Veils of Rivalry Chapter 12

Blaise's POV

“Cole…” His name dances on my cracked lips in the early morning hours. The sun hasn’t risen yet as I blink my eyes open, suppressing a groan. Fuck, my head hurts.

I lift my head, confused for a moment. Where the fuck am I? I rub my eyes. The moon’s silvery light filters through Mia’s pink lace curtains, casting an almost magical light over the room.

“Were you dreaming of me, brother?”

I stiffen.

What the fuck?

My head snaps in the direction of the corner near the door.

Cloaked in shadows and mystique, Cole smirks. His long legs stretch out in front of him as he leans back against the wall. Fuck, he’s a vision, shrouded by the dark as though it’s his ally and protector. Or maybe his greatest weapon.

Sitting up straighter, I devour the sight of him. My heart thuds hard in the ensuing silence while we observe each other. I don’t want to talk first. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Why is he here?

Drawing his leg up, he rests his forearm on his knee. Even in the darkness, I can make out his long fingers, the leather bands around his wrist, and the veins that paint a roadmap on the top of his hand. He’s effortlessly attractive in a devastating way. We’ll ruin each other. It’s not a matter of if but when. We circle like magnets.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I glance around the room.

“Mia isn’t here.”

My attention skates back to Cole, who rises to his feet, the shadows thickening around him like the night.

“We’re alone.”

He emerges from the shadows, his large boots sinking into Mia’s white, fluffy rug. He’s even more breathtaking in the moonlight.

I struggle to focus when he runs a hand through his mussed hair before setting his eyes on me. Something pulses between us. Something elusive.

“I know what you did,” he says in a tone that caresses my senses like a whispered kiss against my collarbone. I shiver, watching his approach. This side of Cole is uncharted territory.

When he levels those intense eyes on me, I’m lost in an enchanted forest, called forward by a bewitching voice in the distance. My heart thuds harder, throbbing in my throat, and I wet my dry lips.

The floorboards creak beneath his weight as he comes to stand beside me. Anticipation thrums through my bloodstream, and I hold my breath while he slowly fingers the quilt, watching me the entire time. I drown in that drugging look. What will he do next?

He rips the quilt away, making me jerk.

“Cole?”

“Shut up for once.” Walking around me, he comes to a halt at the foot of the bed, and my lungs burn. I need to inhale a breath—just one. I’m caught in him and the curve of his sensuous lips.

He climbs onto the bed, cloaked in the night’s mysterious pink and silvery hue filtering through the lace curtains.

“Cole?” I question as his hulking frame stalks me, the mattress shifting beneath his heavy weight. “What are you doing?”

“I changed my mind.”

“What do you mean?” I ask breathily, my cock straining inside my unbuckled jeans.

“I told you to get your hands off me, that I’m not Mia.”

What is he talking about? When he curls his fingers inside my waistband, confusion mixes with the primal arousal coursing through me.

“I’ll make you feel so much better than she ever can.” Yanking down my jeans, he grips my weeping dick before I can choke out a response. My hips buck and I grunt, caught in his wicked eyes. Fuck me... A ragged exhale claws its way up my throat.

He strokes my length and swipes his thumb through the precum seeping from the crown. I’m caught defenseless against him with nothing but my waning dignity to keep me together. I’m a lost cause. Alone on this battlefield.

Choppy breaths hover on my lips as he leans down to drag his flattened tongue from root to tip.

“Fuck…”

Cole’s eyes flick up, a hint of fang gleaming in the moonlight. He slides his hand down the length of my cock, over the angry veins, then palms my balls and chuckles low, squeezing with enough threat to make my breath hitch. “You folded so easily. Look at you…”

Another squeeze.

Shudders ripple down my spine, and I tip my head back. He’ll be the death of me before the night’s end if he keeps touching me like this. I’m fucking dying, my cock throbbing and leaking. It won’t take much at all to make me blow.

“So powerless with your balls in my hand.” He massages them between his fingers, tracking my every quivering exhale. Leaning down, he grips my dick and sucks my balls into his mouth, slurping and groaning low in his throat.

My heart beats through my chest, and I clutch the crumpled bedsheet like my life depends on it. I can’t control my breathing anymore, not when he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive skin and squeezes my crown. More precum weeps from my dick, and I swallow down the saliva in my mouth as my hips shoot off the bed.

I’ve never been this aroused before. Mia gives good blowjobs, but this is on another level. Or maybe it’s not about the technique. Perhaps it’s him.

Dragging his tongue over my balls and shaft, he trails the angry vein that runs up the underside of my throbbing dick and swallows me down. He sucks me hard, his head bobbing before me.

White knuckling the bedsheet, I watch him bleed me dry of my sanity and self-control. He drives his sword deep, and I fall to my knees on our battlefield, staring up at his blood-streaked face. I should have known all along that I stood no chance against him. Not in a world where emotions are foreign concepts and nothing more than learned behavior for me. Yet this guy, this broken, ruined guy, makes me want to lose this war between us. Even if only for this moment.

As soon as dawn chases away the night, he better run. I’ll fuck him up for thinking he can catch me defenseless and exploit my weakness—my dick in his mouth.

Because fuck, I can’t fight back against this growing obsession.

I release the creased bedsheet and slide my fingers through his soft hair, gripping the strands tight. Fuck everything good and holy. I’ve never seen a more erotic sight. He slurps and sucks, humping the mattress while I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood on my tongue.

Someone could walk in any moment now, but I don’t care. I’ll murder anyone who sees him like this. Snap their fucking neck like a fragile twig. Bathe in their damn blood and use it to lube up Cole’s pretty ass.

And it’s that thought of bending Cole over and smashing his face into the mattress that finally tips me over the edge.

A strangled grunt chokes me as my cock pulses in his mouth. My eyes roll, head thrown back, as I reach a hand up to fist my sweaty strands until my scalp prickles with pain⁠—

I wake with a start, choking back a groan. My body shudders. Mia pops up from beneath the quilt, her hair disheveled and a wide grin spreading across her lips.

“Good morning, baby.” Her smile widens even more, and she crawls up my body and kisses me, slipping her tongue against mine.

I can’t think straight, reeling from the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had. What the hell just happened? Did I dream about Cole while my girlfriend blew me off in my sleep?

Mia’s chin is smeared with cum, and her breath is laced with last night’s alcohol and sex. She whispers against my lips, “Did you like your wake-up call?”

Dragging a hand over my face, I push up on my elbows and blink at her. What the hell happened last night? I executed my plan to perfection, but then what? I don’t remember a damn thing after carrying Mia out of the bedroom and tucking her into bed in a spare room so that she could sleep it off while I returned to the party downstairs. Samson and Jackson supplied me with alcohol, and I played along. I’ve perfected the social game, or so I thought…

Mia’s tangled hair is a rat’s nest on her head, and her lashes are clumped. She’s a fucking mess, but I’ll admit that she has never looked more enticing to me than she did last night while Cole fucked her senseless—a warm hole to empty his load inside.

I’m strangely stirred by the memory as I finger a strand of Mia’s matted hair. I rarely feel emotions past this ‘desire’ to control my environment and the people in it, but something about seeing Cole pump her full of cum piqued a deep-rooted curiosity in me. That need to control my environment has now homed in on him. Everything else fades in comparison to the overwhelming urge to possess him. I don’t even know what it is, but it quirks a finger at me from the shadows.

Mia’s cheeks redden when I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“You surprised me.” I smack her ass, the sound echoing in the small room. “Sit on my face. Let me return the favor.”

What I don’t say out loud as she settles over me with her knees on the mattress on either side of my head is that I want to see if I can still taste Cole on her pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Gripping her ass cheeks, I pull her down, sucking on her dripping pussy lips. I can, in fact, taste his dried cum as I feast on her puffy cunt. She writhes and moans. I’m usually bored, going through the motions of sucking and licking while she rides my face, but today is different.

My fingers bruise her pale ass. I lick her clean of Cole, stirring the darkness further, enticing and playing with the mysterious sensations he lures to the surface. Color me intrigued. I want more.