three | sins

EROS

“I don’t have much time now,” I said as I undid my belt and pulled down the zipper. “We have to do it fast.”

Right after the meeting had concluded, I’d made my way to the whorehouse. I usually came here first after each mission instead of the packhouse but the Alpha had demanded everyone to be present. As pathetic as this might sound, I needed to be with someone after each kill. It was as if I needed soft, warm skin pressing against mine to remind me that there was still a small part of me that was human. Since my mate Crystal was out of the question, I came here and sought Dawn.  

Grabbing a hold of Dawn’s hips, I turned her around. With one hand slid under her stomach, I lifted her hips up and she jutted her arse out, teasing the bulge on the front of my pants and rubbing the slit between her arse cheeks against my length. I let a small victory smirk stretch on my face as my free hand undid my belt, then pushed down my trousers as well as my boxer until both pooled around my ankle. “Hold onto that door handle tightly,” I ordered, my voice was more like a growl, deeper than usual.  

Dawn let out a sexy giggle. “Are we playing rough today?”

I watched her grab the handle with both of her hands, clasping the metal as if her life depended on it, and I leaned closer to her ear as I was leveling myself with her entrance. “Yes, we are, Honey.” I slid my hand up her thigh.

Dawn was already soaking wet. She was a professional. I fucking loved it. Without waiting for any second longer, I pushed my length inside of her in one single thrust.

Hard. Deep. Fast.

That was precisely what I was aiming for. I needed this pleasure to numb the pain.

She moaned out loud, her voice rippling in the small room we were in. I pulled back out before slamming back into her, deeper than ever. She was going to go home limping out and I was going to make sure of it as I continued to thrust into her harder, yanking on her black hair tightly as my other hand trailed the side of her soft olive skin leading up to her big breasts. I squeezed it hard as I pounded into her from behind.

Thrust over thrust. Each was harder and deeper than the one.

The door rattled, following the rhythm. Luckily it was locked.

With each thrust, I recalled each mistake, each sin, each time I’d wronged people around me. I’d caused Young Seb to lose functionality of his one leg. I’d killed Xyrra’s mother.

Fuck.

I wronged so many people. My best friends, people that I was close with. I continued with each movement of my hip until my satisfied groans filled the entire room. Dawn moaned louder as she scored her first touchdown. Her breasts were shaking, bobbing up and down. Using both hands, I squeezed her heavy mounts, my thumbs twirling around the nipple, pinching the pointy tips. I knew by heart that she was loving every second of this as she pushed her arse out against my front, wanting for more. I’d known Dawn for at least seven months and I knew all of her G-spots and how she liked them to be handled.  

Her walls tightened around me and I bit her shoulder hard. Not hard enough to break the skin but surely more than enough to leave a love bite mark.

“Oh, you’re going to be the death of me, Eros Adler,” she moaned out of both pain and pleasure.  

I lifted one hand and spanked her arse cheek, no doubt leaving a mark there as well and she begged for more. Sometimes I wondered if Dawn secretly wished I would have a bad day every day so that we could go rough.  

“Fuck!” I muttered against her soft skin through gritted teeth. I watched a knowing smile forming on her lips, she knew that I was so damn close to scoring my own touchdown. But the last thing I wanted was to have it inside of her.  No. No matter what happened, I would not father a child. Never. No child deserves a bastard like me.  

I quickly ripped myself off of her, pulling out, while she looked over her shoulder. Confusion was evident in her dark brown eyes as well as the frown lines starting to form on her forehead. I grabbed her hands, and when she let go of her hold on the door handle, I turned her around to face me. I smirked, showing him my most charming smile, and she rolled her eyes, no longer confused. She knew exactly what I wanted.  

In a swift motion, she dropped to her knees and with those pink-colored nails, she grabbed me. I felt her lips around me. Full and round with a pretty cupid bow on top. Her tongue swirled around my tip before she took me most of the way in. I wasn’t sure how she did it but there was no gag reflex whatsoever. I was fucking in love, I was sure. So close to that heavenly bliss. So close to finding a release. I grabbed ahold of her dark curly hair, and slowly thrust my hips further in, testing how much more she could take. I could feel her lips curled into a smile as she took whatever I offered her.

Fuck.  

Dawn massaged my sack as her head was moving faster with each passing second. In and out. I let out a guttural groan as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My hands tightened in her hair, my own palms were massaging her scalp in the most brutal way possible and I thrust my hips following her movement. It didn’t take long before I was flown to seventh heaven. My whole body was drenched in sweat and other mixtures.  

Closing my eyes, an image of Xyrra slivered through my mind. Out of the blue, I was being reminded of our first kiss. We’d only kissed because she wanted me to teach her how to seduce a man so she could use her then-enemy and now-husband Alpha Ryker. Her lips had been soft, much softer than Dawn’s. Her tongue had poked innocently, she hadn’t had any experience, completely different with the tongue twirling my length right now. She had considered that kiss as a lesson, while I’d imagined it to be something more than what it actually was. Regardless of how many times I’d told myself that she had her mate, that she belonged to another man, I still loved her. I’d been in love with her for over a decade, even when I was still dating my mate, Crystal.  

‘This isn’t healthy, Eros,’ said Ares, reminding me again how I shouldn’t have used Dawn as a substitute for Xyrra and as always, I ignored him. Since I couldn’t mute his voice entirely, I turned down the volume to a bare minimum. I could feel her swallowing every single drop of my seed down to her throat. Dawn looked up at me with that innocent but sexy as hell look on her face. Her deep brown eyes locked with mine as she licked my tip clean. I had a huge urge to fuck her so hard again but today was not the time. I had to get going. This little exertion with Dawn had served its purpose.  

“Fuck!” She rose to her feet and walked away from the door, slightly limping, then sat on the bed that we hadn’t had the chance to use. “Do you want to go for a shower?”  

I took a deep, calming breath, regulating my own breathing after such an exhilarating marathon. “Yes.” I glanced at her, then moved my gaze to the door. “It’s fine. You don’t have to wait.” I knocked on the door, letting the Matron on the other side of the wooden door know that we were done and they could unlock the door for Dawn to pass. “You’ve got your other clients.”  

She walked toward the door, stopping on my side. She placed one hand on my shoulder as she stood on the tip of her toes. She was about to plant a kiss on my lips, but I turned my head to the side. Kissing was way too personal. This was just sex. Dawn ended up planting her lips on my cheek.

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying. We could talk.”  

“No.” I shook my head and took a step back away from her. Her hand fell onto the side of her body. “I need a shower.”

Without letting her say another word, I walked across the room and swung the small door open. I got inside, closed the door behind me, turned on the shower, and waited. A few seconds later, I heard Dawn exit the room and I let out the breath that I had not realized I’d been holding.

°°°°°°°

“Do you truly have to pick this place every single time you ask me to meet you?” My best friend Sebastianos, or who I’d like to call ‘Young Seb’ since he shared the same name as his old man, narrowed his eyes annoyingly at me.  

“Not always.” I tucked my shirt into my trousers, then patted my shoulders. “Sometimes I meet you in the bar across the street.”  

“Across the whorehouse,” he corrected with an exasperated look on his face while pointing his walking stick at the bar that I’d referred to. Because of me, he had lost the function of his right leg. I was still feeling extremely guilty about it.

“You know it’s not healthy to visit the whorehouse every time you miss Xyrra. You’ve been acting like this since she got married to Alpha Ryker and it’s been a year, mate. They’ve got a kid together. Well, two kids considering they’re twins. Anyway, my point is that there’s zero chance for you and her to ever become something more than friends despite how much you want it to happen. It might be best for everyone involved if you just move on. I know it’s not easy especially since you love her pretty much since you were both kids but I know you can do it. I believe in you, mate.”  

I glanced at my friend before fixing my eyes back on the road. “If I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”  

“That’s what you said last time too and you’re still miserable, aren’t you?” said Young Seb with a sigh. “Look I just want you to be happy, mate, and in order for you to be happy, you need to stop shoving your dick into anyone’s cherry just because you miss her so much that your body aches for her.”  

I opened the car door and slid myself behind the steering wheels, ignoring my friend and his blabber. For a moment, there was peace and quiet before Young Seb got into the seat next to mine and opened his mouth once again. “And now you’re going on a suicide mission. Why can’t you let Soren deal with this shite? Let him kill Alpha Damien’s daughter so if the Night Walkers come after us, we could just hand Soren to them.”

Young Seb let out a deep exasperated sigh and I knew he was getting more and more frustrated.

“You’re on a path of destruction, and I know you think I’m being nosy but I’m your friend. I am your best friend and I’d be damned if I let you ruin yourself.”

Before I hit the gas pedal, I turned to Young Seb. “That’s where you’re mistaken, Seb. I am already broken. I’m past saving.”

Seb sighed. “You still deserve to be happy,” he insisted.

No, not after what I’d done. But I didn’t say that to him.