Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (26 page)

     Luka was pulling Issy out of the kitchen to get her
away from the scene. Carrie shut off the heat to the food. “What’s going on out
there?” She asked in shocked.

     “Landon just received some bad news.” I rushed past her
to Issy. This was the second violent scene she’d witnessed within a seven hour
period. I didn’t think they were common displays around this group, just our
bad luck. This one I blamed on myself. I should have picked a better time and
place.

     Issy wasn’t crying when I caught up with them in the
hallway, just wide eyed with anxiety.

     “What’s going on, Nadezhda?” Luka asked with a frown.

     I took Issy’s hand and led her to the dining room.
Sitting her down I knelt down next to her. “Did that scare you?” I ask just to
ascertain her mood.

     Her brow indented in thought. “I just heard some
yelling and more swearing. They swear a lot around here.”

     I found myself smiling slightly at that comment. “Yes,
well, I had to tell Landon some bad news and he was very mad and sad about it.
I think he deserves a pass on the words he said.”

     Issy frowned. “He’s mad
and
sad?”

     How do I explain that? “Someone got hurt and he’s sad
for that person but also mad at the other person doing the hurting. Do you
understand?”

     “Yeah.” Issy nodded sagely. She was such a serious
little thing some times. “Will he be all right?”

     “Hopefully,” I replied, not really knowing for certain.
Landon had been exceedingly upset by what I had told him. I’d expected him to
be angry, but not this much. “I’m going to finish the breakfast and bring you
some. While you wait you can watch television. This house seems to have one in
every room.” I commented with a roll of my eyes her way.

     “I know.” Issy breathed in wonder. “They must be really
rich.”

     “I think so.” I replied in agreement. “But if you had a
choice between all the televisions or the beach, which would you choose?” My
brow rose in question.

     “Beach.” She answered immediately with a wide smile.

     “I thought so.” I stood up. “Luka, can you find a
station. I’ll bring the food when it’s ready.”

     He nodded as I exited the room. I walked back into the
kitchen to find that everyone seemed to have woken up. All the guys were out on
the veranda with Landon. I was relieved to see that he was no longer
demolishing furniture. The girls were congregated around the counter, and the
three of them eyed me closely when I stepped in. 

     “It seems that Carrie, Nic, Noah and I missed some
action last night.” Amanda gazed at me with a concerned frown.

     “I wished I’d missed it.” I mumbled stepping up to the
stove next to Carrie who looked at me anxiously.

     “Are you and Issy alright?” She asked.

     “Yeah. It was just a mistake.” I downplayed.

     “It had to be kind of scary waking up to some strange
men in your room, though.” Amanda stated. “I would have screamed the house
down; instead, it sounds like you took them down.” She laughed. “I have to say
I’m sorry I missed the result of that.”

     “They were drunk and barely able to stand as it was.” I
saw that Carrie had finished up the French toast so I began cracking eggs for
the medley.

     “Poor Issy, though. She must have been so frightened.”
Samantha commented softly. She grabbed the green pepper and finding a knife and
cutting board started chopping it into small pieces. 

     “She was, but she understands it was a mistake.” I
replied.

     “Do you know why Landon seems to have gone suddenly
ballistic?” Amanda asked curiously as she commandeered the potatoes to wash them.

     I considered that question before answering it. I still
didn’t want to divulge what I’d heard. This group seemed close, but what I’d
heard was pretty severe. I looked up at the girls with a somber expression. “I
had to tell Landon something I heard about his brother, but I don’t feel
comfortable revealing it to anyone but him. It’s extremely personal.”

     “Oh, okay.” She said with a troubled frown, but didn’t
pry any further.

     We all looked out the window to see Landon standing rigidly
at the railing alone while the other guys straightened out the mess he’d made.
I saw Seth’s lips moving as he stared at his friend in concern. Landon shook
his head and turning from the railing he crossed the deck and jerked open the
doors violently. He didn’t even glance our way as he stormed past us out of the
room. There was no way you could miss the emotional storm brewing on his face
though.

     Seth came in a few seconds later his gaze fastening on
me with questioning intent.

     “I’m finishing up the breakfast. Issy needs to eat.” I
stated unequivocally. Seth might want answers but I needed to feed my sister. I
added the rest of the ingredients into the pan with the sausage.  

     Seth nodded moving over to the cupboards to pull out
some plates. The rest of the guys came in and Nic headed toward me his posture
aggressive. I stiffened at the possible confrontation but Seth moved to
intercept him.

     “Leave it alone.” Seth grumbled lowly.

     “Landon completely wigged out over something she said. He’s
got a temper but I’ve never seen him like that.” Nic growled with a scowl my
way.

     “Nadia, is there anything you can tell us?” Seth posed
for everyone.
     With a slow sweep of the room so everyone could see my resolve I answered.
“I can’t. What I said was for Landon’s ears only. I will just say that it
concerned his brother…and it wasn’t happy news.”

     “Shit!” Nic expelled angrily. “I thought you said he
didn’t touch you?”

     “He didn’t.” I reiterated. But he did touch someone
else.

     “Well, what the…” Nic stopped and looked around. I
assume for Issy. His restraint pleased me.

     “She’s in the dining room.” I reported.

     “Fuck.” He finished with less force than he could have.

     That was a most appropriate word for this situation. I
felt wretched for what Landon was going through, but I felt even more wretched
for the girl Kris might have drugged and raped.

     There was the sound of running footsteps and a door slamming.
Nic and Seth looked at each other and immediately ran toward the front entrance.
I had a feeling Landon was headed pit to find his brother; I could only hope he
didn’t do anything drastic.  

     “Does anyone know where Landon’s brother spent the night?”
I asked the room at large. “Because I think someone should go after him and
possibly stop him from beating the shit out of his brother if he does find
him.”

     Blake, Noah and Evan ran for the front door after Seth
and Nic.

     The room went quiet as we finished up breakfast
together in a grave mood.  

     “Damn, I feel like shit.” I said turning off the eggs
minutes later.

     Carrie laid a hand on my shoulder. “Was it something
that needed to be said?” She asked softly.

     I nodded feeling my eyes sting with tears. I hated
crying. It didn’t accomplish anything.

     Carrie patted my shoulder. “Then you did what had to be
done.”

     I nodded again. If I spoke my voice might break. The
room went quiet and a second later a larger heavier hand settled on my
shoulder. I knew immediately it was Seth, but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t
want him to see my moist eyes. Unfortunately, he didn’t give me a choice. He
turned me even though I went rigid with refusal.

     Looking down at me his somber expression darkened. “Carrie,
can you get a plate out to Issy, please?” He requested before dragging me from
the room. I went stiffly, breathing deeply. That normally helped with my past emotional
onslaughts.

Chapter Sixteen

SETH

     The misery on Nadia’s face was obvious. I have no idea
what had been said between her and Landon, what information she’d relayed to
him about his brother because he hadn’t revealed a thing when we’d asked, but I
don’t believe she’d done it to purposefully cause problems. That she didn’t
want to gossip about it, and Landon was having a meltdown over it, said that it
was pretty damn serious though.

     Finding her in the kitchen with tears in her eyes also
revealed that she was upset and hurting internally about the whole damn thing.

     I led her rigid frame down the hallway to the enclosed
sun room on the northeast side of the house. Shutting the door I sat down in
one of the oversized white and blue upholstered chairs pulling her into my lap
as I did. She gave me a ‘
what in the hell look’
which I found exceedingly
delectable and stimulating.

     Something she was about to discover since she was
sitting on my lap.  

     “Do you need to get anything off your chest?” I asked.

     She gave me an aggravated look through her unhappiness.
“I told you, it’s not for me to tell.”

     I noted with supreme satisfaction that she wasn’t
trying to get off my lap. “I understand that. I’m not asking you to divulge
Landon’s personal business; I’m asking if you need to get anything off your
chest to make
you
feel better? Do you need to rail, hit something or
someone, scream, cry…?” I gave her a focused look with an eyebrow lift.

     She returned it with a disgusted one of her own. “I
don’t need to cry.”

     “I wouldn’t hold it against you if you did.” I said.

     “I would.” She grumbled making me grin. I kind of liked
it when she got grumpy and snippy.  

     “What about the railing or hitting or screaming? Do you
feel like doing any of those?” I asked again.

     “Why…are you offering to be my punching bag?” She
groused.

     If it had her putting her hands on me I was all for it.
“Whatever you need.” I put my hand on her neck and messaged deeply. Her head
fell forward and she groaned in sincere delight. This caused my dick to jerk
and engorge further than it already was, and the sight of her smooth creamy
nape with bared shoulder only increased my discomfort.

     I shifted slightly so that she was sitting between my
legs on the chair and not my dick, and then I brought both hands up to message
her neck, head, and shoulders. “You’ve had a rough night and morning. You
probably just need a release of tension.” I stated huskily imagining other ways
we could release tension…together.

     However, I settled on the back rub.

     For several minutes I squeezed and rubbed and suffered
physical discomfort at touching her, but not touching her. I could feel the
toned muscles under Nadia’s skin giving testament to her strength, but beneath
my hands she felt delicate. She may be tall for a female, but she was
relatively slight of frame. How she’d been able to take down three guys was
astonishing to me.

     Pushing aside those infuriating thoughts, I focused on
restraining my hands from wandering too far off track. This was for Nadia, not
for me, so I kept to her shoulders and back muscles, as well as her arms. However,
the shirt she wore was loose and hung off one shoulder exposing soft, smooth
skin that had my mouth watering to taste it.   

     I was so caught up in holding onto my control that I
didn’t initially detect the changes going on in Nadia. Hands and nails digging
into my leg were my first clue. Instantly, all my senses went on high alert,
taking note of her increased breathing and renewed tension, only this time it
was sexual tension.

     She was excited by my hands on her body! I didn’t think
my cock could have gotten any harder but it did at her responsiveness, and this
of course negated my resolution setting my hands to wander further.

     My kneading hands returned to her back and sides and
then traveled down to her firm hips, thighs, and smooth legs. Nadia’s breath
shuddered out and small tremors shook her body. I tugged her back into my body
so she could feel how much I wanted her, and she responded with a gasp, a
tightening of her fingers on my leg, and clenching of her ass against my hard
as steel cock.

     I grunted in acute pleasure and bent forward to at last
clamp my mouth and teeth on that creamy naked shoulder and neck. It tasted as
good as I thought it would and I laved and nibbled everything I could see, and
then pulled her shirt down further to get more…like her back and other
shoulder. I wanted to eat her alive.  

     Nadia’s head rolled with my mouth allowing me unlimited
access as she rhythmically dug her fingers and nails into my leg, softly
moaning like a cat getting stroked. It was hot as hell.

     Leaving my mouth fixed to her neck I moved my hands
around to her taut stomach that quivered at my touch up to her breasts. Pushing
aside the bikini top I covered the firm, soft mound with my hand—
perfect
fucking size
—molding and squeezing. She whimpered, quaking harder, which
had me growling.

     Her nipple was hard and distended, poking into my palm,
begging to be pinched. Which I did; rolling and flicking and pinching.

     Nadia slammed back into my chest. “Oh,
Bog
!” She
cried keenly. Her hands came up and fasten in my hair raising her chest as an
offering. “Sez,
trudneye
…harder.” She gasped pulling on my hair.

     The slight pain shot my excitement ten times higher,
and that she wanted it harder added another ten. I brought my mouth to her ear
and bit above her earrings which had her whimpering again. “You want it harder,
baby?” I whispered tugging softly at one of her buds.

     She wiggled back into me rubbing on my cock. I groaned
biting her lobe. She gasped and went still panting hard. “
Da
,
pozhaluysta
…please.”

     I realized that she’d taken my bite to her ear as a
command to hold still. Another surge of unadulterated arousal shot to every
part of me. Shit! She made me want to take complete command of her.

     I yanked the triangle off cloth off her other breast. I
couldn’t see them under her shirt but my other hand was there to cup it. We
both groaned at the meeting of both my hands on her naked flesh. She felt
incredible; a perfect handful of firm round flesh with a tight turgid bud.

     Rolling her nipples gently I whispered. “Like this?” 

     Her hands tightened in my hair. “
Nyet
, harder.”

     I pinched harder which had her crying out and me
wondering if I’d gone too far.

     “Please, Sez…more.” She rubbed back against me
frantically. Damn, the way she said my name in that accent of hers when she was
excited.

     I pinched and pulled roughly at her breast and nipples.
“Like this.” I growled. My hips rolled uncontrollably into her ass as the
pressure in my balls reached painful degrees.

     Nadia’s hands were back on my knees digging again.
“Ohhh,” she cried. “
Mne nuzhno
,
chtoby prikisnut’sya ko
mne
.”

     My hips jerked at her language. “Nadia, English. What
do you need?” I groaned hoarsely.

     “I need you to touch me.” She moaned.