The cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs blonde boner blockerstumbled on her slutlettos, just before Waverly slammed the door behind them. Deep down—well, not so deep down—Delancey hoped she’d go ahead and lock the freaking cuntcake in. She’s had enough of Ansley’s antics, and she’d been in her presence less than five minutes. Besides, the last thing Delancey needed was for that bitch’s brand of crazy to rub off on her.
Sebastian glared up at Thane, defiance written all over him. His icy black eyes burned with rebellion. Insolence carved every line on his face. Obstinance bled from his very pores. The smile he wore was cruel, contemptuous. His stance was challenging, and Thane had never wanted him more.
“You bottom for no man,” Thane snapped.
Sebastian’s nostrils flared. His tight jaw ticked. “I bottomed for you,” he mocked.
The fire to fight rose in Thane like the sun in the East—slow, steady, impossible to stave off. The urge for battle charged through him, ripping through his veins. His blood, it boiled. His skin was ablaze. Only sheer determination and iron control kept him from taking Bast to the ground and showing him how far he was willing to go to win this war of wills.
“Yes, you did.” Thane dropped his head. He waited a heartbeat before placing his mouth at Sebastian’s ear. “But I’m no man,” he breathed.
Sebastian tensed. His chest heaved, hitting Thane’s. Breaths came to Bast hard. They came fast. The air, hot and angry, slapped Thane in the face.
“What I want is for you and Sebastian to behave. We both know that isn’t happening.”
No, it wasn’t. Thane and Bast would fight it out, fuck it out, and then fight it out again. The two of them were volatile. A fireball was more stable than they were, and fireballs flamed out. They never did.
Sebastian didn’t breathe, didn’t blink, didn’t move. He felt as though his life hinged on Thane’s next words.
“I’d close my eyes and take my cock in hand. Then I’d pretend it was you stroking me. I’d get out the lube and tell myself it was Delancey’s mouth wrapped around me. It was her sucking me off. I’d spend hours, Bast. Hours fucking myself into oblivion. I’d blow load after load. Each time, I called your name or hers. And each time, I was left more empty than before.”
Sebastian dug in his heels as Thane continued to crowd him. “Who says I won’t take another man to my bed?” he taunted. They both knew he wouldn’t allow another Dom to top him. Thane was the only man alive he trusted. Despite everything, he still trusted him. “Who says he won’t love bending me over, spreading me wide, and fucking his dick in my ass? You used to do it all the time. If memory serves—”
Thane’s hands found Sebastian’s hair and fisted in it. He pulled his head back with a painful snap. “I say.”
Air puffed in Sebastian. Air puffed out of him. “You don’t get a say.”
His beast hadn’t been this off its leash for as long as Delancey could remember. That meant their three-year-long abstinence was about to come to a quick but brutal end.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
“What if I told you, I didn’t fuck Baylor? What if I said, I fucked her husband, instead?”
Sebastian’s vision frayed at the edges and everything in his line of sight turned to blood. The crimson curtain was blinding but not nearly as blinding as the violent temper he no longer held in check.“Well, what if I said I fucked your wife?”
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
Jealousy slithered beneath Sebastian’s skin like a snake. Fangs bared and venom dripping, the dark monster searched for a place to strike, and it found one—in his gut. “Did you fuck them?”
Deke’s office fell deathly quiet. The air went eerily still. Thane didn’t speak. So Sebastian asked again, “Did. You. Fuck. Them?”
Thane exhaled. “Would it matter, if I did?”
Possessiveness was a hemp rope. It tied around Sebastian’s chest, pulling tighter and tighter, squeezing harder and harder, until breathing became not only difficult but also damn near impossible. “What do you think?”
“I think it would bug the shit out of you.” Thane rose from his chair. “Not that you’d ever admit it.” He prowled toward Sebastian. The urge to run crawled up Sebastian’s legs. He forced the impulse down. “But the question is, what would bother you more—me fucking Baylor? Or me fucking Derrick and Tanner?”
Rage ran white hot down Sebastian’s spine. Thane had better not have stuck any part of him inside of any part of them. If he had, Sebastian would have his dick on a stick, and he’d roast it over the biggest goddamn fire he could find.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
She was the one with boundary lines like fortresses. She was the one who padded their contract with sexual barricades. And she was the one who’d restricted their relationship to the point that she’d tied them both up in its strings. Not him. But the mere thought of his cock being inside somebody else—man or woman—had been a poison in her gut, a bitter pill tainting her mouth. She’d never asked because she couldn’t bear his answer.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
Precious on Thane’s lying lips shattered the wall Sebastian had built up. But it was his accompanying look of censure that sent every brick to the ground.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
Delancey had been in the lifestyle since Thane and Bast introduced her to BDSM in her early twenties. Before that, she’d lived in Serenity, went to school in Trinity, and played in Kinky. A girl could hardly maintain her virginal sensibilities in that sexually debauched trifecta of Kansas towns. And then, there was her time in Luscious. She’d partied there like it was a nudist camp in 1969…more than once.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
Looking at Sebastian was like being locked out of her house during a blizzard—cold, bleak, and lonely. His eyes were shrouds of darkness, his face as lifeless as a corpse. No spark, no emotion, just…dead.
“Put me down.”
Wyatt hesitated.
“Now.” Delancey had never spoken to Wyatt quite like she did at that moment, which is probably why he sighed and set her on her feet.
“You have thirty seconds,” he said. “Then I’m getting you out of here—whether you, Thane, or Sebastian like it or not. You are my priority. No one else.”
Delancey would have gagged but she’d already turned away. “Bastian?”
Sebastian bore a hole through her. It was as if he saw her but didn’t see her. “What?” His voice was sharp as a dagger but cut like a knife. It sliced through her middle, clean and swift.
“I’m going to go with Wyatt.” For your sake, not mine. Delancey half hoped Sebastian would ask her to stay. A part of her bled when he didn't. “I need to know you’re going to be okay.”
Thane cursed loud enough to be heard, but it was Sebastian’s relapse into silence that deafened her.
“Bastian?”
Sebastian’s face remained utterly devoid of life. “I’ll be better when you’re gone.”
Where Delancey's stomach had been slit before, it was now a jagged wound. The blood her heart had wept escalated to a river of crimson tears.
~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)
