The Beginning of Connie and Isaac: Blue Butterfly Series (The Blue Butterfly Book 3) (21 page)

February 2008. Aged 17.

ISAAC SMIRKED AT
me as he stood before me, a long strip of silk twisting through his fingers. I sat on the edge of the bed, completely naked, and looked up at him. Without saying a word, he placed the material over my eyes and pulled it tight into a knot behind my head. Shivering, I reached up to him but he stepped out of my reach.

“Naughty,” he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps exploded across my skin with excitement. “You can’t touch, birthday girl.”

My heart was trying to beat out of my chest when, slowly, he dragged the tip of his finger along my jaw, his tender touch making me turn my face into his caress. But suddenly he yanked my arms behind my back and bound them in another tie.

“You are not to move until I tell you.” The tone of his voice was stern as he moved across the room, his voice quietening the further away he got.

The last three months had seen Isaac and me become close. The cold nights after Rogue and Mouse’s deaths had hardened me. I was no longer the emotional mess that had threatened to consume me back then. I had become harder on the inside and colder on the outside. I was known as the Cold Bitch in the Phantom residence, and that was fine by me. Frederik, who still punished me for any slight mistake, had also grown to respect me. I was his finest assassin but I figured if he ever found out it was me who had killed Joel then that respect would be lost, only leaving behind his cruelty.

After a while, when I thought Isaac had left me, I jumped when a touch wisped across my breasts. It was feather light, barely decipherable, but it brought my body to life, my skin tingling as I pressed into the stroke. Leisurely, the contact ventured down the front of my body, the back of his fingers lightly brushing against my skin until they started to draw circles on the inside of my thigh. This was so unlike Isaac. He was usually rough and needy, his dominance making his caresses firm and bruising, and although I loved that, the way he was touching me now made my breaths come in small pants.

“Yes,” I breathed when those fingers faintly stroked between my wet flesh, the tips tickling my swollen clit. Although the light touch was unbearably delicate, it stimulated something deep inside me and I couldn’t hold back the moan when his lips peppered tiny kisses up my inflamed labia.

“You like that?” Isaac whispered in my ear.

I froze as Isaac’s voice breathed in my ear and his mouth continued to pleasure my pussy. How could he do that? He didn’t have two mouths.

“Isaac?”

“Shh,” he encouraged before his mouth crushed my own and he kissed me like his hunger would kill him if he didn’t taste me. I groaned into his mouth as the mouth between my legs engulfed my clit with sucks and rapid flicks, my hips writhing uncontrollably as I begged whoever was orally pleasuring me to grant me a climax. When a finger slid inside me and the tip pressed against my front wall, teasing my G-Spot with a slight pressure, I gasped against Isaac’s mouth and bit down on his bottom lip, the crushing indulgence of my orgasm driving me into the confinement of pleasure, every muscle in my body locking up with the ecstasy.

Hands pushed me until my back lay against the bed and more hands opened my thighs. A body slid between my legs and when a hard cock thrust inside me I started to panic. “Isaac?”

“It’s okay, love, it’s me.”

Sighing in relief, I started to enjoy the pressure he was building inside me, his fucking growing feverish as his carnal grunts elevated my lust. His cock pounded into me without relief, his punishing pumps making his balls slap against my buttocks as he drove deeper and deeper.

I couldn’t hold back my cry when soft lips wrapped around my nipple and a tongue circled the hardness, teeth nipping faintly as they pulled and sucked relentlessly. However they disappeared and Isaac sped up, one hand lifting my backside off the bed so he could drive a couple of fingers into my arse. I was on the edge of falling, my muscles strung so tightly that it was becoming too painful to hold back. Lust controlled me and fierce grunts of need left me as I bucked against my lover with a force that shocked us both. “Fuck me!” I growled. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”

His fingers dug into the flesh of my hips when he did as I asked and banged me with so much vigour that my arms still tied behind my back started to ache.

Suddenly he pulled out of me and flipped me over. Whether he was aware of the strain on my arms or whether he just wanted to take me from behind I wasn’t sure but as he slammed back in I felt a movement on the bed above me as Isaac unbound my wrists.

Tensing, but telling myself to go with it, I lifted my face and readied myself for the cock I knew was begging for my mouth. What I didn’t expect was to be greeted with a dripping wet pussy.

“What the…”

I yelped when a sharp crack hit my backside. “Eat her!” Isaac demanded.

I didn’t know what to do. Isaac was still furiously fucking me, his deep hard drives fuelling my arousal, his fingertips digging into my flesh and encouraging my climax, and his order making me shiver with his dominance. The knowledge that I also had a swollen pussy in my face wasn’t dampening my lust either, and confusion floored me when I felt myself lean into the softness. The smell of womanly desire made my belly clench with excitement.

“Eat her, Connie!” Isaac ordered again, his voice tight as he growled through the clench of his jaw. “Put your tongue inside her. Taste her.”

His fingers wrapped in my hair and he pushed my face further into the spread of thighs until I gave in and hesitantly drew my tongue up, the taste of femininity blasting over my taste buds. “That’s it, my love. Good girl,” Isaac said when I stroked my tongue over her clit.

Fingers spread into my hair and a soft gasp told me I was doing something right. Encouraged, I lapped harder, taking the drip of arousal and dragging it down and over her anus.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Becca hissed. The recognition of her voice didn’t put me off, instead, now I could picture her, I was eager to make the bitch come for me. There was something about Becca’s high estimation of herself that wanted me to make her putty under me. It was hard to explain. As much as I hated her, I wanted to drive her wild with pleasure. I wanted to show her who was boss and that I could make her scream.

Thrusting my fingers inside her, I sucked her clit delicately and manoeuvred my hand until I could press my thumb into her arse. She groaned loudly, pressing her cunt harder into my face.

“Fuck, yes!” Isaac growled as he began to thrust hard and deep inside me. “Fuck her with your fingers, Connie.”

I followed his order, my body flying with my own orgasm as Becca broke under me, my fingers driving as deep into her as Isaac was thrusting into me. Erotic moans filled the confines of Isaac’s room, each one of us vocalising our orgasms loudly and sensually as the scent of sex permeated the air around us.

Once the arousal had died down, I didn’t want to face what had just happened. I couldn’t look at Becca as shame heated my cheeks but when Isaac softly undid the blindfold, Becca was nowhere to be seen.

Isaac smiled at me with so much adoration that all my concerns left me immediately, his expression of awe making me smile at him almost shyly.

“You amaze me over and over again.” He lifted me onto the bed and curled up beside me, his arms holding me tightly and securely. “Happy birthday, my love.” He yawned.

Reality sneaked back in and my mouth dried as I turned to face the man I loved so much. He frowned, sensing my hesitancy. “Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?” When I didn’t answer him but stared at him nervously, he cupped my face tenderly. “Shadow?”

Bile filled my mouth and I couldn’t help but reach out and touch him. “I…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered frantically. “I shouldn’t have done that, I thought…”

“No!” I shook my head, halting his turmoil instantly. “No, I enjoyed it. Although I’m not a Becca lover, I enjoyed it.” He chuckled when my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. I’d never seen myself enjoying sex with another woman and I was amazed at how much I’d enjoyed it. However, things were about to get a damn sight more serious and nerves rattled my bones.

“You need to know,” I whispered, “that I care for you, Isaac. More than I’ve ever cared about anyone.”

He frowned at me and tensed. “That sounds ominous.”

“But I’ve made up my mind.”

“About?”

Dropping my gaze to his chin, I whispered. “I’m having your baby. And I’m keeping it.”

My heart shifted into my throat when he stared at me. His eyes didn’t widen, nor did they narrow, they just held me captive with a stark coldness. My gut warped as any bile turned to acid. My pulse was raging in my ears, my breathing quickly nearing the stage of hyperventilation.

“Say something,” I urged quietly.

But he didn’t. Mutely he stood up and walked away. Just walked away.

BULLET FROWNED AT
me when I quietly walked into the kitchen area of West. “Sit down.” She pulled out a chair for me when she caught my despair.

Placing a glass of water in front of me, she took the chair beside me and sat patiently waiting until I opened my mouth.

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered.

Her gasp was loud but her gaze was so full of pity that I couldn’t hold back my tears. “I don’t know what to do.”

Blowing out a breath, she grabbed my hand and squeezed it. “Well for one, we make sure Frederik doesn’t find out.”

I lifted both brows at her. “Well that’s a given.”

“And Isaac?”

Sucking in my lips, I shrugged. “Well, put it this way, he wasn’t jumping up and down. How could I have been so stupid? Rule number one… wrap it or don’t tap it!”

“Regrets and what ifs are no good now. Acceptance and planning are the only things that will get you through this. Mouse, bless her soul, got caught a couple of years ago. I think I still have the number for the clinic she used.”

“What?” I gasped. “Whoa!”

Her expression hardened and her eyes narrowed. “You can’t keep it, Shadow.”

My heart rate slowed to match each of her syllables, the shock of my announcement slowing each of her horrified words. I knew she was right, a baby couldn’t be brought up in this shitpile but hope also blossomed in my belly and dreams flourished in my mind, making anything seem possible. Wiping away a tear, I swallowed my heartache. “But I love it already.”