Chapter 128

Fiona

I flip the chicken in the skillet, listening to the sizzle of the meat against the heat. The bold, sharp scent of a spice from the cabinet rises and fills the air, making my eyes water a bit. I’m not sure what it is, but before they left, the kitchen staff recommended it as one of Ethan’s favorite flavors.

While the meat cooks, I grab another pan and drop some cut up vegetables into the low heat. I don’t know how the staff felt about being dismissed by me, but when I got home, I wanted to cook dinner for Ethan.

Actually, what I wanted is more alone time with him. I know we just got back from a weeklong vacation, but I feel like it’s a good idea to have some time alone in his house since it’s where we’ll be spending time together from here on out.

His staff is always here, unless he dismisses them, so even though it felt weird, I told them I would handle dinner and sent them home. None of them seemed angry or upset, but I have a niggling feeling that they didn’t love being told what to do by someone who wasn’t Ethan.

I try not to let it bother me as I cook. The zucchini and squash sizzle right along with the chicken, and I hum along to a random song in my head while stirring the vegetables. Soon, my hips are swaying along with the imaginary song, and I’m flipping the chicken again.

Arms snake around my waist as a rumbly voice reaches my ears.

“Having fun?”

I jump, turning my head to find Ethan behind me. My heart slams into my chest but calms quickly when I realize it’s only him.

“How long have you been here?” I ask, calming myself and leaning into him. I hadn’t heard him come in. I thought I would at least hear the garage or the door when he got here, but I guess I was too engrossed in my own little world to notice.

Ethan hums against, resting his chin on my shoulder and blinking slowly. Somewhere in the kitchen, my phone rings, but I ignore it and turn more toward Ethan.

“Are you okay?” I ask, cupping his cheeks. His eyes have little bags beneath them, and he looks a bit pale and tired. I didn’t notice earlier, but now, under the bright lights of his kitchen, it’s obvious.

“Fine,” he mumbles, kissing my forehead. “Better now that I’m with you, though.”

Butterflies erupt into a swarm of flutters in my stomach, and I reach up, kissing his cheek and ignoring the heat that pools between my legs. He always knows exactly what to say to jumpstart my hormones.

“That’s really—”

Ethan breathes in deeply, groaning and pulling me closer by my waist. Our bodies collide as he buries his nose in my neck.

“You smell delicious,” he growls, a rumble traveling through him and into me. My body jolts with desire, the small heat turning into an insatiable inferno inside of me.

The ringing in the background sounds again, but I can’t think about it because Ethan reaches out and flips the stove off. His hands then slide down my waist, over my hips, and grip my thighs. A shiver skitters down my spine, settling between my legs, and when I try to squeeze them together to provide some sort of relieve, Ethan growls.

“I bet you taste even better.”

I gulp, and before I know it, my skirt is around my hips and he’s lifting me onto the counter.

“What are you… Oh, shit,” I gasp. His tongue flicks over my clit then drags from the bottom of my pussy to the top, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

Curling my fingers into the edge of the counter, I lift my hips, grinding into his as he captures my clit between his teeth and sends me into a puddle of desire.

“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Ethan rumbles, the vibrations and the two fingers he slides into me making my eyes roll back into my head. A whimper falls from my lips as I lift my hips, silently begging him to continue.

“You want more?” he whispers, and I nod. “Uh, uh,” he says, curling his fingers and sucking at my clit. Shock after shock of heat shoot into me as he says, “Give me the words, baby.”

“P-please, Ethan,” I beg, looking down at him just in time to see him smirk.

“As you wish, little mate.”

Those words send a whole different kind of heat through me, especially when he dives in with renewed vigor, licking and sucking, and nipping at the most sensitive parts of me. His fingers pull back and then slam into me, curling and hitting just the right spots to make me come apart.

“That’s my good little mate,” Zev rumbles, lapping at my weeping pussy.

“Zev,” I whine, jerking my hips forward without meaning to as I let myself fall into the post orgasmic bliss.

He hums again, making me shake when the vibrations hit my clit again.

“I… I want…”

“What do you want, little mate? We want to know,” he says, lifting his head. Golden eyes flash at me before they turn green, letting me know Ethan and Zev are present.

“Fuck me.”

In the blink of an eye, I’m flipped over, my hands pressing to the kitchen counter as I bend over. I arch, pushing back against the hard cock at my core, letting him fill me.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” Ethan grunts before pulling back and surging forward. His full cock slams into me, making me cry out at the blinding pleasure. “You were made for us, little mate.”

“Yes!” I cry, rocking back to meet his thrusts. He pounds into me, bringing stars to my vision and a pleasurable pain to my hips as he squeezes me there.

Fingers circle my clit, and I feel myself about to tip over the edge when a phone ringing jolts me out of the pleasurable reverie.

Ethan growls, and I feel him shift behind me.

“Answer it,” he orders, and I have to force myself to pay attention as his thrusts slow down and then stop. He’s holding my cellphone in front of me, and I blink a few times to clear my vision.

Jack’s name lights up the screen, and I shake my head.

“I don’t want to talk to him. I want you,” I whine, trying to push back so he’ll enter me again.

“No, little mate. Answer it or I won’t fuck you like you want,” Zev’s voice growls. I huff in frustration until I see he’s completely serious. “Pick up the call and let him hear you moan for me. Let him know what he lost.”

I nearly come just from his words, and I’m already reaching for the phone when Ethan says, “Tell him he’s fired and that you’re mine.”

Nodding, I set the phone on the counter, and just as I answer the call, Ethan slams into me. I cry out, moaning as he stretches me in the best way possible.

“Fiona, you sh…”

“Ooohhhhh,” I moan, unable to focus on Jack’s voice as Ethan drives into me from behind. “I… I…”

Another moan tumbles from my lips, followed by a cry of desperation as Ethan slows to a stop.

“Y-You’re fired, J- aahhh!”

My fingernails dig into the counter as Ethan yanks me back onto his cock, reaching depths I didn’t know he could go to. The numbing pleasure rockets through my body.

“What?” Jack shouts.

“F-fired!” I shriek, “You’re fired!”

“Please,” I beg, looking over my shoulder at my man. “Please, Ethan! Fuck me. Make me yours!” He nods his head with a smirk before slamming into me again, picking up the pace until I can’t take it anymore.

My mind goes blank, my body slack against the counter, and my eyes roll back into my head as I come undone under his touch.

Screw Jack.

I have a new man, now.