Wicked Harmony

Chapter 35 | Sin

Chapter 35

Sin

B ack at the hotel, I head up for a long bath and slip inside our suite unnoticed. After spending half an hour in the hot water soaking my tired muscles, I’m feeling slightly better about things.

What does it matter if Jules and I won’t be bosom buddies? She’s clearly never heard of having a work-life balance, and it’s not like the two of us have anything in common beyond us both giving a shit about Orpheus Underground.

I step out of the steam-filled bathroom and am instantly greeted with the sight of Dorian waiting on my bed. He jumps to his feet, pulling me into a tight hug and I feel a little more tension melt out of me.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day. Fucking Jules,” he mutters into my wet hair. “I’ve told her before this is why she has no friends and can’t make a relationship last. She gets fucking tunnel vision and can’t separate work from everything else.”

I hug him back, enjoying the feeling of his arms around me and nuzzling my nose into his chest. He smells like a vanilla candle today and I feel like I could bury myself in his armpit and the rest of the world would fade away.

“Come up to the roof when you’re ready. We’ve ordered some food from the hotel restaurant and we can have a rooftop picnic. ”

“That sounds nice.” I give him another firm squeeze and step back. “I’ve missed just vegging out with you guys since we left the cabin.”

He shoots me a soft smile, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Me too. Can’t tell you how much I’ve missed seeing your sexy ass bending over while you work on my bike, too.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m out of my usual outfit of overalls and instead am wearing a dress and boots that should stop me from freezing my ass off on the roof. I ride the elevator up there and am hit with a sense of déjà vu.

A hotel rooftop is where this all started.

I step out and the first thing that hits me is the scent of fresh herbs and honeysuckle. It’s as though I’ve stepped into a damn fairytale. There’s a full garden up here, complete with full-grown trees which are dripping with twinkly lights and lanterns.

I follow the path leading through the garden, toward the scent of food and the sound of male laughter. The guys are seated around a table that’s laden with plates of food. There’s also a little gazebo and a hot tub bubbling away a few feet from where they’re sitting, overlooking the city.

As soon as he spots me, Cal rises to his feet and strides over, meeting me partway. He has me hoisted up into his arms before I can take another step. He then presses a gentle kiss to my lips, then brushes butterfly kisses across my cheek, my jaw, and down my neck.

“I missed you today,” he murmurs.

“Me too.”

When Cal reluctantly lowers me to my feet, Dorian’s there with a smirk on his face. “You look hot as fuck.” He slaps Cal on the back, earning him a growl like he’s poking an angry bear. “Quit hogging her, big guy.”

He tries to make a grab for me, but before he can get close, Micah is spinning me around with a cheeky grin on his face .

“Too slow, man.”

Micah effortlessly carries me closer to the edge of the rooftop and the view of the city, releasing me slowly from his arms so that I slide down the length of his body. He then tips my head up and meets my lips in a kiss that’s both tender and hot as fuck, leaving me squirming in his arms. When I’m suitably breathless, he gestures to the view with a little jerk of his head, not letting go of his hold on my hips for a moment.

“Take a look, sweetheart. We have guaranteed privacy up here, since no one has access to the elevator other than the five of us.”

The view up here is something else. I can see for miles and as the sky is darkening, the city lights grow brighter.

“It feels like we’re tucked away in our own little world,” I murmur. “Thank you for this.”

“It was Iri’s idea, actually,” Micah tells me quietly.

I twist my head to where Iri is hanging back, an unfamiliar, almost uncertain expression on his face. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s not too sure if I’m still pissed from earlier.

But as much as it hurt for a moment, I understand what he was trying to do.

“Tell me one big thing and one small thing,” I call to Iri as I make my way to the table with Micah’s hand entangled with mine.

Iri sets to work uncovering the dishes and ladling food onto a plate that I just know is for me. He hands it over, and I can see it’s overloaded with all of my favorite things. I grab the plate with one hand and squeeze his fingers with the other, pressing a quick kiss to the back of his hand.

“I’ll start,” I tell him. “For my small thing, I think I could eat these little cheesy things all day, every day. Aaand for my big thing, today sucked donkey balls. I think maybe I’m not cut out for having friends. ”

Dorian snorts. “Don’t worry about that. My mom and Cal’s sisters keep arguing about who’s going to end up being your BFF. They have a group chat and everything.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’ve not met any of them, though. For all they know, I could be a raging asshole.”

“Yeah, well, Cal’s family has already unofficially adopted you. And that’s something you can’t get away from even if you wanted to. Don’t be surprised if you find yourself kidnapped and taken to their cabin in the mountains so that they can ply you with the best food you’ve ever eaten and tell you all the embarrassing shit he did as a kid.”

“We both did,” Cal counters. “You grew up with them, too. Don’t think you’ll get away with being fodder for their bullshit.”

Dorian’s smirk slips slightly, but he shakes it off. “Well, fuck. My mom also won’t shut up about you. I’m pretty sure she already likes you more than me.”

Cal snorts and Dorian chucks a bread roll at his head, which Cal catches in midair and promptly chomps in half.

“Thanks, man.” Cal grins and I find myself smiling at their antics.

“My one small thing and a big one,” Micah says, drawing everyone’s attention before a full food fight can break out. “I set myself a challenge to order a veggie burger from every place we’ve visited on tour, and I only have one place left to tick off. And I sometimes have these dreams about people I’m guessing were my family at one time, but I could just as easily be dreaming about someone I saw in a magazine or on the back of a bus.”

My chest squeezes despite his casual tone. “You don’t remember anyone from before?”

He shakes his head. “Maybe I did when I first got here and I’ve forgotten, or maybe I didn’t have a past to remember. Who knows? ”

The conversation shifts to more general topics as the five of us decompress and relax together. Somehow, they’ve brought the same cozy atmosphere up onto this rooftop as we shared in the cabin.

A few hours later, I’m full and content, sitting back in the comfort of Cal’s lap as he gently massages my feet. I feel boneless and so relaxed, I could melt into a puddle. Then he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my neck and another as his fingers slide up my calf and along to my thigh. I let out a soft moan that has him shifting underneath me.

“I'm gonna head out and check on a few things,” Iri says, getting to his feet.

I open my mouth to tell him to stick around, but he’s already gone before I can get the words out.

Glancing at the others, I cock an eyebrow. “Is he okay?”

“Who the fuck knows? We have a clear day tomorrow, then a bunch of PR shit the next couple of days, I’d guess the cat’s out the bag about us being in town so he’s probably checking in to see if security is up to the job this time around,” Dorian replies.

“But you don’t have to worry about any of that,” Micah says. “It feels like it’s about to start raining again. How about we warm up in the hot tub?”

Hell yes.

Since none of us have swimwear at the ready, we all strip down to our underwear. I glance down at my bra and briefs and consider whipping them off since they’re likely to get ruined by the chlorinated water. But then the thought of my bare ass touching the communal hot tub makes me reconsider.

Dorian scoops me up and dumps me into the hot water before I can climb in. I shriek as water splashes everywhere, any lusty thoughts thoroughly doused in place of semi-murderous ones.

“Asshole,” I mutter, but there’s no heat to my words. He chuckles, wrapping his arms around me from behind, pulling me into his lap .

“Just relax, Sin,” he murmurs in my ear.

I huff and lean back into him as Cal and Micah both climb into the hot tub just as the rain starts to fall. There’s something intensely relaxing about sitting in hot water while it’s drizzling just beyond the covering over the top of us.

This night has been so good. Relaxing and fun, and I can’t seem to get enough of spending time with the guys. Sure, there’s an ache in my chest that started as soon as Iri left, but that’s just because I like being around him when he’s not trying to manage everyone and everything.

Then Micah lifts one of my legs and recommences where Cal left off massaging the aching muscles in my calf. We walked for miles today and my legs and feet are killing me.

“You don’t have to do that,” I tell him. “I feel bad that you’re treating me like a queen and I’m not doing anything for any of you.”

Dorian leans forward until he’s speaking directly into my ear in a low, intimate tone. “Yeah, I don’t think any of us give a shit about that, Sin. Not everything is tit for tat, you know? We’re pampering you. Get over it.”

I snort at his words. They might not sound all that sweet or romantic, but he’s made it so I can’t really argue back. I’ll just have to accept their affection.

Micah shifts his focus further up my legs, somehow sensing each part that needs attention and focusing on massaging all of my aches away. From the other side of the tub, Cal’s watching me intensely, like he’s absorbing each of my reactions.

A little groan of satisfaction escapes me when Micah reaches a knotted part of my thigh and Dorian lets out a little grunt behind me.

“Fucking hell, Sin. It should be illegal for you to make noises like that. ”

I wiggle slightly, feeling his hard dick poking me in the back and smothering a grin.

But just as things are about to get interesting, Cal’s phone blares and he lets out a string of curses.

“That’s my mom. Family call tonight.” He lets out a pained growl. “If I don’t answer, she’ll just keep calling.” He leans forward to press a kiss to my lips and then hefts himself out of the hot tub.

“Fuck, it’s cold. I’ll get some towels sent up for you. I’m headed somewhere else since they’re gonna get loud.”

“I’ll come too,” Micah says. “There are a couple of things I want to talk to your sisters about.” He shoots me a wink, getting out of the hot tub and pressing a damp kiss to my cheek as he goes.

And then it’s just me and Dorian, who spins me around until I’m straddling him.

“Was that a planned exit, do you think?” I ask. “They wanted to give us some alone time, or something?”

“Pretty sure it was,” Dorian murmurs against my lips, removing his shades and cupping my cheek with one hand. “You know, we have complete privacy up here.”

“Uh huh.” I cock an eyebrow. “Do you think I would be sitting up here in my underwear if I thought anyone else could walk in any minute?”

He brushes his nose against mine. “Shut up. I’m trying to seduce you.”

“Yeah?” I grin at him. “I would have thought you’d have more game. Since when do you need to tell a woman you’re seducing her?”

“Since the only woman I’m interested in seducing is you , and you make me fucking nervous,” he mumbles, melting my insides into a puddle of goo.

This is the real Dorian. The guy who’s a bit nerdy, still a little bit of an asshole, but nothing like the overconfident douche he pretends to be .

I’m glad he doesn’t feel like he needs to shield his true self from me anymore.

I press my lips to his and he groans into my mouth, tugging me closer until there’s zero space between our bodies. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I run my tongue over the seam of his lips. I don’t know if it’s the mate bond or what, but kissing Dorian is like putting my tongue to a live wire, sending tingles zinging right through my body all the way down to my clit. From a single kiss.

I gyrate against him, feeling his hot, hard cock rubbing directly against my pussy. All I’d need to do is pull my underwear to one side and free his dick and he can slip right inside me.

But—

“You know, water is a shitty lubricant,” I tell him through panted breaths. “And I’m not fucking you in a communal hot tub. That’s gross.”

He nods. “Save the hot tub fucking until we’re home.”

“You have a hot tub at home?” I ask. “Just how many homes do you guys have?”

“A few?” he says it like it’s a question. “Sadly, none of them have hot tubs, but we should install one in each property, so long as it means you’ll be strutting around in a teeny bikini.” His smirk widens. “Now pause all those sexy thoughts going through your head right now and hold right there—”

He jumps out of the hot tub and hurries toward a sunlounger, dragging it toward a handily placed heater, which he quickly switches on.

“Fuck. Me. It’s cold as shit. You’re gonna have to warm me up, baby.”

I roll my eyes and then squeal as he leaps on top of me, rubbing his cold ass arms all over my body .

“You fucker.” I try to get away, but he’s too strong for me. He then hefts me up into his arms and carries me over to the lounger, placing me down carefully.

“I’m not trying to make you hypothermic, I swear,” he says before climbing on top of me and using his big, wet body as a cover.

Thankfully, I can feel the heater licking at the air, so I’m not in danger of freezing to death. Whether his heavy ass is going to crush me, is another matter.

“You’re smushing me,” I mutter as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

“I’m loving you. Deal with it,” he replies without skipping a beat.

His words seem to hit us both at the same time and he pulls back to look into my eyes, his eyes wide and slightly panicked.

“Figure of speech?” I joke.

“Shit. It kind of slipped out,” he replies. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t true, though.”

My chest seizes as my heart beats out of my chest. “Y-yeah? You love me?”

Dorian nods slowly, his eyes scanning mine like he’s trying to read my mind. “I’ve never felt like this before, Sin. I can’t stop thinking about you and I want to be around you all the time. I’m lucky as hell to call you my mate.”

I press my lips to his and he kisses me back tenderly, like he’s trying to convey all of his emotions via this one kiss.

“I love you too,” I tell him. I never thought I’d be capable of dropping my walls enough to feel anything like love. Always thought the sludge in my brain left from the Herald’s words and teachings would leave me closed off forever.

But... my walls are crumbling and the four of them have snuck beyond my defenses.

Dorian’s gorgeous eyes widen and he surges closer, kissing me soundly .

“Can you shift a little further up?” I say breathlessly. He cocks his head to one side, confused. “I want you to feed me your cock.”

Letting out a helpless groan, he rests his forehead against mine. “Shit, Sin. Are you sure?”

I nod enthusiastically. “Yep.”

“Fucking hell, you’re incredible.” He shifts until he’s above me, half resting on the lounger. I peel off his underwear, revealing his already hard cock before drawing it into my mouth.

He stares down at me intensely and I meet his gaze as I lap and suck at the tip before sucking his cock fully into my mouth. He tastes like a mixture of the chlorine from the hot tub and salty skin.

“Shit, Sin. What are you doing to me? Your mouth feels so damn good. And you look sexy as fuck with your mouth full of my cock.”

He thrusts slightly and I swallow around the length of him, earning me a little groan that goes straight to my pussy.

“Okay, okay.” Pulling away, he looks down at me with a kind of fervid intensity. “I need to be inside you. Can I fuck you, Sin?” He shifts us until he’s on top of me, his fingers strumming my clit before dipping inside my dripping pussy. “Holy shit, you’re so wet. Is this from sucking my cock into that sweet mouth?”

I ignore the question since I’m not sure what made me wetter, his vulnerability and his words, or having his cock in my mouth. I gyrate my hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. “Please, Dorian.”

He almost topples off the lounger in his enthusiasm to rearrange us once again. Then settling between my legs, he peels off my soaked underwear.

My skin feels like it’s on fire, like I can’t have him close enough and I try to rub myself all over him like I’m in heat. Hopelessly lost to the feeling of having him on top of me and his skin touching mine.

Dorian then kisses my breasts all over, sucking my nipples into his mouth before pulling back with a smirk. He kisses every inch of my exposed skin, trailing his tongue down my stomach and then burying his face between my legs. There, he presses another lingering kiss to my clit and then pulls away.

It’s all a massive fucking tease and I’m practically feral by the time he grips his weeping cock in his hand and slaps it against my clit, causing my to jolt and curse him out.

“Fucking hell, Dorian. Get your dick inside me.”

He groans, kissing me soundly as he thrusts into me without any further preamble, filling me up completely. My breath hitches at the stretch and his eyes lock with mine and he freezes.

“Sin,” he moans. “Fuck, you feel so good. It’s like your pussy was made for my cock.”

I cup his jaw, dragging his face closer and staring into his gorgeous eyes as he pulls out and pumps into me again.

He’s right. His cock is the perfect size and shape to hit that spot deep inside me, like he was made for fucking me. He eases out and thrusts in slowly, like he’s going to take his time with this and even my legs wrapped around his ass won’t encourage him to go any faster.

It hits me then. No one else will ever have this experience, to share the same intimacy where I get to see the look in Dorian’s eyes as he slowly falls apart.

It’s mine and mine alone.