vibrating into my flesh as he looks up at me from under his brow.

Right when I sense that release I crave approaching, he lifts his face and rises to his knees, staring down at me. He finally takes off his pants and my eyes lock onto the chiseled V shaped muscles on his hips leading to his giant erection. Wow. I’ve only ever felt it in my hand, never actually seen the thing. I know girls talk about how much better it is when he’s big, but…

Shane crawls between my legs, resting himself on my clit and grinding against it.

“Um… Aren’t you going to use a condom?” I murmur.

“No.” He lowers his weight onto me and grabs my wrists.

“But—”

“I put you on birth control the first night you were here,” he replies. My eyes bug out and he just shrugs, smirking.

“You—”

He cuts me off by plunging his tongue into my mouth. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Z? You are mine.”

Adrenaline pumps through my body as my mind grapples with this insane man’s complete lack of boundaries. But I can’t protest because he won’t stop kissing me, his stubble pricking the sensitive skin on my face.  I like it. I’ve been eager to drag my fingertips across his cheeks and jaw ever since I noticed he skipped his shave this morning. My temperature rises when he groans in response and kisses me harder. His mouth tastes different too, a little salty. From me.

Shane’s dick is nestled in the hot flesh between my legs and my body is screaming to feel him inside me. I don’t want anything between us either, especially if that means it won’t feel as good for him. Instead, he sinks his face between my thighs again, his lapping tongue torturing me until I scream out his name. He pulls away and I let out this desperate, humiliating groan, but he gets up.

He walks the length of the bed and climbs back in, his knees right up next to my face. Then his hand wraps into my hair and turns my head to the side. My stomach flips and I get a little dizzy as he presses against my lips.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, tightening his fist in my hair. “I shouldn’t have to tell you.”

My jaw drops open, half from shock, half from this infuriating compulsion to obey him. He slides between my lips with a grunt. I have to widen my mouth to accommodate him as he pushes in deeper. He withdraws completely for a moment before plunging back inside again and again as his free hand reaches down to pinch my nipple harshly.

My yelp is muffled by his length, my shocked eyes watching his roll back in satisfaction. His fingers clamp down on my other nipple even harder and I let out a squeal that must please him because he fucks my mouth even faster.

It’s so confusing. At first my legs are kicking as I writhe in protest, but then my body surrenders to his grasp. His musky scent is intoxicating and I find my tongue flicking against the tip of him every chance I get. Our eyes meet and he grins down at me before clenching his jaw and withdrawing.

What the hell was that? I’m breathless and my nipples are stinging as I lean up on my elbows and cock my head to the side in confusion. Shane pushes me back down to the bed and rips my knees apart, crawling between them. One of his fingers dips inside me, then another and another until I’m stretched around them, squirming. He pulls them away, gently flicking that thin membrane of skin he’s about to destroy.

I squeak and turn my face, my heart pounding as my body tenses. The harshness of his features soften and he skims his fingers across my hairline before lowering his body onto mine. I’m finally getting used to that crushing sensation and don’t start to panic, but that might have something to do with the way he’s dotting kisses around my face.