Putting Out for a Hero (Villainous Things, #3)

by C. Rochelle

Aggravatingly self-assured, with a shit-eating grin that highlighted how perfectly white his teeth were. His endorsement deals must be dentistry and being a jerk.

Little did they know, all I ever wanted was to stick my dick in my rival’s tight end.

“You love this, don’t you, beautiful?” I growled, withdrawing partway so I could slam home again. “You’ve wanted my cock inside this tight ass of yours for so fucking long.” Another thrust. “That’s why you agreed to this marriage deal—so you could have me buried inside you every night. Breeding you. Owning you. Making you mine.”

“Okay, little queen. Let’s go get some grub…” I trailed off as I realized she was crying. She quickly wiped away her tears and turned to smile at me like nothing was wrong. Oh, no you don’t. “What happened?!” I demanded, feeling an immediate protectiveness flare up inside me. “Who do I need to pound into the ground?” That made her laugh, although I didn’t see what was so funny. “No one,” she huffed. “Everyone. I dunno.” She glanced at the nearest portrait again. “It’s just… I’m never gonna be on this wall, y’know?”

He could chase me down this tunnel like it was nothing. Why is that idea turning me on?! Now I was irrationally horny and big mad about it. Zion may have openly swung both ways, but I was definitely straight. Definitely, totally straight.

“Please, Z…” His voice unexpectedly cracked, snapping me out of my fantasy. “I-I really don’t like being tied up.”

So, Shibari’s off the table, but he likes pain. I wonder if I could make him come from that alone?

I didn’t understand what had happened back there. Well, I kind of did, but the only other times I’d gotten turned on like that were during Deathball, which totally didn’t count. I usually wasn’t the only dude swinging wood out on the field because the pain had our testosterone raging. It was just a thing… that happened… That mostly happened when I was facing off against Zion Salah.

All I wanted to do was pull my weight, but now I was proving to be nothing but dead weight.

Stupid tears stung my stupider eyes as I glared down at my stupidest dick. Every part of me is fucking useless.

Some don’t even like each other, never mind love.” That strange ache I’d felt in the middle of the night flared up in my chest again. “Cappy and Xander are in love,” I muttered, not even knowing what my point was, but plowing ahead anyway. “You and Simon are, too.” Then, as if I wasn’t behaving like enough of a loser, I had to go ahead and sniffle.

There was no reason for me not to tell my gay brother and his gay mafia queen that I might like dick. Hell, the whole gay family would probably throw me a big gay party to celebrate me joining the rest of them on the apparently more exciting side of the playing field.

I almost scoffed. There was no way Wolfy wanted me to continue popping boners every time Zion accidentally scratched me with one of his sexy lizard claws.

Oh buddy I think he does

Challenging my future wife to a duel seemed as good a mating strategy as any—and one where I was fairly confident I wouldn’t embarrass myself too badly.

As the eldest, he was the equivalent of Wolfy in this family, and if my brother ever spoke to me in that tone, I would probably faint like one of those weird goats.

I knew I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but if she thought I was putting my prize-winning dick anywhere near her bitchy vagina with that attitude…

This time, the most pathetic whimper of all time escaped me—making him chuckle. “You’re just dying for release, huh?” “Yes,” I whispered, practically delirious. “I n-need to come.” “Then pull out that gorgeous cock and get yourself off,” he casually suggested, leaning forward until his breath was tickling my lips. “I want you to soak me in it. Just close your eyes and pretend I’m one of your cape chasers⁠—” “I don’t wanna pretend,” I mumbled as I quickly wrestled myself free, totally game for this fucked up plan. “I like looking at you…”

Dahlia scoffed. “Yeah, I heard you two idiots were out racing bikes on the goddamn runway.” I bristled—mostly because of how she was insulting Zion. Everyone knew I was dumb, but I refused to stand here and let her insult my man.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to tell my brother what was going on between me and Zion. In the end, Wolfy was the Suarez clan leader. He’d use the affair as leverage for our family’s benefit, no matter who he crushed along the way. And I can’t let that happen. I didn’t care about Dahlia or her parents, or the seven other Salah siblings who I couldn’t keep straight for the life of me. But I care about Daisy. And… Zion...

I mean, I know she has plenty of clothes, but these are cool kid clothes—not floofy dresses or dorky prepster shit. I thought she could use some graphic T-shirts… you know, like the ones you wear…”

“I got you some shirts, too.” Fucking, fucking hell, B.

The same went for Daisy. I’d admittedly started dressing her like her preppy cousins in a pointless attempt to help her better fit in with my family. But Baltasar just wants her to be herself.

“You’re just so fucking sure of yourself, huh, Salah?” I scowled, keeping my voice down so Daisy wouldn’t hear us arguing from the other room. “You think you’re such a cock wizard that you can land every straight guy you see? Is that it?” Again, he blinked, his expression impassive. “Well, yeah. But I don’t care about every straight guy—only the ones who aren’t really straight. Like you.” I hissed through my teeth, recoiling from the hero as if he’d punched me. “Fuck you, Zion,” I spat, turning away from him to wrench open the door. “Mmm, I wish,” he crooned behind me. “Whenever you’re ready, beautiful.”

Stupid Lizard King with his fucking lizard dick that’s so stupid hot…

“Yup. She must really trust you… second daddy.”

“That’s not how it works, D. I can’t just… take what I want.” “Why not?” She jutted out a hip as she continued relentlessly. “This is your house, isn’t it, Daddy?”

“I’m not…” he choked out—way more upset than this trash-talk session should have made him. “I’m not just some dumb piece of meat for you to play with.”

Easy, Zion. The man doesn’t even realize he likes cock yet. …and you went and brought him to a ‘titty bar.’

Zion’s dick was officially a five-course gourmet meal.

“And how do I make you feel, B?” Here we go. I blew out a slow breath. “Like… prey.”

“Foolish little villain,” he hissed as his eyes turned fully reptilian. “You don’t have the slightest idea what you’re tempting me with.” He dragged his nose along my neck, deeply inhaling and making me moan. “Want to know why I play long-shot on the field, instead of defense? Because my coach and I realized early on that I enjoyed the chase a little too much. That once I caught my prey, there was no guarantee I wouldn’t rip them to shreds.”

“Trust me. I protect what belongs to me.” He protects what belongs to him. And I belong to him.

“Oh, please,” Daisy scoffed. “I’m not an idiot. I know you two are totally in lurve with each other.”

“My treat,” he gruffly said. “Since you two made my day by coming to practice.” It took all my self-control to not tackle this fool to the grimy ice cream shop floor and kiss every hard inch of him. Because I totally lurve him. Goddamnit.

I’m totally awesome at this second daddy thing.

“Our villain is in the kitchen!” Cook bellowed from the other side of the swinging doors. “And it’s where he will eat from now on, unless you need to parade the poor boy around for a special event. I’ve asked for help in the kitchen for years, so now that I’ve got it, I don’t plan on giving it up.”

My instincts were on high alert. I knew what had arrived was dangerous—that it could eat me alive. However, my dick was so hard, I decided I’d just use it as a weapon if I needed to. Ultimate sword crossing.

I’m a butt sex rookie.

“Daisy is ours, B,” I growled, brushing my lips over his and loving how he shuddered—even though I was the one standing here naked. “Just like you are mine. And this”—I drew back to better look at him—“is it for me. If you want it, too.”

My peace has been right there in front of me this entire time.

Oh. My. God. “You wanna play chase, huh?” I asked, feeling my mouth go dry even as my cock soaked the jock in question with precum. He chuckled low—the sound telling me I needed to get undressed, stat. “That’s right. And you’d better not let me catch you. Give me a challenge, Suarez. Run for your life.”

Time to hunt the hunter.

Fuck, I love you, you big himbo.

My perfect little pain slut.

“It’s just not very manly. Why can’t I smell like you do? Like Old Spice and testosterone had a baby that immediately roundhouse kicked the nearest person the second they were born.”

“This is your grandchild!” I hissed, feeling my supe form bulging under my skin. “How about you find the time to treat her like a part of this family—which she is.”

“And dang, bro. Did your balls get bigger since you left home?” Gabe spoke loud enough to be heard by everyone in the room—apparently set on roasting me in front of my inventus. “You almost went full Hulk on Lady fucking Tempest.” I opened my mouth to reply when Zion pulled me close. “Yeah, you did. You defended my little girl. Our little girl.” Squee!

“I was so proud of you when I overheard you standing up to her. And I’ve been waiting to reward you all day.” “Reward me?” My voice had a breathy quality I would have cringed at under different circumstances.

“Fuck off,” I croaked, even though I was so horny I could barely see straight. “I’m no one’s princess.”

Okay, maybe I’m a slutty princess…