Everlasting Bonds ( A Reverse Harem Story)

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Chapter 48

POV: Colt


I threw back the glass of scotch I had poured myself as I looked down at the city below me. It was almost three in the morning and the lights below really made it seem as though the city never slept.

After our talk with Lark, everything felt peaceful in a way it never had before. I don’t think I’d felt that same sense of calm since I was a teenager living in Connecticut.

It unnerved me.

I had spent so long trying to find my family and hold them together that I worried if I was missing something. Something that would cause this fragile dream to slip through my fingers.

Fuck.

I needed to get a grip or I was going to freak everyone out. I knew the others had always looked up to me because I was the oldest. I never minded being that guy for them.

All the same, it was a lot to handle at times.

I finished my drink and set it on the table beside me. I crossed my arms over my chest to insulate some of my heat. Being up this high it could get cold at night. It felt good though. It lit up my senses and made every thought sharper.

The sound of the patio door opening surprise me and I whipped my head around to see who it was.

Lark stepped outside and her bedhead made my heart ache in the best. God, she was adorable.

“Isn’t it my job to be outside at an ungodly hour?“, she asked sleepily before occupying the space next to me.

I brought my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. “What are you doing out here? I thought you were staying with Greyson tonight”.

She wrapped her arms around my waist before answering. “I was but I had to pee and saw your door was open is all. I wanted to see if you were okay and thought you might be out here”.

“I’m fine baby. Just couldn’t sleep is all”.

We stayed like that for a long time. Wrapped around each other and taking in the scenery.

“Colt?“, she asked softly.

I turned my face down to hers and tried my best to read the expression on her face. She looked nervous for some reason.

“I-“, she started. “Do you want me?“.

Her question felt like a punch to the gut. “What do you mean? Of course I want you, Lark”.

“But do you want me like the others do?” she asked. She turned her face away from me and I could tell she was embarrassed. “I know you love me but I can’t tell if you love me just because you feel like you have to in order to make the guys happy”.

I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Then opened it again, but nothing came out. Rarely was I lost for words but hearing that Lark didn’t know the depth of what I felt for her caused me to stumble over my thoughts.

I couldn’t find a way to tell her? Fine. I’d fucking show her.

I wanted to devour her.

Grabbing her chin, I forced her to look at me again and before I could think too much about it, I lowered my lips to hers.

The little gasp that fell from her lips went straight to my dick and I moved us away from the railing so I could press her back against the brick wall of the building.

She tasted so sweet. Like vanilla and pomegranate.

I think I could die tomorrow and be happy now that I knew what she tasted like.

I moved my lips against hers and tried to push every ounce of my desire for her into this kiss and when she opened up for my tongue I groaned into her mouth.

Her arms circled my neck and I lifted her legs to wrap around my waist. I ground my dick into her pussy and felt her reaction to me. Her whole body tightened up and I would have given everything I had to know what that would have felt like with my cock shoved up her pussy.

I moved away from her lips and started kissing her throat. The little sounds she made when I reached the dip of neck and shoulder were everything.

“I want you more than I want to breathe Lark”, I said between kisses. “I just want you in a way that isn’t gentle, and I’ve been giving you space to get used to all of us”.

I set her body back on the ground but kept my hands on her waist. Our foreheads pressed together.

“What does that mean?” she asked. The nerves that racked her face before were gone. Now she looked like she wanted me to haul her back up against that wall.

“I like certain things when I’m intimate with someone. I like to be in control. I like to dominate, Lark”.

Her eyes widened a little at that and I tried to prepare myself in case what I wanted wasn’t something she could give me. I’d accept that if I had to. I’d do anything for her.

“Are you a dom?“. Her voice was cautious but not scared. If anything she sounded a little excited.

I quirked an eyebrow at her question, amused that her mind went right to that. “Not exactly. I like to be in control, I like to be called certain things, and I sometimes want obedience but I wouldn’t call myself a dom”.

“What if I wouldn’t mind giving you control?” She bit her lower lip and looked at me.

Jesus Christ.

“Baby... I’m trying very hard not to fuck you against this wall right now”.

She laughed and pressed her cheek to my chest. “Wait,” she said. “What do you like to be called”.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaning down to whisper in her. “Call me Daddy, baby girl. Next time you want to take a kiss further, that is what I will be expecting”.

When I moved my head back to see her face there was a coy smile playing on her lips. Slowly she leaned away from me, her back pressed against the wall. Her hand left my waist and began to trail down my chest. Getting closer and closer to my straining dick.

“I can do that Daddy”, she said.

Mother fucking fuck. Hearing those words come out of her mouth felt like a wet dream coming to life.

I moved my hands up her waist to cup her breasts over her thin t-shirt. Her nipples were pebbled from the cold or her arousal, but they had been tempting me since she first stepped outside. Her head fell back as I rubbed my thumbs over them. “Good girl, you catch on quick”.

She brought her hands up to my hair and pulled me in for a kiss that made me forget about the cold. It made me forget about everything.

I pulled back again and tried to put a little distance between us. She was breathtaking, but I didn’t want the first time she touched me to be outside on a freezing patio.

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed”.

I stepped away from her but left my hand held out for her to take. She pouted momentarily at me putting a stop to what we had just been doing but took my hand anyways. “Party pooper”, she huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I love you too”, I responded.

She squeezed my hand and looked up at me.

It was like looking at art.

We reached the top of the stairs, and I gave her one last kiss before we parted ways. She blew me a kiss before disappearing into Grey’s bedroom.

I caught it. I fucking caught her little air kiss. I shook my head at myself and thanked whatever God was above that the guys hadn’t seen me do that.

As I crawled under the covers I let that peace I had felt earlier wash over me and the memory of her lips on mine lull me into sleep.

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