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One For The Money
Ongoing
Active
Pairing->Caleb x Non MC x Zayne
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Let It Happen
Oneshot
Finished
Pairing->Zayne x Non MC Reader x Caleb
Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Play The Field
Oneshot
Planned
Pairing->Caleb x Non MC Reader
Genre: Smut
Crazy Like Me
Oneshot
Active
Pairing->Caleb x Non MC Reader x MC
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut
Page Not Found
Oneshot(?)
Planned
Self-aware
Pairing->Caleb x Non MC Reader
Genre: Angst, Yandere
Hide & Seek
Ongoing->Recommended to read Hound's Teeth first but not necessary
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TW: minor character death, trust issues, abandonment issues, body dysphoria, suicidal thoughts, depression, self-doubt, self-hatred, past child abuse, past abuse, past domestic abuse, past trauma, past violence, angst, light fluff
Summary:
The love of his life died in a tragic accidentā¦
She has been through hell at the hands of someone she thought loved herā¦
It takes them coming together at the most inopportune time to heal the wounds others left behind.
Note: PLEASE pay attention to the trigger warnings if you choose to read this fic.
"Sadie! Iām not wearing this, itās too revealing!"
I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in Sadieās bedroom, biting my lip while debating if a potato sack would be more appropriate.
After we had agreed to come to her party, Sadie had insisted we both get ready at her house.
I had been perfectly fine with that, but what I hadnāt realized was by letting her pick my costume I would be extremely uncomfortable.
She had picked an all-white corset dress that revealed a little too much of my upper chest and only fell to mid-thigh paired with a pair of low white heels and a set of matching angel wings that had glitter on them so they sparkled every time I moved.
My hair was braided into an intricate style on top of my head, leaving my neck and shoulders exposed and my makeup, something I typically never wore, was flawless and enhanced the color of my eyes and made them stand out.
"What's wrong with the dress?" she asked from the doorway. "It looks amazing on you."
I gave her a look, knowing perfectly well the reason she had picked it.
"It shows off a hell of a lot of skin."
"It's just for one night," she reasoned. "And it's Halloween. What's wrong with showing a little skin? Besides, you have a great body, and it should be shown off."
"I'm not comfortable showing off my body," I protested, feeling my cheeks flush. "Iām overweight and theā¦ scarsā¦" I trailed off when I noticed that the dress kept the scars covered.
She sighed, resting her hands on my shoulders.
"You're not overweight," she said firmly. "You're beautiful. You have an amazing body and those scars don't make you any less of a woman. They're a part of your story."
I looked at myself in the mirror again as if the reflection would look any different and tried to push the thoughts of insecurity and discomfort aside.
It was just for one night, right? I could get through one night.
"Fine," I relented. "I'll wear it."
"Good," she grinned, clearly satisfied with my answer. "Now, come on. Everyone's waiting for you downstairsā¦ including Caleb."
"Wait, Caleb's already here?" I asked, surprised.
"Yep. He got here a few minutes ago."
I felt a slight flutter in my chest at the mention of him. The thought of seeing him after a few days apart was both exciting and nerve-wracking.
"Is heā¦ already dressed up too?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yes, he isā¦ and he looks hot," she grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief.
I tried to keep my expression neutral but a part of me was wondering what she had dressed him in. The thought made me feel like a lovesick little girl but goddamn itā¦ I couldn't help it.
"Okay," I muttered, trying to control my racing heart. "Let's get this over with."
She grinned as she grabbed my hand and started pulling me towards her bedroom door.
"Don't act like you aren't secretly excited to see him."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that," she said, her voice holding a hint of amusement.
We walked down the stairs, the sounds of the party growing louder and louder with each step, and my pulse raced in anticipation of seeing him while also dreading the way I would react to whatever costume he was wearing.
Was he wearing a full tuxedo or leather pants and a silky shirt? Horns and wings?
Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, Sadie led me towards the living room.
We stepped into the room and I looked around. Many people were already there, some I knew and some I didnāt, most were dressed in creative costumes, someā¦ not so much.
It was then that I caught sight of him, a sharp inhale catching in my throat.
He stood on the other side of the room leaning against the wall talking to Sadieās husband, and the mere sight of him was enough to make the air around me feel electric.
He was dressed in a black suit, the fabric hugging his body like a second skin, highlighting every muscle and contour. The contrast of black against his tan skin made him look like some kind of Greek God, and it took everything in me to keep my jaw from hitting the floor.
"Youāre drooling," Sadie whispered, elbowing me in the side.
"I am not," I muttered, my eyes still glued to him.
I couldn't look away even if I wanted to, and by the smirk on Sadie's faceā¦ she had noticed.
As if he'd felt my gaze, his head suddenly turned and his eyes met mine across the room.
His expression became unreadable as he stared at me, taking in the way the dress hugged my curves and how it exposed more than I was comfortable with.
I could see the way his eyes raked over me, the way his jaw tensed just the slightest bit, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Was he angry about the way I was dressed? Butā¦ why?
I stared at him for a moment longer hoping he liked what he saw but when he said something to Keith and didnāt look my way again, I dropped my gaze and took a step back, turning to head back upstairs.
This was such a bad ideaā¦ I needed to go changeā¦ get all the makeup off and put my jeans and sweater back onā¦ maybe just get away from here and go hide somewhere and cry for making a fool out of myself.
I took another step but a hand on my arm stopped me.
"Going somewhere, princess?"
"Yeah, I'm goingā¦ upstairs," I murmured, refusing to look him in the eye.
He hummed and moved closer, his body crowding mine as he stepped in front of me.
"And why are you going upstairs?" he asked, his voice lower and huskier than usual.
"I'mā¦ not comfortable," I mumbled, my eyes still glued to the floor.
What I didnāt say was I thought he was angry with me, I didnāt understand why and I needed to get away to try to figure out why me being dressed as I was would upset him.
He let out a small chuckle, the sound deep and low in his throat.
"Really? I quite like the dressā¦ shows off your curves."
His words made me feel self-conscious and I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to cover myself but he stepped closer, reaching out with one hand and gently nudging my chin up while the other pushed my arms away so they dropped by my sides.
"Don't do that. Stop hiding. Iāve told you and Iāll keep telling youā¦ youāre beautiful."
His words were like a combination of a soothing balm and a sharp knife, soothing my insecurities but also deepening the ache in my chest.
He always knew the right things to say when I needed to hear them.
"You really think so?" I whispered, my voice small and uncertain.
"I know so."
The intensity in his eyes made my knees go weak and I had to resist the urge to lean into him. The effect he had on me was getting ridiculous, yet I couldn't stop it, even if I wanted to.
He released his grip on my chin, his hand sliding down to rest against the side of my neck, his thumb gently moving over my pulse.
I shivered at the touch, trying to steady my racing heart.
He was so closeā¦ so much closer than he normally would beā¦ and my brain couldn't seem to function correctlyā¦
"Stop thinking so hard," he admonished. "I can practically see the gears turning."
I huffed out a laugh but couldn't deny his words. I was constantly overthinking and overanalyzing everything when I would much rather just turn my brain off and enjoy the moment.
"I can't help it," I muttered. "My brain never shuts off, you know that."
He chuckled and his lips curled into a smirk, his thumb still stroking my neck.
"I know... it's one of the things I love about you."
I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through meā¦ the sound of his voice, his touch, his proximity... it was like he was everywhere, overwhelming all my senses.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to find my voice, to say something witty or sarcastic, something to break the tension that was crackling between usā¦ because I knew he didnāt mean anything by those words.
He loved me but as a friendā¦
"Come on, princess, letās have some fun. What do you say?"
"Fun?" I repeated, my voice sounding small and uncertain even to my own ears.
He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down my spine.
"It is a Halloween party. There's food, games, musicā¦ let's go join in the fun."
I nodded, going when he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him.
He led me back into Sadieās living room and my eyes darted around, taking in the decorations and the people, trying to keep myself from focusing on how he was acting, talkingā¦ and how damn good he looked in his costume.
The black wings, the hornsā¦ the suit clinging to all the right places, accentuating all those muscles I had known were there but had forced myself not to pay attention toā¦ it was more than a little distracting.
We made our way through the crowd, Caleb leading me with one arm around my shoulders as if he was afraid Iād run away.
"What do you want to do first? Grab a drink?" he asked, leaning down to speak in my ear.
The warmth of his breath against my neck made me shiver again and I had to force myself to focus on the question.
"Um, yeah, sure," I managed, hoping he hadnāt noticed. "I could use a drink."
"Come on then."
He led me over to the table where there was an assortment of alcoholic beverages as well as sodas, water and juice.
Knowing I wasnāt big on alcohol, he grabbed two waters and handed one to me, his fingers brushing mine as he placed the bottle into my hand.
He opened his own bottle and took a swig, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
I took a sip of my own water to distract myself and looked around at the decorations Sadie had picked out. There was music playing from the sound system, and people were dancing and laughing, but I couldn't seem to focus on anything other than him.
He leaned against the table, his eyes flickering over me, taking in my costume then he seemed to realize what he was doing and shook himself out.
"I was wondering..."
His words caught my attention, and I turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
He took another sip of his water, his expression casual, but there was a slight strain to his voice when he spoke again as if what he was about to say wasnāt actually what he was thinking.
"How do you feel about dancing?"
The idea of dancing with him... of being close to him, his arms around me, his body pressed close... it was almost too much to consider.
Part of me wanted it more than anything, but another part was terrified of giving in further than I already had.
"Dancing?" I repeated, trying to keep my voice even. "Iām more likely to step on your toes than actually dance."
"Is that your way of telling me you have two left feet?"
I rolled my eyes, a small, nervous laugh escaping me.
"Yes."
A small smirk pulled at his lips, and he took a step closer.
"Come on. It's just dancing. It's not like we're on a stage in front of a thousand people."
"I don't even know how to dance," I protested weakly. "I'll make a fool out of myself."
"I won't let you. I'll hold you close. You just have to follow my lead."
I couldn't deny that the thought of being in his arms again, of feeling the solid strength of his body against mine... it made my head spin and my heart race.
"Okayā¦" I whispered.
He gave me a small smile and placed his bottle of water on the table then took mine and did the same before offering me his hand.
I looked down at it for a moment, took a deep breath and placed my hand in his.
His fingers closed around mine, his grip firm but gentle, and led me to an open spot in the center of the room and turned me to face him.
"Put your hand on my shoulder," he instructed, his voice low and steady.
I did as he said, my heart racing as my hand came to rest on his broad shoulder.
His hand came to rest on my waist, fingers gently gripping my hip and pulling me closer.
"Just breathe and relax," he whispered. "I won't let you fall."
I felt my breath catch as he pulled me flush against him, my chest now pressed right up against his. He was just so damn big and solid and warm...
He started moving, slowly and surely, guiding me through the steps even though the pace was slower than the tempo of the song.
I tried to keep up, moving my feet in time with his, but I still felt clumsy and awkward, self-consciousā¦
His hand on my waist tightened as he felt me stumble.
"Relax, princess," he murmured in my ear. "Feel the music. Don't think. Just follow me."
"Not exactly a slow dance kind of song," I murmured back.
He chuckled lowly and I could feel the deep rumbling in his chest.
"No, it is not, but it doesn't matter. Just focus on me, alright? And trust me when I tell you, you're doing great."
He gave my hip a small squeeze and his thumb began to stroke my side, moving in small circles against the material of my dress.
Eventually, my feet got the hang of the steps, and we started moving a little faster.
I found myself getting lost in the steps, in the music, in the feeling of his body against mine.
For the first time in a long time, I wasn't thinking about anything else.
There was no stress, no worryā¦ only himā¦ only usā¦
His hand moved to my lower back, pressing me closer against him, his body now completely molded against mine.
"There you go," he murmured, his voice low in my ear. "You're doing so well. You're not so clumsy after all, are you princess?"
I couldn't help the small shiver that ran through me as his breath tickled the skin on my neck. Even the small praise he was giving me was enough to make me feelā¦ special.
"Guess not," I managed, my voice sounding breathy and shaky.
He hummed softly, his hand moving up my back to the exposed skin of my shoulder blades.
"Youāre a natural," he murmured. "A quick learner. Perfect."
It was getting harder to focus on anything but his voice, the feeling of his hand on my back, the warmth radiating off himā¦
"Justā¦ lucky," I whispered, my voice breathless.
"Lucky, huh? Or maybe you just needed the right partner."
"That must be it."
"Of course," he chuckled. "No one better than me."
His words made me shiver, the tone to his voice sending a small jolt of heat through me.
"And just what makes you so much better, huh?"
He chuckled again and spun me around in a circle before pulling me back against his chest.
"Oh, you shouldn't ask questions you already know the answer to."
I huffed at his smugness and shot him a playful glare.
"Cocky."
"Confident. There's a difference."
I rolled my eyes.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that."
He shook his head with a low laugh and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
We danced in silence for a few minutes with his head resting on the top of mine and his hand pressed against the bare skin of my upper back.
I leaned into him a little more, my head resting against his chest, and I heard him inhale deeply, his breath fanning across the top of my head.
"You smell good," he murmured.
I felt my cheeks warm at the comment.
"Thanks," I replied. "It's just my shampoo."
"No, it's not," he said with a small laugh. "It's you."
His words caught me off guard, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"It'sā¦ me?"
"Yes, you. You have a distinct scentā¦ sweetā¦ like honey. I don't think it has anything to do with the shampoo you use."
His words made me feel both warm and confused as I wondered what had gotten into him tonightā¦ he had never touched me like he was or given me so many compliments.
I didnāt know what to do with it.
"You make me sound like some kind of pastry," I mumbled.
"Not a pastry," he said with a laugh. "But something sweet for sure."
A small laugh escaped me and I shook my head.
"You're being weird."
He chuckled.
"I'm just being honest, princess. You smell goodā¦ really good."
I felt my cheeks warm and tried to keep my heart from fluttering.
"Letās change the subject."
"Why?" he asked. "You don't like me complimenting you?"
I bit my lip, not knowing how to respond.
It wasn't that I didn't like it, quite the opposite, I enjoyed his praise a little more than I should. But there was something about his compliments tonight that seemed a little different than usual.
"No, it's not that. It's justā¦ Iām not used to complimentsā¦" I mumbled. "You know that."
He hummed softly.
"I know, but you deserve to hear how beautiful you are every day for the rest of your life."
The words made me shiver again, and I had to take a deep breath to steady my racing heart.
"Thank you, Calebā¦ Iā¦" I trailed off because I wasnāt sure what I was trying to say.
He seemed to sense my conflicted emotions and chuckled.
"You're blushing, princess."
I tried to hide my flustered state by burying my face in his shoulder.
"Hush."
"You're cute when you blush."
I groaned and thumped my forehead against his shoulder. He was toying with me, teasing me, and it was driving me insane.
"Stop it, Caleb."
"Stop what?" he asked innocently, his fingers resuming their pattern against my shoulder blades. "Stop giving you compliments? Stop pointing out how gorgeous you are? Stop pointing out that youāre blushing?"
"All of the above?" I mumbled.
He laughed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest.
"Okayā¦ how about thisā¦ how about I invite you to go on vacation with me sometime in December instead?"
I lifted my head to look up at him, feeling confused.
"That'sā¦ a huge shift of subject."
He grinned down at me, his eyes glittering with mirth.
"I know, but I was tired of complimenting you."
I couldn't help the small huff.
"You're something else, you know that?"
He laughed again, unbothered by my insult.
"Yeahā¦ but that doesnāt answer my question."
"Of course sheāll go on vacation with you," Sadie suddenly said from behind me.
I jumped in surprise and spun around to find her standing there, grinning at us.
"Oh my god, don't do that," I said, my heart racing from the sudden interruption.
She chuckled, shaking her head.
"You need to work on your situational awareness, Hay. The amount of times you get surprised is astounding."
"I'm not that bad."
"Yes, you are," Caleb said behind me, his hand settling on my hip.
I glanced over my shoulder to glare at him.
"Traitor."
He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.
"Soooā¦" Sadie said, placing her hands on her hips. "Where you guys going for this vacation? How long will you be gone? You have anything important planned? Will-"
"Whoaā¦ I havenāt even said Iād go," I exclaimed, holding up a hand to stop her.
"Yet," Caleb interjected behind me.
I shot him a glare.
"Not helping."
"You'll go," he said, sounding confident.
"And how do you know that?"
He grinned, his grip on my hip tightening just the slightest bit.
"Because you want to go."
I huffed, feeling annoyed with his overconfidence because of course he was right.
I did want to go on vacation with him, and I didnāt care where we went if it meant I got to spend time with him.
"And what makes you think that?"
"Call it a gut feeling."
I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath.
"Okay, fine, I want to go."
Sadie chuckled and patted me on the shoulder.
"Knew it."
I let out a frustrated sigh, feeling like they were ganging up on me.
"I hate you both."
Caleb chuckled, his breath ghosting over my ear and making me shiver.
"No, you donāt."
"Yes, I do," I lied.
"Is that right?" he murmured.
I ignored him, trying to ignore the heat seeping through my body. God, I hated how he affected me.
"Yes, it is," I mumbled.
Sadie laughed again, clearly amused by the whole thing.
"You two banter like an old married couple."
"What?" I choked out, my eyes widening. "We do not."
She smirked, raising an eyebrow at me like she knew how my heart had started to pound at the thought of being married to Caleb.
"Soooā¦ where you guys going?"
"Thereās a small town in the mountains that hosts a lot of interesting events for Christmas. Iāve been wanting to check it out for a while but have never gotten around to it soooā¦ wanna go with me?" Caleb answered, his hand moving from my hip to my lower back.
It was so casually mentioned yet seemed soā¦ intimate. The idea of going on a trip with Caleb to some small town to spend Christmas together soundedā¦ wonderful.
"That sounds amazingā¦"
He smiled, his hand splaying out against my lower back.
"Then Iāll work out the details and let you know, sweet girl."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
It was just a vacationā¦ a vacation to spend time with the man I had been hopelessly in love with for a while now.
"Okay," I breathed, shooting him a smile then a thought occurred to me. "Waitā¦ the shop."
Sadie let out a huff.
"Am I chopped liver? Iāll watch it so you can go on vacation. And no backing out because you havenāt been on a vacation in years."
I felt a rush of relief, feeling touched by her offer.
"Thank you."
"See, it's settling itself out," Caleb said from behind me.
I rolled my eyes but chuckled, the tension draining from me.
"Okay, stop gloating."
"Not a chance."
I heard Sadie let out a laugh then mutter something about us āreally sounding like an old married coupleā as she walked away.
The music changed and a slightly slower one started to play.
His grip on my waist grew firmer and he pulled me close again.
"Come here, angel."
My breath caught in my throat from the sudden nickname, my heart fluttering wildly. Out of all the nicknames he had tried I liked that one the best and wanted him to keep calling me by it.
"I like that one," I mumbled as I followed his guidance with little resistance, letting my body mold against his.
A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips as he pulled me against him.
"You like it when I call you angel?" he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. "Better than princess?"
I swallowed and forced my heart to steady.
"Yeah, Iā¦ I do."
He hummed.
"Angel suits you."
I felt a small flutter of pleasure at the words but didnāt say anything as I pressed my face against his chest and followed his movements.
Anticipation of our vacation kept my cheeks flushed and had my mind racing for the rest of the evening.
I didnāt know what was going to happen, but I had a feeling it would change our livesā¦ for the better.
And that was something to look forward toā¦
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Summary:
He came into your life like the summer breeze he smells of--brief, welcome and warm. He came at a time when you needed someone most. He is like you, you think. Understands what it's like to be unstable in a way you never asked for. Unfortunately, he was never yours to hold for too long. He would always belong to her.
Ongoing || Oneshot->2/10
Word Count: 2303
1
You have a habit of daydreaming when you're in love.Ā
Infatuation, a silly crush or attraction. They all feel the same to you. It makes it hard to learn the difference when everything is always at full volume. You can never be just happy. It almost always goes to a sense of euphoria. Sadness can never just be what it is. You swing from being fine straight into wanting to end your miserable life at the smallest of inconveniences. It's exhausting being this way and no matter what you do there is no turning your emotions off. As much of a welcome break that would be. And while you know the difference between limerence and actual loveāthey still feel the same.
It's why you sit at work with a notepad that you fill with doodles. Meaningless to anyone who might look at them. But to you they mean something. Phrases in another language that no one uses anymore that you find beautiful. Eyes the color of the setting sun. A lazy, lop-sided smile that you can't get out of your head. It's stupid and pointless to be daydreaming about him when you know that the chances of a man like that is either taken or you will never see again.Ā
Business is slow between Valentine's Day and Mother's Day. Both of them holidays that make you ache. Your relationship with your mother is strained at best and non existent at worst. And with your love life resembling more of a graveyard than a gardenāseeing happy couples makes you sick to your stomach. Not because you hate the idea of love, but because you yearn to be seen and heard and loved in a way you've never known. Thankful for the break in between when you can simply arrange the flowers in a comforting quiet.
It's been two weeks since you saw Caleb at the cafe. Two weeks of being unable to think of anything else but him. Two weeks of trying to get the stain your spilled drink left out of your shirt that day. But nothing's worked. So, after washing it seven times between then and nowāyou finally decided to wear it to work again. How ironic that the last time you wore it is the last time you saw him and now he walks through the door of Philo again.
Jeremiah seems to materialize from nowhere at your side. His mouth broken into a shit-eating grin as he nudges you in the ribs with his elbow.Ā
"It's not often we get the same customer twice within the same month," he hums cheekily.
You slam the heel of your foot into the top of his.
As much as you try not to follow his movement with your eyes and seem busy with the arrangement you're makingāyour eyes seem to always go back to watching Caleb walk about the small shop. Broad shoulders on display with tanned skin glistening with sweat in a basketball jersey and shorts. He browses the shelves, appearing to be looking for something in particular and you can't help but wonder if he's searching for a bouquet like the one he bought previously. Or who they might have been meant for. Your heart sinks when you realize that he obviously had a girlfriend. Not many men you knew of bought flowers for their mother on a day meant for love and romance.
"Do you have any bouquets with sunflowers?" he calls, not even looking over his shoulder.
Jeremiah shoves you forward slightly and you stumble toward the shelf Caleb's scanning. Heart pounding so loud in your ears it nearly drowns everything else out.
"Not in stock," you murmur softly, "But I can make one if Ā you need."
"How soon could you have it ready?"
"Tomorrow afternoon?"
"Perfect," his eyes travel to the slight pink stain on your chest, "Shit, that from when we ran into each other at the cafe? I didn't think it would stain."
A flush floods your cheeks. "It's fine, really. I needed to replace this shirt anyways. It's getting old."
"At least let me reimburse you? Or let me buy you a new one."
Before you can open your mouth to reject his offer, Jeremiah slides in beside you. A bright, knowing smile on his boyish face.
"She accepts."
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Somehow, you end up letting him take you to his place. Never mind the fact that he lives in Skyhaven or that he lives in a penthouse. You live paycheck to paycheck while Caleb could live in luxury if he wanted to. He is miles out of your league. While his penthouse is painting in shades of gray and black, there are splashes of color here and there. Plushies and pillows that give it life where it would otherwise look like a ghost lived here. And when he explains that he's barely home at all, you guess that a ghost really does. He's a ghost in his own home. It's a little melancholy if you were being honest.
You sit on the edge of his bed while he sifts through his closet. For a moment, you think he's going to just give you one of his shirts. Your heart races and breathing comes in short, shallow bursts at the idea. You couldn't get that lucky. After all, you notoriously have the worst luck.
"What do you do for a living to be able to afford this?" You venture, picking at the cuticles of your nails nervously.
"Colonel for the Farspace Fleet."
You laugh, because you couldn't have possibly heard him right. "Aren't you a little young to be a colonel? You can't be older than like, what, your mid-twenties?"
"Twenty-five to be exact," he shrugs casually, like he was stating that the sky is blue, "Proved myself in the DAA, I guess."
"That would make youā"
"The youngest colonel in history? Yeah, I know. Crazy, right?"
There isn't anything more you can say. So, you fall into and easy silence. Listening to the sound of hangers being shifted around in the closet. Caleb still hasn't changed out of the basketball uniform. Your eyes started to wander over his shoulders and biceps. Analyzing the way his muscles flex and shift with every movement. He could crush your head with one arm and you would thank him for it.
"Aha! Here it is!" He declares, pulling out a shirt identical to the one you wear now.
A soft, buttercup yellow blouse that buttons up at the top.
"Do you regularly have women's clothes available?" You tease.
"It's my sister's," he provides, "Well, not by blood. We grew up together so she's like one. She stays here sometimes so I just keep some of her stuff here."
"Should you be giving her things away?"
"She's a girl's girl. Don't think she'll care once I explain what happened."
You're sure he isn't using the term correctly, but shrug it off. After thanking him for his hospitality and letting a girl he had barely just met into his home and bedroom, he takes you back to Philo.
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Jeremiah is already standing behind the counter when you walk in. Brows raised as he assesses the shirt in your hand. Noting the fact that it doesn't come with a receipt and isn't in a bag. He walks to where you collapse in the single chair he has sitting off to the side. Though you never asked why he keeps a chair on standby.
"He's got a girlfriend, doesn't he?"Ā
You shrug, slumping forward with your elbows on your knees. Soft brown hair shifting like a curtain to shield your face.
"Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised," you quip, "But this is his sister's."
"So why do you look like you just got rejected?"
"I don't have a chance in hell, Jer. He's gotĀ moneyĀ money."
"Money money?"
"He lives in fuckingĀ Skyhaven."
"Don't count yourself out so fast," he says with a bright, hopeful smile, "You're a catch."
Your brows raise as you level him with a look. Not in any universe would you ever call yourself a catch. You're perpetually poor, work at a small flower shop, and have the worst mindsets you have ever known to exist. You're pessimistic and an introvert. You hate going out and would rather binge horror movies at home with an entire tub of ice cream. All it takes is simply looking at Caleb to know he isn't anything like that. He came in wearing a basketball uniform for fuck's sake. Not only is he clearly extroverted, but he's athletic. Which is just another thing that you lack. Despite the fact that both of your parents had been blessed as athletes, you are the most awkward and uncoordinated person to walk this earth.
"Help me, Jer," Ā you plead, "I'm hopeless."
He laughs, taking your hand as he walks back to the counter. "Yeah, yeah. A hopeless romantic maybe, but not hopeless as a whole. I'll do what I can. And nothing else there's still Xaā"
You hold a hand up to stop him. "I am not going out with your best friend, Jeremiah."
"You sure? He's quiet, reserved, a literal Prince Charming kind of guy. You would love him."
Over the three years you've worked with him, Jeremiah has seen your love life crash and burn more times than he could count. He's seen you at your highest high and your lowest low. Watched as you get your hopes up and live up to what he calls the 'fix-it gene'. Because you can't deny that broken men gravitate towards you like a magnet. Or the fact that even after they've showed their true colors, you seem to think that you can 'fix them'. Determined that if you acted a certain way or did things differently that they would change. But they never did and they would leave you with all the broken, little pieces in their wake. And you would spend the next however many months to pick them up and try to mold them back into place.
He's tried to set you up with his best friend a few times since then. Has told you so much about this guy that you feel like you know him personally. He's came into the shop maybe a handful of times and each time it more awkward than the last. Both of you are too quiet and soft spoken to do much of anything other than stand there. Making the most unbearably awkward small talk by talking about the fucking weather. And Jeremiah has never been subtle about the fact that he thinks the two of you would be perfect for each other.
"I'm sure Xavier is a perfectly great guy. Butā"
"Lyric, you have got to branch out of your type." He interjects.
"I do not have a type, Jeremiah."
He levels you with a look this time. "You absolutely do. And it's never done you any good."
He has you there.
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The next day, the bouquet you had promised Caleb is ready.Ā
An assortment of made of sunflowers, larkspur, gerbera daisies, asters and roses. It is honestly one of the most vibrant and beautiful arrangements you've ever made. You make a note to order more sunflowers for the shop in the hopes that he would come by more. Regardless of who he was buying them for. Because now that you know he has a sisterāyou're sure they've been for her. Or at least you hope they have been. You don't think you could handle knowing that he's been buying them for a girlfriend this entire time even though he more than likely has one.Ā
You've noticed a pattern with yourself ever since he first walked in. Your mood seems to visibly improve with every encounter you have with him.
It's mid-morning when the door opens and you feel your heart in your throat. Hoping beyond all else that maybe he had come early to see if you got the bouquet ready or not. But it isn't. Instead, you see Jeremiah's best friend walk in with a girl. While you were hoping it was Caleb, you can't deny the fact that seeing Xavier with a girl fills you with relief. Maybe this meant that Jeremiah would stop trying to set the two of you up. Unlikely, but it was worth the hope.
"Xavier, stop being such a baby," the girl's voice is bubbly, sweet, "It's Jenna's birthday too and I need to get her something."
Xavier scratches the back of his head awkwardly. His voice soft and sleepy as it always is. It's rather soothing if you were being honest. "Is it professional to get your boss a bouquet for any occasion?"
She swats at his arm. "She's more than just our boss, Xav. She's our friend."
"She's your friend," he corrects, "She's my boss. Employer only."
The girl rolls her eyes before walking over to the same shelf Caleb had been scanning the day before. Then points to one on a shelf just above it. Too high for her to reach. It's an assortment of roses Jeremiah had made a few days prior.Ā
He reaches above her to grab the bouquet for her and they make their way to the counter.
"Oh, uh, hey Lyric," he says awkwardly.
The girl's face lights up. Her heart-shaped face breaking with a wide, excited grin. "So, you're who Caleb keeps talking about."
Your eyes widen with something between panic and shock. He'd talked about you? What did he say? No one noticed you enough or cared enough to talk about you unless they were complaining. Thankfully, Xavier notices the look on your face and grabs the bouquet and the girl's hand. Dragging them both off without paying for the flowers.
TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
I nearly jumped out of my skin as that sexy as sin voice suddenly whispered in my ear.
I spun around, hand clutching my heart and legs clenching together in a vain attempt to stop the ache between them. "Damn it, Sylus! You can't just sneak up on me like that."
He shrugged, that annoying, damnable smirk tugging at his lips as he eyed my body up and down like he knew what I looked like nakedā¦ and he didā¦ very well. "I didn't sneak up on you. You just weren't paying attention."
I hadnāt been paying attentionā¦ he was right about that.
Instead of seeing the ink and other supplies I was stocking our stations with, I had been thinking about last night and how it felt to have him inside my body.
Itās ALL I had been able to think about since waking up alone this morning and coming into work even though my legs felt like jelly and my pussy was soreā¦ but in a good way.
I glowered at him and crossed my arms tight over my chest, trying to ignore the way my heart was suddenly pounding. "I wasn't paying attention because I wasn't expecting you. How the hell are you so damn quiet anyway?"
He chuckled then stepped closer, his hands coming up to my hips and pulling me against him, completely shameless. "Practice," he murmured, eyes dropping to my neck and I knew he was looking at the collection of hickeys that were scattered all over my skin. "Lots of practice."
I shivered, my body tensing automatically and my brain going blank for a second before I pushed at his chest, glaring at him. "You're so damn annoying."
He didn't budge, didn't move an inch, just smirked at me as one of his eyebrows lifted. "You didn't seem to think I was annoying last night, kitten."
"Shut up," I mumbled, feeling my face heating up as memories from the night before flooded my mind again and I unconsciously clenched my thighs in response. "Bastardā¦"
He laughed, letting go of me and moving to lean against my tattoo chair. "Still sore?" he asked, his voice a low murmur as his eyes roamed up and down my body.
I scowled, trying not to squirm under his gaze as I turned and put the bottles of ink in my drawer before closing it and grabbing the boxes of gloves and sitting one on top of my station before grabbing the box and moving to Calebās.
"Of course I am," I muttered under my breath.
"Good."
I glanced at him, my hands pausing as I sat the box down on Calebās chair. "What?"
"I saidā¦ good," he repeated, a smirk on his face as he pushed off my chair and approached me. "I want you to be sore. I want you to feel me every time you sit downā¦ every time you move."
I felt my face heating up all over again and bit my lip, turning away quickly and busying myself with gloves, ink and soap, not looking at him as I responded, "Yeah? Why is that?"
"You know why," he mumbled, one hand suddenly coming down on the chair beside me while his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
My hands instinctively came to rest on his arms to steady myself as I tilted my head back to look at him.
His eyes glittered with something dark as he looked down at me.
"I like the thought that every little ache and twinge reminds you that I owned you last nightā¦ andā¦" He paused and leaned down, putting his mouth right next to my ear. "ā¦ and I want you to remember what it felt like to have me inside youā¦ since it was only one time."
I couldn't hold back the soft, shaky gasp that left my mouth, and I clenched my thighs again, desperate to stop the heat that was pooling between my legs because I had learned that one timeā¦ wasnāt going to be enough.
I wanted him againā¦ and it hadnāt even been twenty-four hours since he had left my bed.
He let out a dark chuckle like he knew what I was thinking, nipped at the skin of my neck above one of the bruises then pulled back, moving away from me.
By the time I got my brain back online, he was sitting in my chair like he didn't have a care in the world with his ankles crossed and his hands behind his head.
"ā¦ you're evil," I mumbled, glaring at him as I clenched and unclenched my hands a few times to try and calm down.
He chuckled. "Damn right I am."
I forced myself to look away, taking a few deep breaths as I tried to push away the thought of him bending me over my chair, in the middle of the shop. But that would be a disasterā¦ right? Caleb would be arriving any minute and we were about to open in about fifteen minutesā¦
"You're a bastard," I muttered, quickly finishing putting the supplies away then tossing the empty boxes in a pile to take out back later.
Before he could respond the back door opened and shut then Caleb appeared from the back hallway. As soon as he saw us, he stopped dead, his eyes going from me to Sylus then back again, then his gaze swept over my neck, taking in the collection of hickeys on display and a scowl appeared on his face.
I automatically raised my hand, trying to pull the neck of my shirt up higher to hide them while silently cursing myself for not putting makeup over them to hide them or wearing clothes that would cover my neck.
Sylus' eyes flicked to Caleb, a flash of satisfaction passing over his face as he saw his reaction. "Morning, Caleb," he said, his voice low and smug as he leaned back in my chair like he didn't have a care in the world.
Caleb didn't respond, just continued to glare.
I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly feeling very awkward and wishing I could shrink into a hole and disappear.
The silence stretched out like a tight rubber band, building like a charge until the tension was almost too much.
Finally, Caleb broke it, his voice rough as he shifted his gaze to me. "Can I talk to you?"
My stomach dropped. I knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. I shot a quick glare at Sylus, who just smirked, then forced a polite smile on my face and nodded.
With another scowl at Sylus, Caleb jerked his head, a clear indication for me to follow him, and I did, walking past him and towards the hallway that led back to the break room.
Once we were out of earshot, he whirled around to face me, his eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down, his gaze landing on the collection of hickeys on my neck then he was stepping forward, backing me into the wall.
I stumbled a bit, my back hitting the wall hard then my hands were coming up to press against his chest to stop him. "Caleb, what-"
But he kept moving, boxing me in between his arms, and the look on his face made my heart pound and my throat go dry.
"Did you sleep with him?"
I felt my heart skip in shock, my eyes going wide and my mouth opening but no sound came out as I stared at him.
It was the last thing I expected him to say, and I swore my heart stopped beating completely for a second before I managed to croak out, "What?"
"You heard me," he snapped, leaning down so his face was right in front of mine, his voice low. "Did. You. Sleep with him?"
I blinked, mind going completely blank as I suddenly forgot how to breathe because the look on his faceā¦ the way he was looking at meā¦ he looked livid.
ā¦ but that wasn't what worried me.
What worried me was the expression in his eyes, because there was something there, something that looked like hurtā¦ and jealousy.
And I didnāt completely understand either emotionā¦ because he had never shown any interest in me. Never once acted like he wanted me while he took all those girls to the break room and fucked them where I could hear them.
But nowā¦ now that I was with Sylus, even though it was fake and nothing more than one fuck, he was showing interestā¦ I didnāt understand it.
"Whyā¦ why does it matter?" I managed to get out.
"It just does."
I bristled at the firm tone of his voice, the demand in it, but it was also the possessive look in his eyes as his gaze raked over my neck again.
"Don't avoid the question, Bay," he growled, stepping closer so his lower body was pressed firmly against mine. "Did you sleep with him or not?"
I gasped, my body going rigid, mind reeling as my body reacted to having him this close to me. I could feel the heat from his body, could smell his cologneā¦ could feel the rigid length of his cock against my hip.
"Answer. The. Damn. Question." He said again, his hand coming up to grab my chin and tilt my head up to make to make me look at himā¦ and I knew I couldn't lie.
I opened my mouth to respond but Sylus beat me to it.
"She did."
Caleb stiffened, his head whipping around to look past me.
Sylus was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, his expression blank but there was something in his gaze that made me shiver.
Caleb's fingers tightened on my chin, his hand trembling a bit, and I knew he was fighting the urge to snap at him. But he bit back whatever response he was going to make and looked back at me.
"So it's trueā¦ you slept with him?"
I felt my face heat up but I held eye contact. "Yesā¦"
He flinched. "Why?" he asked, his voice a quiet whisper.
I felt my heart clench at his tone, and I wanted to reach up, touch his faceā¦ comfort him. But he suddenly let go of me, turning away until his back was to me and then he was running both hands through his hair.
I watched him, a feeling of helplessness washing through me as he stood there, his spine straight, shoulders tense then he turned around and the look in his eyes made my heart stutter in my chest.
"Are you going to keep sleeping with him?"
There it wasā¦ the question I had been dreading because even though Sylus and I had agreed that it was only going to be one timeā¦ I wanted more from him, and I didnāt mean just sexā¦ I wanted more dates, more time togetherā¦ I just wanted more and that made this whole thing more complicated.
I was caught between the two men I cared about, the two men I was attracted to, the two men I wanted more than anything and I knew that my answer to Calebās question was going to change things.
For the better or the worse, I didn't know, but I knew I couldn't lie.
This whole messed up situation was a mistake and I never should have agreed to this to get Calebās attention because now I was confused.
I wanted both menā¦ Caleb with his sweet, laidback personality and Sylus with his demanding, in-your-face mentality.
But I couldnāt have them bothā¦ I needed to figure out what I was going to do now that I had made such a mess of things instead of being a grown ass woman and telling Caleb that I wanted himā¦ telling Sylus that I found him attractive and I wanted things from him that no āfriendā should ever want.
I wasā¦ confusedā¦ very much so and what I really wanted was to get away so I could think but I couldnāt do that. I was here to do my job and if that meant avoiding the question then that was what I was going to doā¦ even if it made things worse.
I opened my mouth to tell Caleb that Sylus and I had agreed that it would only be one time but then I hesitated again and I saw his fingers curl into fists.
"Don't lie to me," he said, his voice hoarse. "Are you going to keep sleeping with him?"
Sylus suddenly let out a derisive snort, and my eyes went wide as the sound snapped my focus to him. His crimson eyes were glittering as he pushed off the wall and took a couple of steps forward.
"And if she does?"
Caleb rounded on him, anger flashing in his eyes. "The hell does that mean?"
Sylus stopped a few feet from us, his eyes flicking between me and Caleb then his smirk widened marginally. "Just what I said. Youāre going to tell her who she can and can't sleep with? Really? When you spend most of your shift trying to win an award for āThe Most Customers Fucked in a Single Day.ā"
Caleb's eye twitched at the insult, his teeth grinding as he took a step forward, looking like he was seconds away from punching Sylus. "Don't push me, you prick."
"Temper, temperā¦" Sylus said, chuckling as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking completely unfazed. "Why do you even care?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "You're not her boyfriend."
Caleb flinched and he took another step closer to Sylus, his teeth clenched. "No... but-"
"Hello?!"
All three of us froze, the shout from the front of the shop cutting off Caleb's response.
Sylus and I exchanged a look, both of us realizing that while we had been arguing in the back of the store a customer had come in and was now demanding attention.
"Hellooooo. Anyone here?!"
Caleb sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Damn it," he muttered then shot one last glare at Sylus before turning to me. "We're not done with this conversation, Bay."
Before I could respond, he spun on his heel and marched towards the front of the shop, leaving me standing there with Sylus.
I let out a shaky breath.
That was not how I expected that conversation to go and I couldnāt shake the feeling that I had majorly fucked things up between all three of us.
"Wellā¦ that was interesting."
I sighed and turned my head to look at Sylus.
He was leaning against the wall again, arms crossed and watching me.
"Don't start."
He chuckled and pushed off the wall, sauntering towards me. He stopped in front of me, and my breathing hitched as his hands came up to rest on the wall on either side of my head much like Calebās had moment ago, trapping me between his arms.
"I'm not going to start anything," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "But I couldn't help but notice somethingā¦"
My heart skipped a beat, and I fought the urge to swallow. "And what would that be?"
His smirk widened a bit, his crimson eyes glittering as he leaned in, his face close enough that I could feel his breath on my face. "You have his attention. What do you plan to do with it?"
I felt my stomach clench at the question.
Caleb's attentionā¦ I had itā¦ but it wasn't the kind of attention I wanted. He was actingā¦ hurt, jealous, angryā¦ and I wasn't sure how to handle that or what it meant.
"Iā¦ I don't know," I finally replied, my voice soft and uncertain.
He chuckled, his eyes roaming over my face, taking in my uncertain expression, and the corner of his mouth quirked up. "You don't know?" he asked, the words dripping with subtle mockery. "You don't have a plan?"
It was almost like he was baiting me, taunting me to react, and it was working.
I clenched my jaw and shoved my hands against his chest, trying to push him away but he didn't budge. In fact, he moved closer, crowding me until there was barely any space between us and I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine.
"No, I don't," I hissed. "I didnāt think it would work so I didnāt plan that far ahead."
That only made him chuckle again, and he leaned in, lowering his head until his mouth was right next to my ear. "I seeā¦."
I tried to ignore the fluttering feeling in my stomach as his breath teased the skin of my neck and focus on being annoyed with him, but it was difficult when he was so damn close.
"You should have a plan next time," he murmured, one of his hands leaving the wall and coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Because I have a feeling the next you have his undivided attentionā¦" He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "ā¦ youāre not going to walk away without him taking some of that frustration out on you."
My breath caught in my throat, his words sending a shiver down my spine.
I tried to ignore the heat pooling between my legs as images of exactly how Caleb would take his frustration out on me flashed through my head.
Before I could say anything though, he pressed another kiss to the corner of my mouth then pushed off the wall and walked towards the front of the store.
I watched him go, my mind racing as I tried to process what had just happened.
He was rightā¦ I hadn't thought this throughā¦ I had no planā¦ not a good plan anyway.
I had been desperate to get Caleb to see me as more than a friend, more than a coworker, but now all I had done was make things complicated by pretending to be dating Sylus and having sex with himā¦
"Damnitā¦" I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face.
I didnāt want to be here anymore; I wanted to leave, go home and crawl into bed where I could wish the last few days away so things could go back to normal but nothing is ever that easy.
"Bay!"
I tensed at Caleb's loud and frustrated-sounding voice and reluctantly pushed away from the wall with a sigh and headed to the front of the shop to see what he wanted.
He was standing behind the counter; arms folded over his chest and a scowl on his face. My gaze ran over him for a beat then shifted to the woman standing on the other side of the counter with an expectant look on her face.
As soon as I was close enough, he tilted his head in her direction and mumbled, "Sheās all yours," then stalked off in the direction of his chair where another woman was waiting.
Sylus was nowhere to be seen but I had a feeling he was still around here somewhere and would take any opportunity to touch me and remind me that I needed to come up with a plan of some kind to handle whatever Caleb decided to throw at me the next time we were alone.
But for nowā¦ it appeared I had a customer.
"Uhā¦ hi," I said. "What can I do for you?"
The woman gave me a quick smile. "Are you Bailey?"
"Yesā¦." I replied. "That's me."
She seemed relieved. "Oh, goodā¦ I was worried I missed you."
I tilted my head. "Missed me? So you were looking for me specifically?"
She nodded enthusiastically and reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper then unfolded it and spread it out against the glass countertop. "A friend of mine got a tattoo from you a few weeks ago and I absolutely loved it, so I came here to get this one from you."
I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement and pride at her words. It was always nice when someone liked my work enough to seek me out.
"Let me take a look," I said, stepping forward and picking up the piece of paper she had laid out. My gaze ran over the design, taking in all the details and getting an idea of the size.
"Ohā¦ wow," I murmured as I looked up at her. "This is beautiful."
She smiled widely, obviously proud of the design. "I'm glad you like it."
"Can I ask who drew it?"
The woman's smile broadened. "My husband," she replied, her voice full of pride. "He's an artist," she continued, her eyes going slightly dreamy.
I smiled and placed the design back on the counter then reached over and grabbed the paperwork she needed to fill out to get things started. "Fill these out and give me about twenty minutes to get everything set up. Itās going to be $450."
She nodded, taking the paperwork from me, and settled into one of the chairs while I headed over to my station, grabbing the supplies I needed and getting them set up before I started working on the stencil.
I could feel Caleb's eyes on me every so often, his gaze burning into my side and making me conscious of every movement. I pushed down the feeling, focusing on what I was doing instead, and tried to ignore the fluttering in my stomach at being watched so closely.
Ā Thirty minutes later, she was prepped and ready to go.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded, her nerves clearly showing. "As ready as I'm ever gonna be, I suppose."
I chuckled and moved closer to her, positioning myself at her back and eyeing the stencil to make sure it was dry. "Just breathe. It'll be over before you know."
I heard her swallow then take a shaky breath and I started the tattoo machine.
After that I ignored Caleb, I ignored Sylus when he came back into the shop and I did what I was good atā¦ all the while hoping and praying that both men would let things go.
But that was wishful thinking on my part.
The rest of the day was torture.
Both men kept watching me and each other, the tension in the shop growing stronger as the minutes passed. I felt like I was in the middle of a ticking time bomb that was five seconds from going off and I didnāt know how to handle it.
I had to force myself not to watch the clock, counting down the hours until the shop closed and I could make my escape.
By the time the last client walked out the door, I felt like I was about to explode. My nerves were frayed and my body was tense, my hands shaking from the effort it took to stay calm.
I let out a breath and leaned back against the wall, running my hands over my face and pushing my hair back, my eyes closing for a moment as I tried to steady my breathing.
I could feel both Caleb and Sylus' eyes on me, the heat of their stares like a physical touch.
Dropping my hands and opening my eyes, my gaze moved from one man to the other, my heart pounding in my chest. They were both staring at me, their eyes dark and intense, and I could practically feel the tension crackling in the air between us.
"We need to talk."
My stomach dropped at Caleb's words, and I swallowed hard.
Swallowing down my nerves, I pushed off the wall, squaring my shoulders as I turned to face him completely.
"No."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting that response from me. "No?" he said flatly, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. "What do you mean, no?"
I lifted my chin. "I meanā¦ no."
Sylus chuckled, the sound sending goosebumps up my skin and making my heart skip a beat. I could tell that he was enjoying this little powerplay. "Hmmā¦ so feisty tonight, kitten."
That only earned him a glare from me. "Shut up, Sylus."
He smirked, raising his hands in a mockery of surrender. "Just making an observation. No need to get hostile."
I clenched my jaw, biting back more scathing words. "No, we don't need to talk. Iām going to leave and I donāt want to hear from either of you until Mondayā¦ we clear."
At that, they both tensed and the smirk on Sylusā face settled into a scowl to match Calebās.
Caleb's eyes narrowed. "You aren't going anywhere. We need to talk."
I felt my heart rate pick up at the dangerous tone in Caleb's voice, but I refused to back down. I was leaving and I was going to go spend time by myself so I could think about what I wanted to do next because this shit was too confusing and with them both hereā¦ there was no way I would be able to thinkā¦ to decide.
"And I said no."
Caleb clenched his jaw, clearly not liking my response, and I could practically see the anger burning in his eyes, but he didnāt say anything else and neither did Sylus.
Sensing that this was when I needed to leave before they tried to stop me again, I pushed off the wall and headed for the door, my mind racing and my hands shaking. But as I neared the door, I heard footsteps and a hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.
I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I looked down at the hand wrapped around my wrist, then slowly looked up to see who was holding onto me.
It wasn't Calebā¦ it was Sylus.
His fingers were tight around my wrist, holding me in place and refusing to let me go.
I swallowed, my body breaking out in goosebumps as he leaned down to whisper. "You canāt avoid him forever. Or meā¦ whatever this is between usā¦ we do need to talk about it."
I closed my eyes.
I couldn't avoid this forever, but I was too overwhelmed right now to deal with it.
"Not today," I said, my voice low and shaky. "But soonā¦ I promise."
He nodded and let go before taking a step back and walking away.
I watched him for a moment then spun on my heels and left.
My brain was spinning by the time I made it home, the drive home a blurry mess of lights and sound that I barely registered. Normally, I would be able to go over what had happened during my day as I drove but right now my mind was too fuzzyā¦ I was too on edge, too damn confused.
I stumbled through my front door, locking it behind me then leaned back against it and let out a long breath, closing my eyes and letting my bag drop to the floor.
The silence of my apartment was a welcome reprieve. It was peaceful and quiet, and I wanted nothing more than to sink into my couch and forget about everything for a while... but I had a feeling I needed something moreā¦ to let loose for a bit and not think about things.
After a long minute of just standing there, leaning against the door and letting my brain shut down, my eyes suddenly opened as an idea formed in mind.
I wasn't going to get any relief if I stayed here, not without something to take the edge off, and I was pretty sure I knew what to do.
With a new goal in mind, I pushed away from the door and headed to my bedroom.
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Summary:
The love of his life died in a tragic accidentā¦
She has been through hell at the hands of someone she thought loved herā¦
It takes them coming together at the most inopportune time to heal the wounds others left behind.
Note: PLEASE pay attention to the trigger warnings if you choose to read this fic.
It had been almost two months since Hayley told me what happened at the hands of someone who was supposed to love her unconditionally.
That night was etched into my mind and wouldnāt go away.
It was all I could think about sometimes when I looked at her, but I tried to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself because I had meant what I said to herā¦ she wasnāt a victim, she was strong and she always had been.
But that nightā¦ that night changed everything.
She let me inā¦ let me see a side of her that she hid from everyone else. She let me see her raw and vulnerable, andā¦ I fell harder and my feelings were getting difficult to control.
And as the days passed, things seemed to be different between us.
There was a new level of understanding and trust that wasn't there before, and it made being her friend somewhat... harder.
The little touches, the glances, the stolen momentsā¦ everything seemed more intense somehow, more meaningful.
It was almost as if we were walking on a tightrope, trying not to fall.
But damn did I want to fall into her.
And that made what happened when I went to see her after a week away on a mission even harder for me to deal with.
That day, I found myself standing outside Roses & Thorns, the familiar storefront looking the same as it had the last time I was here a little over a week ago.
I hadnāt expected it to change but with the way I was feeling today I just thought something would be differentā¦ maybe brighter?
I tried to shake off the nervous feeling in my stomach as I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the want and need I would feel as soon as I saw her.
Realizing I was standing on the sidewalk like an idiot, I shook my head and moved towards the shop and opened the door, the familiar jingling of the bell announcing my entrance.
The smell of flowers and plants hit me as soon as I walked in, the familiar scent filling my nose, the soft, natural lighting shining through the windows, the quiet hum of the air conditioner keeping everything cool and comfortable.
I looked around, taking in the familiar surroundings that had become a second home to me, mentally preparing myself for seeing herā¦ and suddenly there she wasā¦ but she wasnāt alone.
She was standing behind the counter filling a vase with flowers, talking to someone I hadnāt seen since Mac had diedā¦ Xavier.
My eyes narrowed, a sudden wave of protectiveness washing over me as I watched him stand there chatting with her with a small smile on his face.
He was standing too close, way too close, and it took all I had to keep myself from walking over there and telling him to get away from her before he killed her too.
I tried to tell myself that there was nothing wrong with him being here.
That there was nothing wrong with them talking but... seeing him standing so close to her, the way he leaned against the counter, the way he was looking at herā¦ it was driving me crazy.
Was I being unreasonable? Yes, I probably wasā¦ but I didnāt care.
All I knew was the last time he was around Mac, she had died and I wouldnāt survive if something happened to Hayley.
I wouldnāt be able to stop myself from following her if I lost her.
As if feeling my gaze on her, Hayley looked up and our eyes met.
A smile, warm and sweet, instantly lit up her face and she said something that had Xavier turning to look at me.
"Caleb," Xavier nodded in greeting.
"Xavier," I said, nodding curtly back at him.
Hayley, always the observant one, seemed to notice the tension between us and looked between Xavier and me, her brow furrowed in concern.
"Am I missing something? You two know each other?"
I tore my gaze away from him and focused on her.
"Everything's fineā¦ and yes, we do."
She didn't look like she believed me.
"You sure everything is okay?"
"I'm positive."
Xavier chuckled, the sound grating on my nerves.
"Some things never change, huh?"
I clenched my jaw, my irritation growing with every word he said and I had to force myself to keep my voice casual as I said, "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?"
He shrugged, casually leaning back against the counter.
"Just that you always avoided telling Mac how you really felt too."
The moment the words left his mouth, I felt the tension in the air skyrocket.
Hayley's head whipped towards Xavier as her eyebrows furrowed, the concern in her expression replaced by confusion.
"Waitā¦ you knew Mac?"
"Yeah. We worked together."
She nodded but the confusion was still written on her face and I could see the questions in her eyes, could see the gears turning. She wasn't an idiot. She could sense the tension between us, the hidden undertones of animosityā¦ and I knew that she was trying to piece it all together.
She knew Mac had died on the job, but I hadnāt told her every single detail.
I hadnāt told her that the mission Xavier and Mac went on that day wasnāt even supposed to be theirsā¦ it had been given to them because one of the original Hunters had broken their ankle.
Or that when they arrived, they patrolled the area and discovered an Elite Class Wanderer hiding among the ruins of an abandoned building and that they should have called for backup, but Xavier had insisted they didnāt need it.
Or that when they were fighting it the Wanderer had fallen directly on top of Mac, crushing her to the point that she had barely been alive when Xavier had finally killed it and gotten to her.
And I hadnāt told her that I blamed himā¦ even though I knew what had happened had been nothing more than a tragic accident that he had had no control over.
"We worked together? That's it? Thatās all you have to say?" I asked, my voice tight with anger and frustration, the words practically coming through clenched teeth.
He stared at me for a moment then exhaled.
"What more do you want me to say?"
I took a step forward, ignoring the warning look I got from Hayley.
"How about the truth? How about admitting that her death was your fault?"
Something in his expression changed.
"Calebā¦ I-"
"No. Don't give me an excuse or some other bullshit. You know what happened. You took that mission knowing you should have called for backup and you didnāt. You got her killed and now she's gone because of you."
That was a step too far and I knew it, but I didn't care.
I couldn't bring myself to careā¦ not when I had wanted to say these things for years but had never had the chance to because we had never seen each other after her funeral.
He stared at me, his expression hardening as his hands clenched into fists.
"It was an accident, Caleb. You know that as well as I do."
"An accident," I spit out the word like it was poison. "You think I care if it was an accident or not? You think that makes it better?"
He shook his head, looking at me with a mixture of frustration and sadness.
"What do you want from me? You think I don't feel guilty for what happened?"
"I think thatās enough," Hayley whispered.
She stood there looking confused, her eyes flickering between Xavier and me as the silence grew uncomfortably heavy.
Neither of us spoke, and the tension in the air seemed to thicken with every second that went by. Finally, he cleared his throat and pushed himself away from the counter.
"I should go."
I kept my eyes on him, my expression cool and guarded.
"Yeah, you should."
He nodded, his expression unreadable. He spared one last glance in Hayley's direction before turning and heading for the door.
The moment he was gone, the shop was filled with an uncomfortable silence.
I could feel her gaze on me, but I avoided looking at her, afraid of what I would see in her eyes but I eventually let out a sigh and finally looked at her.
"Caleb... what on earth was that about?"
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in my throat. I let out a sigh, running a hand through my hair as I tried to figure out what to say only to blurt out, "It's... it's complicated."
Her expression changed.
"Complicated how? You two were acting like you wanted to kill each other. Was heā¦ was he there when Mac died?"
I let out a heavy sigh, the weight of the conversation weighing on me.
"Yes."
The answer hung in the air.
She was quiet for a long moment, the silence heavy and uncomfortable.
"Andā¦ you blame him for what happened."
It was a statement, not a question, and I didn't bother trying to deny it.
"I do."
"But Calebā¦" she began, her voice quiet and hesitant, the look of concern deepening.
I could see it in her eyes - the way she was trying to make sense of everything, the way she was trying to put all the pieces together.
"Youā¦ you think what happened was intentional? That he meant for her to die?"
"No," I said quietly, my gaze dropping to the ground. "I don't thinkā¦ I know it wasn't intentional," I sighed and ran a hand through my hair because of course I knew that what had happened that day wasnāt intentional on Xavierās part, but it didnāt stop the way I felt. I didnāt think anything ever would. "But I can'tā¦. I can't forgive him."
She looked at me sadly, the concern in her eyes growing.
"Calebā¦ you have to let it go. You can't hold onto the anger. It's not good for you."
I let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Oh, right. Just let it go. That's easy to for you to say, isn't it?"
She was quiet for a moment.
"Noā¦ it's not easy. Nothing about this is easy. But holding onto that anger and blameā¦ it's hurting you more than anything."
Anger shot through me, white hot and sharp.
"You think I don't know that? You think I haven't tried to let it go? Thereās not someā¦ some switch I can flick and be done with it."
She flinched and dropped her gaze to the counter in front of her at the tone of my voice and that made me feel like shit, but I was too far gone at the momentā¦ I needed to get this out, even if I was being a totally dick right now.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, "I know it's not. But you can't carry that weight forever. It will destroy you."
"Iā¦" I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to get my emotions back under control even though it was almost impossible. "I know. I've been told thatā¦ a million times. I know I need to let it go. I know that Iā¦ that Iām only hurting myself by holding onto all this anger and resentment butā¦ I can't. I don'tā¦ know how to do it. Every time I think I can finally start to let it go and forgive him somethingā¦ happens and I'm right back where I started."
Her expression softened.
"Calebā¦"
I looked at her, my jaw clenching.
"I'm sorry."
The words caught me off guard and my brows rose.
"Why are you sorry?"
She dropped her gaze to the flowers on the counter in front of her, her slender fingers fidgeting with the stem of an orange rose.
"I just realized Iām telling you to let it go and forgiveā¦ when I canāt even do that myself." She let out a small laugh. "I shouldnāt give advice for something I canāt even do."
Of course, she understood better than anyone else ever had.
She was struggling with something that she couldn't let go of toā¦ but that something was different. She had been through something similarā¦ losing someone she cared about and trying to pick up the pieces and move on but not quite knowing how.
But her someone had tried to kill herā¦ whereas mine had died.
She held resentment towards him while I held resentment towards someone I blamed for Mac not being here anymore.
The two things were different yetā¦ similar and I realized that we were quite the pairā¦ that our grief, anger and all the other emotions our pasts brought out in us had brought us together at the most inopportune time and that had started to help us heal but we were both still messed up.
The anger and resentment that had been coursing through me just moments ago slowly began to fade, replaced by something elseā¦ comfortā¦ understanding.
She understood me better than anyone, and that made it feel like she was the only one who really got why I was so damn pissed at Xavier and couldn't stop myself from feeling this way.
"Is itā¦ is it bad? That I can't forgive him? That I want to keep holding onā¦ even though I know it's killing me?" I asked quietly.
She was quiet for a moment, her expression gentle.
"I don't think it's bad that you can't forgive him. I think it's natural butā¦"
I waited for her to continue, my heart twisting in my chest as I waited to hear what she was going to say. Her eyes met mine with an expression of understanding and empathy.
"Youāre grieving," she replied gently. "And grief doesn't have a timeline. There isn't a right way to process it. You can be mad, angry, hurt, sadā¦ or every damn thing in between. One day you can be fine and think you can forgive and forget then the next day that anger is still there sitting in your chest just waiting for you to take it out and use it. That doesn't make you a bad personā¦ it makes you human."
My whole body relaxedā¦ the tight knots in my shoulders, in my chest, in my gut, all began to loosen as I thought about that.
I had been beating myself up, feeling guilty for being unable to forgive and move on and feeling anger towards the person who I blamed for Macās death.
But she was giving me permission to be human, to have emotions that were all completely normal for the situation.
I was so used to trying to be strong, that I forgot to justā¦ feel sometimes.
We stood in a comfortable silence for a moment.
My heart was still beating a little fast from both the confrontation with Xavier and the conversation we were having but I suddenly felt more at peace than I had in months.
Having her understand and not judge me wasā¦ refreshing, especially when I was used to my feelings being brushed aside and ignored.
It was one of the reasons I loved her so muchā¦ she was good woman, she listened and if she related to anyone in any way, shape, or form then she was there to offer her opinion even if that person didnāt want to listen.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Thank you. You always know exactly what to say."
"I don't know about that. I justā¦ I understand where you're coming from."
I walked around the counter and pulled her into a hug.
"You do. You're probably the only person in my life who truly does."
I held her tightly, feeling all those pent-up emotions justā¦ melt away.
We stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other tight, and feeling like the world had faded away until she pulled back and looked up at me with a small smile.
"Feeling better?"
I gave her a lopsided smile.
"Yeahā¦ yeah, actually I am."
"Goodā¦ soooooā¦ wanna help me with something?"
I let out a soft laugh and shook my head, running my hands through my hair.
"Sure, what you need, princess?"
She let out a happy little laugh and gestured to the shop around us.
"Well, I need to rearrange some things here. I've been meaning to move a few items around for a display but have been putting if offā¦ so, can you help?"
I looked and smiled.
"Soā¦ you want me to help with manual labor?"
She put her hands together under her chin and batted her lashes at me.
"Yesā¦ pleaseā¦"
I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head at her expression. She was so damn cute that she always managed to get me to do damn near anything she wanted.
"Of course, I'll help you."
The next several hours were spent moving tables, unpacking boxes, restocking items, and helping her with whatever needed to be done.
I was more than happy to help her, even if it meant doing the heavy lifting and the dirty work, just to make her happy. And besides that, it was nice to justā¦ have something to do with my handsā¦ anything to keep my mind off other things.
As we were finishing up, she came up beside me with a smile. Her eyes held a sparkle of mischief to them and I raised an eyebrow, knowing she had something up her sleeve.
"What are you thinking, princess?" I asked cautiously. "There's a look in your eye that tells me you're plotting something."
She feigned innocence.
"Me? Plotting something? Never. I would never dream of it."
I smirked, not believing her.
"Right. And I guess the sky is purple and the grass is pink."
She laughed, the sound lighthearted and carefree.
"Alright, alright, I'm not plotting anything. I promise."
"You're a terrible liar, princess."
She put her hands on her hips.
"First off, rude," she teased. "Second, Sadie invited me over for dinner and was wondering if you want to come too."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Dinner with Sadie?"
She nodded, trying to look nonchalant but I could see the hopeful look in her eyes.
"Yeah, she's making lasagna."
"And you want me to come along?"
"Of course, I do. You're my best friend."
I stared at her for a momentā¦ best friend.
I knew that's all we were, all we were ever going to be, but like always I couldn't help hoping for moreā¦ hoping she would look at me and want more than just friendship. Butā¦ I couldn't let myself do that. She would never feel the same way.
"Sure, I'll come."
A smile spread across her face, the pleased expression making my heart skip a beat.
"Really? You're gonna come?"
"Yeah, I'll come. I can't turn down a free meal."
I tried to play it off casually, but the truth was I was always desperate to spend as much time with her as possible and if it meant torturing myself wanting things that I shouldnāt Iād keep doing it anyways.
"Good," she grinned.
We finished straightening up the shop in silence for a couple minutes, both lost in our thoughts before she spoke again, "Hey, Caleb?"
"Yeah, princess?"
"Can Iā¦ ask you something?"
I looked over at her, the hesitance in her voice making my heart skip a beat.
"Sure, shoot."
"Youā¦ have any plans for Halloween?"
The question took me by surpriseā¦ Halloween? I hadn't really thought about it, but I had a feeling things were going to be interesting this year.
I turned to look at her, wondering where this was leading to.
"Why do you ask? You planning something?"
She looked away from me, a light flush spreading over her cheeks as she shrugged.
"Well, you know Sadie. She loves any excuse to throw a party."
I let out a laugh, the thought of an actual holiday party sounded fun.
"Of course, she does."
She still wasn't looking at me, and I had a feeling there was more to this than just asking if I had plans for the upcoming holiday.
There was a silence between us as I waited for her to speak again, but she just continued to avoid looking at me. I could sense that there was something she wanted to say but for some reason she seemed hesitant.
"Hey," I said softly, gently touching her arm. She looked up at me, her eyes darting away again almost instantly. "What's going on, princess? You're acting weird."
"Iā¦" Ā She fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, nervous energy radiating off her like crazy.
I took a small step towards her.
"What is it? You can talk to me, you know that, right?"
She looked up, her eyes finally meeting mine again. The nervous expression on her face softened a bit, and she nodded slightly.
"Yeahā¦ yeah, I do know that."
I took another step forward, closing the distance between us.
"Then why do you look so nervous? What is it? You can tell me."
She sighed and nibbled on her bottom lip before saying, "Sadie wants us to dress up."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised but amused by the thought of it because I hadnāt dressed up for Halloween since I was a child.
"Dress upā¦ for Halloween."
She nodded, a sheepish expression on her face.
"Yeah. She wants to host a costume party. She's been planning it for weeks, apparently."
"And let me guessā¦ she wants us to wear matching costumes?"
Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red.
"Yes, she does."
I tried to fight off a grin, but her nervousness was endearing.
"Let me guess. She's wanting something cutesy and coupley."
The flush on her cheeks deepened and she nodded.
I chuckled and reached out, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
"Let me take a guess at what you're going to be. You're going as an angel, aren't you."
She let out a small laugh, some of the tension leaving her face.
"Yeah, I am."
"And I'm guessing Iām going as a devil."
She nodded, confirming my guess.
I chuckled, the thought of dressing up in a devil costume and standing next to her as an angel was almost comical but alsoā¦ kind of attractive. The two of usā¦ an angel and a devil, complete oppositesā¦ it was somehow fitting.
"Does she expect us to act too?" I teased. "You as the sweet, innocent angel and me as the devilish, sinful one who has come to corrupt the pretty angel?"
"Yes, that is exactly what she expects."
"You know, I like the idea of playing the role of the devil, tempting the pretty little angel." My gaze roamed over her face, looking like the perfect image of innocence. "Especially when the angel in question is so damn beautiful."
Her lips parted and her eyes darted up to meet mine, surprise in their green depths.
"What, you're surprised that I think you're beautiful?" The flush on her cheeks deepened, and she looked away, but I reached out and gently grabbed her chin, turning her face back to meet mine. "You're blushing, princess."
"Shut up," she muttered.
I grinned, amused by her reaction.
"You're adorable when you're all flustered."
"It's justā¦I'm not used to you saying things like that."
I hummed softly and stepped even closer, my fingers still on her chin, my body mere inches away from hers.
"Maybe I should say it more often then."
She shivered, her eyes darting to mine again, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
There was something about the way she looked right now that was driving me crazy. She looked so damn sweet and innocent and it took everything in me not to close the distance between us and do all the things I had been wanting to do for weeks.
I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"I think you're beautiful, princess."
Her breath caught in her throat, and she looked up at me with vulnerable eyes.
"Youā¦ do?"
I nodded, my free hand lifting to touch her cheek.
She closed her eyes, leaning into my touch, her head tilting slightly to the side as she melted into the feeling of my touch.
She was so damn beautiful. She was so innocent and sweet. I wanted her so badly it hurt and the urge to pull her closerā¦ to press her against me and never let her go was almost too tempting but I resistedā¦ no matter how much it hurt to do so.
Her eyes opened and she smiled.
"Thank you."
Her smileā¦ that damn smile did things to me.
"Youāre welcomeā¦" I murmured then wrapped my arm around her shoulders and guided her towards the shop doors. "Letās go eat some lasagna."
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angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, infatuation, mental health issues, self depreciation, self-esteem issues, self image issues, trust issues, history of toxic relationships, family issues, heavily implied borderline personality disorder, favorite person, mental breakdowns, more tags to be added, MDNI
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The Cure by Olivia Rodrigo
Hit The Wall by Gracie Abrams
I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams
Dashboard by Noah Kahan
Willing and Able by Noah Kahan
Summary:
He came into your life like the summer breeze he smells of--brief, welcome and warm. He came at a time when you needed someone most. He is like you, you think. Understands what it's like to be unstable in a way you never asked for. Unfortunately, he was never yours to hold for too long. He would always belong to her.
It takes you by surprise when he steps into your line of vision.
Never fully prepared for when Valentine's Day rolls around and how busy the flower shop gets. You're used to the slow pace and being able to daydream while arranging flowers for the display. Doodling on the notepad next to the register. You're in your own little world when he sets down a bouquet. An assortment of Ā wildflowers and sunflowers. You recognize it immediately as one you had made the day before.
You look up. His eyes are averted to look out one of the windows but you can see the way the sun catches the mix of amythest and orange in his eyes. His eyes are made of sunsets and it takes your breath away. The broadness of his shoulders isn't lost on you. Nor the way he casually leans against the counter with a lazy grin. He's handsome in a way that's timeless. It takes you a moment to compose yourself when he turns his attention back to you.
"Just this for today." His voice has a lilt to it. Like his mind is elsewhere.
You shake your head. Collecting your thoughts before ringing the bouquet up on the register. Your voice coming out a little more sheepish than you intended when you tell him the price of the bouquet. You watch as he slides the money along the counter. His hand dwarfs yours when you reach to take it from him. The warmth of his hand takes you aback and you're shocked when the amount he gives you comes out to the exact amount you had told him.
"Thanks! Have a great day!"
Your stomach does an embarrassing somersault as you watch him leave.
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The next time you see him, he's sitting in the local cafe with a large apple shaped plushie in his arms. You spot him through the cafe window with ease. He sits by the window, a bored expression on that timelessly handsome face, and idly scrolling through his phone with disinterest. You wonder if he would recognize you the same way you do him. Though it's been well over a month since he walked into the little flower shop you work at. Doubtful considering it was such a brief meeting and he had barely even looked at you. Still, you can't bring yourself to look away from him as you carry the bouquet to the building across the street from the cafe.Ā
"Daydreaming again?"
Jeremiah's voice startles you so much you jump. Nearly dropping the bouquet you carry. You press a hand to your chest in the hopes of calming your rapidly beating heart.
"Do youĀ haveĀ to do that? You scare the shit out of me." You huff, playfully shoving him away. "Make a sound next time."
He laughs, only moving slightly sideways with your shove. Round boyish face lighting up with his smile. When you first started working at Philos, everyone thought you would fallen for your boss. With his sweet smile and chestnut curls, it was easy to see how one would think that of you. Jeremiah is sweet and witty when he wants to be. He makes you laugh on your bad days and can easily pull you out of a spiral of despair. It would take very little for someone to fall in love with him. Especially someone like you who catches feelings when someone is simply nice to you. And after a lifetime of toxic relationships and struggling with loving yourself sometimes it took a simple 'good morning' for the rose-colored glasses to form.
But that was just itāJeremiah is too nice.
Over the three years you've worked with him, the two of you easily fell into more of a sibling sort of bond. He can spot when you're lost in your own self loathing or when you're euphoric. And still to this day is the only one who can bring you back down to earth. He's your safety net and security blanket. The only thing that's been a constant in your ever changing life. The only one willing to stay when everyone else has told you you're too much handle. You're too intense. Too sensitive. Annoying. Everything that you hate about yourself and everything that you've ever feared of being. Jeremiah embraces all of you in a way that you will never understand.
"Where's the fun in that?" His eyes follow yours to where they land at the cafe window. "Ooooooh, I get it now! You've got a crush on that guy, dontcha?"
Your cheeks flare with color immediately. "No."
It's a lie, of course.
"C'mon, give me some credit for knowing you better than that."
"I've only met him once, Jer."
"Sometimes that's all it takes," he means with you it does, you know it, "So, what's the lucky guy's name?"
"I don't know. He came in a while back to buy flowers. I never got his name."
Jeremiah deflates as if he was balloon someone had popped with a needle.Ā
"So, go introduce yourself. I'll take the order in."
You immediately begin to protest. Mouth opening to argue back, but he's already taking the flowers from you. And with a small push of his hand to your lower back, he urges you across the street.
There's no way for you to back out with Jeremiah watching you. He waves his hand to shoo you away when you turn to look over your shoulder. So, with nothing else to doāyou make your way to the cafe.Ā
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The doors of the cafe open with a small ding. Signaling Ā your entry of the cat themed little coffee shop. Your order is simple; a venti, strawberry acai refresher with coconut milk. In the time it takes the barista to make it, you change your mind. Craddling the plastic cup in your hands, you turn to make a beeline for the doors again. Already practicing whatever lie you can conjure to tell Jeremiah. You're too much of a baby to remotely go talk to the guy after all. Wouldn't it look weird if you just walk over and tell him your name? You had only one meeting and it was so brief he probably doesn't even remember you or what you look like.
You're in the middle of making Ā a break for the door when you collide with what feels like a solid brick wall. Your drink spills all down the front of you and tears well in your eyes. Humiliation washes over you like a wave.Ā
"Shit! I amĀ soĀ sorry!"
You recognize the voice instantly.
To make matters worse, you had just ran into him.
"No," you say, voice entirely too small, "it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"No, it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention. Here, let me help you."
Still unable to look up and meet his eyes, you stand there awkwardly. Let him pull you to the side and wipe at your soaking wet front with flimsy, brown paper napkins. Cheeks flaring a bright, brilliant pink with humiliation.
"Hey, you're that florist at Philos, right?" His voice makes your heart skip a beatāor several.
"Oh, yeahāthat's me," you say intelligently, "I'm Lyric."
Not your birth given name. You dropped that as soon as you went no contact with both your parents. It simply wasn't who you are anymore. Lyric is what Jeremiah started calling you when he caught you writing a song or poem of sorts on your first day working with him.
"That's a pretty name," he flashes you a smile that would make angels weep, "I'm Caleb."
You commit the name to memory.
"Wholehearted," you blurt out without thinking.
"Huh?"
"Oh, your nameāCaleb means wholehearted or devoted. I have a thing, uh, with name meanings."
Your heart melts when he smiles at you again. "So what does Lyric mean?"
"Oh, um, I actually don't know. But I think it's like a literal meaning?"
He laughs and you think that sound will stay with you for the rest of your life.
"Well, Lyric, I think it fits you."
"Why's that?"
"Lyrics are often melodic, aren't they?"
You don't know what to say to that. So, you stay silent.
Caleb throws the napkins in the trash next to the two of you. Then stands and flashes you another heart stopping smile. If only he would stop doing that so you could get your shit together a little more.
"It was nice meeting you. See you around sometime?"
He's gone before you can even manage a response. Which is absolute gibberish, your mind working faster than your brain can catch up with.
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TW: AU, threesome M/M/F, M/M, M/F, smut, penetrative sex
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic told by Non MC.
There is penetrative male/male sex in this fic. Each fic in this series will be M/M/F. The LaDs boys all have different occupations in this series than in the game. If any of those things bother you, this isn't the fic for you!
Summary: They grew up together, opened a tattoo shop together and have always done everything as friends... but she wants more than that from one of them. What she doesn't know is the other one wants them both...
His tone was low, harshā¦ promising pain and pleasure in equal measure, and when he looked down at me, his expression was so intense that I could feel my heart thudding against my ribs. "You think you get to mark me, huh? You think you can just bite meā¦ and I'll just let it slide?"
I smirked, trying to hide the way my heart was pounding in my chest, my body humming with anticipation. "And if I do?"
He let out a low growl and leaned closer, his face just millimeters from mine. "Then I'm going to make damn sure you feel my marks on you for days. I'm going to make sure you can't think straight, can't walk straightā¦"
"Hmmā¦" I purred, wrapping my legs around his waist and lifting my hips so I could grind my pussy against his cock. "Promises, promisesā¦"
His grip on my wrists shifted, holding them in one hand above my head, his other moving between our bodies and sliding down between my legs to play with my clit. "You think taunting me is a good idea?" He spoke softly, but there was a hint of danger in his voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
I threw my head back with a low moan. "I do," I teased, my hips lifting again, trying to get his fingers where I really wanted them.
He chuckled darkly, his fingers pulling away, and I let out a whimper, my body arching off the bed reflexively to chase them.
"You really are a brat," he murmured, his eyes flickering with something dangerous as he notched the head of his cock against my entrance. "And I think it's time I remind you," he paused long enough to slam his cock inside me in one smooth move, "ā¦ that I'm in charge, not you."
And for once, I had nothing to say.
All I could do was gasp, my back arching off the bed, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as if searching for some sort of anchor to ground me as he filled me completely.
My legs pulled him closer, and even in the haze of pleasure, I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, the possessive glint that made my stomach clench and my pussy flutter around his length. "Sylus-"
He leaned down until his lips hovered over mine. "Yes, kitten?"
His voice was soft, a stark contrast to the intense look in his eyes, and it only made the heat pooling in my pussy that much stronger.
"I-"
His hand shifted, moving away from my wrists, and I felt cool air on my skin as he traced a path down my arm, making me shiver. "You have something to say?" he murmured, his touch feather-light as he traced the sensitive skin of my inner wrist and circled his hips.
My response turned into a strangled gasp as he continued to tease me, his touch both maddening and overwhelming. I writhed underneath him as he continued circling his hips against mine, not really giving me what I truly wanted.
"I-"
His smirk widened as he watched me unravel beneath him, my voice breaking on every attempt to form a coherent sentence. "I what?" he pressed, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that had my toes curling into the sheets.
Every drag of his cock against that sweet spot inside me was tortureādeliberate and calculated. He knew exactly how to ruin me without giving an inch of relief.
My hands fisted in the bedding as I struggled for breath between ragged moansāno witty retorts left nowā¦ just raw need dripping from every gasp, "Sylusā¦ please."
A dark chuckle rumbled through his chest. "Use that pretty mouth of yours and tell me what you want," he murmured, moving his mouth to my neck.
In that moment, any sense of control was gone as I gasped, "Fuck me. Hard."
He growled in response. "Hard, huh? Think you can handle it?"
I nodded fiercely, wantingā¦ no, needing him to moveā¦ to stop torturing me and fuck me as hard as he could. "Yes," I whispered, my voice raw and desperate. "I know I can."
"Careful, kittenā¦ you might regret that."
There was a sharp edge to his voice and a hint of warning, but I was far too desperate to care. "Stop teasing me and fuck me, damnit," I hissed, shifting my hips against his, trying to get some semblance of friction where I really needed it. "I'm readyā¦ and I know I can take it."
Something flashed in his eyes, a dangerous kind of heat, and for a moment, I thought I saw a hint of a sadistic smile. "Oh, kitten," he murmured, releasing my wrist so he could put his forearms on either side of my head. "You just don't know when to shut up, do you?"
My heart was pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I knew that I'd just signed myself up for trouble, but I didn't care. I was too far goneā¦ too desperate for what I knew he could give me. And if this was going to be one night I was going to take whatever I could and enjoy it.
I braced myself for whatever he was about to unleash on me, my fingers gripping the sheets tightly above my head. I could feel the heat and tension building between us, the air almost crackling with anticipation, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had stilled.
Then he leaned down, his voice a low growl in my ear. "You asked for it, kitten."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could even draw in a breath, all the breath was forced from my lungs in a rush as he suddenly pulled out, my body almost going into shock at the sudden emptiness, before he thrust back in and started pounding into my body at a punishing pace.
"Oh god, oh god, oh godā¦ ohā¦"
My mind went blank as he filled me, my body shaking uncontrollably as my arms lifted and wrapped around his neck, my hands clawing at him mindlessly.
And if the sensations werenāt enough, he started to talk in a low growl against my earā¦ saying dirty things that had me clenching around his cock and arching as a I writhed.
"Is this what you wanted?" he growled, his voice rough and low, the sound almost getting lost in my gasping breaths. "To feel my hard cock wrecking your tight little pussy?"
I nodded frantically, my voice reduced to moans and gasps as I grabbed handfuls of his sweat-slicked hair, pulling his face down so I could kiss him frantically.
He groaned into the kiss, his hips never slowing as he devoured my mouth with a hunger that matched the brutal pace of his thrusts. "You feel that?" he rasped against my lips, one hand sliding between our bodies to press rough circles on my clit. "How deep I fuck you? How you grip me like youāre trying to milk me of every drop?"
My back arched off the bed violently as overstimulation crashed through me - too much sensation, too fast - but he didn't let up for a second. If anything, he grew more feral at hearing me sob his name.
"Oh no," he growled, moving his hand away from my swollen nub while changing the angle of his hips so his cock slid deeper. "You don't get come until I say so."
A broken whimper tore free from my throat as being denied burned through every nerve ending and because I was the bratty kitten that he claimed I was I yanked on his hair and leaned up to sink my teeth into his chest.
He groaned and pulled back, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling my head back harshly, forcing me to look at him. "No biting, kittenā¦" he muttered, "Now, I asked you a questionā¦ don't ignore me when I'm talking to you."
The authoritative tone almost had me coming, his words only adding fuel to the fire raging inside me.
"Y-yesā¦ this isā¦" I paused with a sharp cry at a brutal thrust that hit something inside me that made me see stars, "ā¦ this is what I wantedā¦ what I asked forā¦ I swear-"
He hissed then slammed his hips against mine and rolled them before pulling back and repeating the motion. "Damn right it isā¦"
I felt like I was going to go insane as he continued to pound into me, my mind unable to form a coherent thought. I could feel the building tension, the heat coiled tight inside of me, and I knew I was closeā¦
"Sylusā¦ I'm- I - please don't make me wait any longerā¦ pleaseā¦ I need to..."
He pulled out of my pussy, leaving me feeling desperate and needy, and grabbed my hands when I whimpered and reached for him. Pinning my hands to the bed on either side of my head, he leaned down, pressing his lips to my ear. "Do you think you've earned it?"
I growled and wiggled underneath him, trying to move to get his cock back inside me, but he just tightened his grip on my wrists, holding me firmly in place. "Sylus, seriously?" I hissed in frustration, squirming beneath him. "You're driving me insaneā¦ please, I'm so close-"
He chuckled darkly, his mouth moving to my neck to nip at my skin. "You begging now?"
I shivered, the heat and his words driving me crazy. "Sylus, damn itā¦" I gasped, struggling to find the words. "You are absolutely sadistic."
He chuckled then bit down gently, making me gasp again. "Maybe, but you love it."
I did love it... I loved the way he was treating me, the way he teased and taunted me, the way he drove me insane and then brought me to the edge just to deny me. It was infuriating, yes, but it was also addictive... so addicting that I felt like I couldn't get enough.
"You know I do," I whispered, my words almost a plea. "Now please, pleaseā¦ I need you."
"Hands and knees."
The command was simple, but I felt my heart skip a beat as my mind immediately envisioned what he was about to do, what the position he was asking for meant.
He let go of my wrists and without a word, I rolled over onto my front and pushed up to my hands and knees, my heart beating so hard it was practically echoing in my ears as I waited, breathless and impatient, for his next move.
There was a moment of silence as he moved behind me, my breath catching as I felt his hands run over my hips and up my spine... and then one hand gripped the hair at the back of my head, pulling my head back until I was forced to arch my back and grip the headboard for balance.
The position left me feeling vulnerableā¦ but in the best way possible.
I could feel the heat building between us again, my hands trembling against the headboard, and I swore I could feel his eyes on my body like a physical weight.
Swallowing, I waited and when I heard his voice, it was like a jolt ran through me, my body tightening in anticipation.
"Stay like that."
I could only nod in response, my brain too far gone with need to trust my voice.
And then I felt his hands on me, running up the inside of my legs, moving around the backs of my thighs to my ass and squeezing.
My breath quickened as each touch sent sparks through my body, and I couldn't help but arch my back a little more, wanting to feel more of him against me.
I heard him huff out a soft curse, his hands flying to my hips to still my movements and squeezing in silent warning then his hands were back on my ass, rougher this time.
"So damn beautiful," he murmured, his voice low. "So perfect."
I felt my face flush with pleasure, his words sending a shiver through me, and when I heard him shift behind me, felt his body press against my back, I couldn't help but whimper, my body moving back against him almost reflexively.
"So impatient," he said, his voice low and rough as he started to press kisses along my shoulder blades.
The teasing kisses made me shiver, and I found myself rubbing my ass back against his cock, trying to find some friction, any friction.
"Pleaseā¦" I murmured, my voice low and needy.
He chuckled softly then bit lightly at the skin of my shoulder. "Please what, kitten?"
I could hear the smirk in his voice, and the teasing tone was both infuriating and arousing all at once. "You know what I wantā¦" I muttered, trying to keep my voice even but failing. "I want your cock back-ah!"
His teeth nipped at my neck, the pain and pleasure making me shiver and then his hands slid down, spreading my thighs further apart. "Impatient and a smart mouth."
My hands clenched against the headboard as I was forced to arch my back more, my body trembling in anticipation. I was about to respond, to snap back at him... only to gasp as I felt his hand wrap around my hair again and pull my head back against his shoulder just as he slid his cock back inside my needy pussy.
Without giving me time to adjust, he started a slow, deliberate pace, holding my head back and I felt like I couldn't even think straight as I writhed against him, my body desperate for more.
Then he leaned down, his mouth by my ear, "Is this what you wanted, kitten?"
"Yes, pleaseā¦ don't tease me. Fuck me, please," I gasped, my words a desperate plea, and when I heard him chuckle, my heart started beating even harder because it was a sadistic laugh.
He changed his pace, slowing down until he slid almost all the way out of my pussy before gliding back in at a snailās pace, teasing me. "You're asking nicely now?" he purred in my ear. "Too late for that, kitten."
"Oh, fuuuuck you," I hissed, the words catching in my throat as he slowly filled me again then rolled his hips against my ass with a growl. I let my head fall back against his shoulder. "You bastardā¦ I swear if you donāt let me come, I will find a way to get you back."
He chuckled again, the sound dark and wicked. "Oh?" he murmured. "You're making threats now, are you?"
I tensed as I heard the tone of his voice, my body going still. "Damn right I am," I muttered, trying to sound defiant even as I trembled in his hold.
"Yeah? And how you gonna manage that, hmm? You're the one impaled on my cock, begging me for what you really wantā¦"
The words sent a tingle running through meā¦ but I was too desperate to care that I was treading on thin ice and probably about to get my ass spanked. "Damn itā¦ pleaseā¦ I'm going to lose my mind, you sadistic bastardā¦ I need you to stop being a teasing prick and just-"
I broke off as he pulled out of me completely, leaving my pussy clenching around nothing.
A frustrated whine escaped me, my body instinctively arching back against him, trying to get him back inside me, but he held me in place easily.
"No."
My brain short-circuited as that single word cut through the fog in my head. "Whatā¦?"
I tried to turn my head to look at him and see if he was joking but he pressed his chest against my back and wrapped the hand not in my hair around my waist to keep me still.
"Noā¦ you're not seriousā¦" I whispered, my heart clenching with a feeling I didn't want to admit was panic. "You can't just stop andā¦ leave meā¦ like thisā¦"
He let out a dark chuckle, the sound making me shiver again. "Oh, but I can, kitten," he murmured, his voice almost cold. "And I will. Unless you start being a good girl, of courseā¦"
I didn't know if he was sadistic enough to seriously leave me like this, aching and desperate. I didn't know if he was just testing my limits or pushing me to the edgeā¦ but I wasnāt willing to find out, not when I was so desperate to come.
"Please," I whispered. "I'll be goodā¦ just please, Sylus, donātā¦" His grip in my hair tightened, stopping what was no doubt going to be another demand from my lips and I gasped, my head tilting further back, and my body arching automatically as I bit my bottom lip and kept quiet.
"That's my good girl," he murmured against the side of my face. "Nowā¦ stay stillā¦" He pressed his cock back inside me all the way then stopped with his hips pressed against my ass with a low growl. "ā¦ or Iāll stop."
My body was shaking, my legs trembling so hard that I wasn't sure I could even hold myself up, but I didn't dare move, not when I felt so needy and desperate that I felt like I was going to cry.
I didn't know what his plan was, but the feeling of him being so deep inside me but not moving was driving me insane.
He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear again. "Hold on to the headboard and donāt moveā¦ or I leave you needy and wanting."
I could barely think straight as I nodded rapidly, my hands clenching against the wood.
"Good girl," he growled again and my head swam as his words sank in.
I could feel him watching me, waiting to see if I would try to move or resist in the slightest, but I had no intention of giving him a reason to stop.
And then, slowly, so painfully slowly, he started to withdraw making my bite my lip so hard that I thought I might draw blood. His pace was so damn slowā¦ almost as if he was deliberately drawing it out. I could feel every inch, every vein, every twitch, every movement of his long, thick cock as he withdrew inch by agonizingly agonizing inch then pushed back insideā¦
I wanted to move, to push my ass back against him to get him to move faster, take me harderā¦ but I kept myself still. And then, just when I thought I was going to lose what little sanity I had left, he started moving faster, taking me roughly.
After thatā¦ I couldn't think, my head spinning in dizzying circles. I felt soā¦ lost. In the pleasureā¦ in the sensationsā¦ all I could do was hold on, desperate, and try to keep still.
Then he leaned down, his breath hot against my neck, and his voice so low and soft that I could feel the words shiver through me. "Come for me, kittenā¦"
My whole body tensed, every nerve lighting up as all of that need and desire that had been building rose up and crashed over me in waves.
The heat was so overwhelming that I was almost blind with it, and I bit my lip so hard that I bit through the skin, the pain mixing with pleasure and pushing me over the edge completely. I wasn't sure I was making any noise but to me it sounded like I was crying.
I felt his teeth as he leaned down and bit into my shoulder at the same moment his fingers found my clit and started rubbing.
A hoarse shout left my lips at the same time he let out a low curse as my pussy clamped down on his cock for a second time. My body started twitching and my hands loosened around the headboard to the point that if he hadnāt had an arm around my waist, I would have fallen face first into the wood.
My hips twitched a few more times as he continued to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs then he moved his hand away and up my stomach to my left breast.
He held still for a few more moments, and I was still coming down, my body shaking with the aftershocks, when he pulled out of me and gripped my waist, spinning me around and lifting me up before sitting me on the edge of the bed and pushing me onto my back.
My brain was still trying to catch up as I watched him move, my body still buzzing with satisfaction. I was expecting him to pick me up, hold me, take me into the bathroom to batheā¦ or something comforting like that.
What I wasn't expecting him to step between my thighs, his hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed before slamming his cock back inside my pussy in one hard thrust.
My body arched against his with a sharp cry, my hands flying up to his shoulders to cling to him, my nails digging into his skin.
I gasped as he leaned down, his mouth crushing against mine in a rough, demanding kiss. He tasted like heat and I could feel the feral hunger in him, the lust, need and the dark desire.
Eventually, I had to pull away, gasping for breath, but I couldn't do anything but cling to him, my mouth moving against the skin of his chest as he pounded into my pussy relentlessly.
"Sylusā" His name left my lips in a gasp, the sound needy and soft, and he growled in response, his hands pulling me onto his cock over and over.
"That's right, kitten," he said his voice rough and low. "Againā¦ I want to feel that pussy clamp around my cock again."
I whined, trying to find enough air to respond and tell him I didnāt think I could come again, but it was difficult, the heat and need in my belly burning so bright that it was hard to think.
"You... Iā¦ fuckā¦" the curse came out a rough, broken gasp then another needy whine left my throat as he bent and took one of my nipples between his lips.
Even as overly stimulated as my body was, I couldn't bring myself to push him away as his teeth sank lightly into my sensitive fleshā¦ not when I needed what he was giving me, even as my mind protested, even as I felt every inch of his body against mineā¦ wrecking me so completely I felt like I was floatingā¦
I needed thisā¦. needed him.
He was relentless, driving into me like he was determined to take everything, take all of me, and I knew I was going to be sore tomorrow, marked and covered in the evidence of his touch.
And part of me didn't care.
I didn't care if he left me bruised and raw and aching to the point that I couldn't walk, I just needed him to let me come again.
"Sylus, pleaseā¦ let me comeā¦"
"Not yet," he growled, speeding up his thrusts, driving in so deep he kept hitting that spot.
"Bas-" I let out a long, drawn-out moan when he sucked a hickey into the skin above my left breast before moving those sinful lips to my other and giving it the same treatment. "B-bastard."
A rough chuckle rumbled through his chest, and I heard the dangerous edge in it even as I felt his lips quirk against my skin. "Careful, kitten," he murmured. "If you keep talking like that, I'll start to think you like me hurting youā¦"
My eyes snapped open, and I had just enough coherency left to look at him, my mouth opening to protest. "I-"
His fingers moved from my hips, sliding up the sides of my body to cup my face, and the words died in my throat. "Don't deny it. I can feel how much you like it by the way that tight little pussy keeps strangling my cock."
My face went hot at his words, a jolt of heat going through me.
"Bastard," I muttered again, struggling to get the word out without moaning because he hadnāt stopped moving even while talking, only slowed down to an agonizing speed that had me digging my nails into his shoulders and dragging them down his back.
He hissed in response and I felt his cock pulse inside me as his hips stuttered.
My eyes widened, my brain registering the fact that I was able to draw that strong of a reaction from him the same second I felt those rough fingers slide into my hair and tighten until it was almost to the point of pain.
"Be careful, kitten."
There was a warning in his voice as he looked down at me.
In the back of my mind, I knew I probably shouldnāt do what I was about toā¦ that I was toying with fire, but the smug satisfaction I felt knowing I had some kind of control over him, even for just a moment, was too much to resist.
Using my grip on his shoulders, I leaned up, letting my tongue dart out to run a slow line along his jaw until my mouth reached his ear. "Or what?" I murmured, my voice soft and taunting.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best ideaā¦ to taunt an already extremely wound-up man, who was buried inside me as deep as he could go, who was barely keeping control of himself. But then I'd always had a habit of ignoring good sense and self-preservation when it came to pushing his buttons.
For a second, all I heard was his harsh breathing and then, "You are going to pay for that."
I didn't have time to do anything more than gasp before he slammed his mouth down on mine in a punishing kiss and started driving into me rougher, harderā¦ setting a pace that was so fast that all I could do was grip his shoulders and hold on.
Eventually I had to tear my mouth away from his, the need for air growing until I had no choice but to lean my head back and arch to suck in a deep breathā¦ and then his mouth was on me again, licking and biting as he sucked more hickeys into the sensitive flesh of my neck.
I couldn't do anything but cling to him, my thoughts a tangled mess. All I knew was pleasure and that fire that burned between usā¦ and the overwhelming desire to come.
"Pleaseā" the word was broken, barely a gasp, and I felt him smirk against my skin.
"Shhhh," he murmured, his fingers moving from my hair to my face, cupping my cheek and holding me in place as he nipped at my bottom lip then pulled back to look at me. "Not yet."
"I hate youā¦" I hissed, a whine in my voice as I writhed underneath him as I moved my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. "I hate youā¦ oh god, I hate you so goddamn muchā¦"
"No, you donāt," he growled in response, his hips snapping a little harder.
I opened my mouth to respond, but he slammed his mouth down on mine again, the kiss harsher than before, brutal and possessive. He bit at my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth before his tongue swept into my mouth.
I lost everything then, lost all sense of coherency and thought, lost all sense of timeā¦ the only thing I knew was himā¦ his body, his words, his touch. He kept goingā¦ deeper, harder, faster, and I felt like he was trying to break meā¦ trying to leave a mark on me that I would never forget.
My body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, my legs tremblingā¦ I felt rawā¦ on the edgeā¦ and when his mouth left my neck, that look on his faceā¦ that dark fire in his eyes as he held me pinned downā¦ and said, "Now come for me," my eyes widened, my body going rigid as my pussy clamped down on his cock and I did exactly that with a loud cry.
He growled in response, his body shuddering against mine as his cock pulsed repeatedly inside me as he followed me over. Then his head dropped, his breath ragged against my skin and it took him a few long moments to get his own breathing back under control.
The fingers in my hair loosened a little, and his body relaxed as he came down from his high but he didnāt pull out of my body or move off me.
He lifted his head to look at me, and I couldn't look away from his eyes, the fire there now a low smolder, but no less intense. "You're going to be too sore to walk tomorrow, you know," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Worth it," I mumbled then closed my eyes and passed out.
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YouĀ knowĀ hunger; you'd been forced to dig through trash for scraps plenty of times before that fateful night in the pharmacy, where you somehow managed to con Sylus Qin, assassin extraordinaire and pretentious bastard, into becoming your adoptive father.
This hunger, however, you never accounted for, nor the guilt which consumes you in turn.
Still, you do your best to satisfy your cravings, desperately aware that true satiation lies in the hands of another.
Or: You try to relieve your teenage crush on Sylus to middling success. Years and a bitter-sweet reunion later, he recalls that he has a score to settle.
Word Count: 2.8k
Relationships: Sylus x You
Tags: AFAB reader, Masturbation, Tartarus | Praedator Qin Che | Sylus, Savage Overture | Tomorrow's Catch 22, Yearning, Teen Crush, Daddy Kink (if you squint), Pseudo-Incest (kinda), Adoptive Parent Sylus, Pining, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Sexual Abuse (before Reader meets Sylus), Underage Masturbation (nothing is described explicitly until reader turns 18), Time Skips, Separations, Reunions, Wish Fulfilment, Reunion Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Payback, Guided Masturbation, Dom/sub Undertones, Sylus is not actively involved while Reader is underage
Series: None
A/N: This is a fic of a fic. It started as an original idea that refused to take shape. I was going to abandon it after reading @littlebommetje's father figure series (read it, I demand you!!!), but she encouraged me to write it anyway. I ended up turning it into a sort of character study of how I would expect her MC/Reader to have dealt with realising they are in love with Sylus (who is their adoptive father in that series). Expect my usual brand of horny angst, an exploration into the crippling but addictive nature of first crushes, and a little treat in ch 3, which comes post-reunion and involves Sylus' reaction to what happens in ch 2.
Audio: Acid Rain, by Lorn
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If anybody had tried to tell you a few years ago that youād find yourself wishing for space from Sylus Qin, youād have used one of the uppercuts he taught you to chip a few teeth. Would have picked the jagged pieces off the ground to store in a secret, velvet little pouch youād tuck into the furthest corners of your bedside drawer.Ā
Yet, here you are: staring at the ceiling, stained piss-yellow by the ancient lightbulbs, stewing in that exact impossibility.Ā
Outside, the endless rain patter-patter-patters in stygian blue, loud enough to drown out any gurgling cries that might arise from anybody unlucky enough to be targeted by the Praedators roaming these streets, anybody unseasoned enough not to know that, in these parts, you strike first, ask later.Ā
The window is still open from earlier in the day, cool moisture clinging to your sensitive skin ā heād scold you for it usually, for leaving a potential point of entry exposed, but you were feeling claustrophobic in this yet-unfamiliar place, with its lack of proper ventilation. Restless. Antsy.Ā
He understands that, though youāve neglected to tell himĀ why.Ā How his decision to lay low for a while has allowed you to glut yourself on his proximity until youāre almost sick with it. Until youāre almost feverish from it, mind ricocheting between your oil-slick past and soap-soft present like a bullet before shattering into the shards of a hundred fantasy futures, each one sharp enough to cut, each one daring you to wrap your fist around it anyway.Ā
Itās not his fault, of course.Ā
Itās yours.Ā
ItāsĀ you.Ā
You and your selfish greed that wonāt stay dead and buried, no matter how many times youāve killed it.Ā
Maybe they broke something in me, when I was little,Ā you think miserably, not for the first time. Back when you were forced to learn exactly how dark desire could be, then forced to learn how to leverage that for food, for shelter, for cheap imitations of care. You knew it wasnāt genuine. You were just a little street rat, knobbly knees and sharp elbows, digging through trash cans for fast food wrappers that still held a trace of nourishment, licking at the residue until the waxy paper was clean.Ā
You let so many disgusting things into your body, anything to try and stifle the awful, gnawing emptiness. And even now, years into your adoption by Sylus Qin, safe and satisfied in almost every way that your younger self could have dreamed of, you canāt help wanting more, more, more.
But such is the way of life: once you know true hunger, your body carries the knowledge of it to its grave.Ā
So, no, itās not his fault ā though he certainly makes thingsĀ worse.Ā His graceful, clever fingers. His eyes, red as the blood your twisted heart feeds on, glowing with quiet pride and less-quiet amusement. The hard-earned musculature of him that he has no issue with flaunting, and his scent āĀ god,Ā hisĀ scent.Ā How his sweat clings to the inside of his leather jackets when the oncoming storm turns the air to soup; sometimes, youāre lucky enough to peel them from his broad shoulders while theyāre still wet, wet enough that you can run lines up the fabric and collect the precious, salty droplets on your tongue. When you finally have to actually fulfil your promise of cleaning them, you do so somberly, chest aching with nearly as much mourning as you do when it's his blood pinkening the water that beats against the sink porcelain. You justā¦ You justā¦
It wasnāt always like this, youĀ knowĀ that.Ā
For the first few years, you loved him and were all the purer for it. You were a kid ā āa little squirtā, heād say ā curling up in a safe place for sleep and he was your walls, your roof, your floor, and you were ever so grateful.Ā
So, so grateful, until you realised with burgeoning horror that you wereĀ in loveĀ with him, in love with Sylus Qin, yourĀ raison d'ĆŖtre,Ā the man youād fucking calledĀ DaddyĀ when he wasnāt able to hear.Ā
Just fourteen, then. So young and so broken, but time and space had given you room to breathe, to heal a little.Ā
Sylus had begun your homeschooling in earnest and yet, despite the extra investment of time in you, you felt utterly starved of him.Ā
Suddenly, you were newly aware of his position in any given room. You kept track of the little things, obsessing over whatever might draw his attention away from you. Rather than thoughtlessly climb over him, the breadth of him your cherished playground, you started looking forĀ excusesĀ to touch him.Ā
Innocent things, things that could be easily explained away. Reusing his cups to āsave you from washing dishesā. Picking imaginary lint off his immaculate coats in order to feel the strength of his wide, hard chest beneath your fingers. Leaning around him to reach for a mug so your budding breasts justĀ happenedĀ to brush against his arm.
After years of satiation from the mere twitch of his plush mouth, the bump of his regal nose, you were starting to feel hungry again. That ravenous monster inside you, once lazy with digestion, was stirring and now looking at him made you feel empty in all the cavernous spaces in your body.Ā
Youād tried putting things inside you again, an echo of the days that still haunted your nights, desperate in denial.Ā
You ate until you could match him in portion sizes, drank juice and water and the delicious rooibos tea he made until you were constantly running for the bathroom, bought every scented candle that even slightly caught your interest, but to no avail.Ā
And it made sense.Ā
Youād read about them, see, in one of his books that youād greedily devoured. Read about the hungry ghosts.Ā ĆguĒĀ ā orĀ pretaĀ ā were creatures of folklore, humans who died unhappily, reborn with long thin necks, round bellies, and slavering tongues that couldnāt be satisfied by anything.Ā
Oh,Ā youād thought at the time, fingers curling around the pageās sharp edges, seeking its bite.Ā Maybe thatās what happened.Ā
Maybe, during one of all the many horrible things you survived, you had actually died.Ā
Died, and came back wrong, and that was why you were so fucked up.Ā
Why your breasts ached ā between your thighs, too ā sending you to bed early, keeping you up through restless nights until you remembered the manga youād stuffed beneath your bed out of shame. With shaking hands, youād opened its pages, glossier than the mythology text, tracing the shapes in your mind, but even that hadnāt helped ā you already knew all about the things they were doing to each other in the comic. Things that had only ever filled you with fear, then left you even emptier afterwards. That is, until your traitorous, wretched little mind had replaced contemptuous eyes with glittering red, greasy hair with silky silver, and finally you foundĀ reliefĀ in your fingers.Ā
It became your guilty ritual, the one secret you could never tell him about. Every couple of nights, when your indulgence in his presence reached the threshold of overwhelming, youād slip quietly away to whatever served as your bedroom at the time and lock the door.Ā
How silent you were, sneaky. Citing homework, citing poor sleep, citing teenage fatigue and every other thing you could think of because heād hate you, if he learned your true reason. Call you depraved. Ungrateful for the bond heās so generously bestowed on you. You were supposed to be his daughter, supposed to be satisfied with that. You werenāt, but you could pretend well enough. Those lacrosse lessons taught you how to lie with your whole being, and you refined your techniques on your peers before turning them on your beloved protector, on the sanctuary heād unwittingly desecrated by inviting a hungry abomination inside.Ā
And so the years passed. The guilt grew, but so did you, until the weight of it barely bothered you before the late hours, when you were alone.Ā
You are not alone now.Ā
Now, you are eighteen ā so freshly eighteen that you still forget sometimes ā staring at the ceiling and wishing you had space from Sylus Qin so you can try to relieve your unbearable hunger for him.Ā
But you canāt justĀ askĀ him to leave, even though he would.Ā
Not when he looks like this, sitting against the headboard of the bed in one of his low-cut sweaters, curled over you where your head rests on his lap. As much as you want privacy, so you can fully sink into the fantasy currently gripping you of just turning into his crotch and inhaling deep, of pulling open his zipper with your teeth and plunging your tongue beneath the band of his briefs, you cannot bring yourself to actually voice the words. To invite separation, when the closeness you will always crave is available, closeness you do not generally have the luxury of, is unthinkaā
A calloused finger taps your forehead, causing you to blink. āYouāre thinking rather deeply,ā he observes, amusement coiling around each phoneme. āHow novel.āĀ
You scowl at the teasing, snapping at his finger with your teeth. Youāre too slow ā you usually are, but on the occasions when you manage to catch him, he lets you chew on his digits until youāre satisfied. A kind of reward, you suppose, for honing your reflexes.Ā
Tragically, right now, there is nothing in your mouth: so much nothing you might as well choke on it.Ā
You deflect. āI was thinking weāve been here for a while,ā you lie.Ā
A few weeks ago, youād had to move into this particular safe house rather unexpectedly, and it has only the space for a kitchen, bathroom, and a single cramped bedroom. Even the coin-operated laundry is shared between the whole complex, battered and barely functional.Ā
The first night heād dragged you here, clutching his furiously bleeding arm with his large, gloved hand, heād still had the presence of mind to wrinkle his nose imperiously. āItās not much,ā heād explained, his tone dangerously close to apologetic, āI acquired it before you came along. Weāll find somethingāā Heād ground his teeth against the pain as you grabbed him by the other arm.Ā
āI donāt care if we share the same damnedĀ pillow,āĀ youād told him sharply, āas long as you show me where the bathroom is, so I can stitch up that fucking gash.āĀ
Famous last words.Ā
Because after youād cleaned his cuts and scrapes ā worse for the fact heād tried to shield you from the brunt of the attack ā heād settled on the ground beside the bed, head resting against the king-single mattress, facing the door, and youād become so incredibly aware of him.Ā
The way his breathing evened with sleep, meditative, before collapsing into thunderous snores. His body, so warm it radiated out, reaching through space and thin sheets to coax an answering spark inside you. His hair gleaming metallic in the soft darkness,Ā rightĀ by your hips, so close you could have reached out and carded your fingers through it. If he turned, if he looked at youā¦ but he would never.Ā
He would never.Ā
You were just a little leech, occasionally useful but not nearly enough to balance the books. The deadweight heād been so kind to shoulder, to clothe and educate and feed, so why couldnāt you justĀ be satisfied with this?Ā Why did you have to want more than his generosity, want his gaze to sear its brand into your skin, claiming every part of you, the parts that already belong to him, have always belonged to him, if only he was willing toāĀ
The hunger was nearly unbearable.Ā
Youād spent the entire night wanting, hardly daring to shift, to evenĀ breathe,Ā in case he woke up and realised how desperate you were. Blamed your sleeplessness on lingering adrenaline the morning after, for which heād laughed at you over his morning coffee. And you were forced to take his ribbing meekly, with none of your usual sass, face burning with shame, because it was better than him shunning you or, worse,Ā pityingĀ you.
āMmm,ā Sylus agrees thoughtfully, those crimson eyes drifting to the book in his hand ā Charles DickensāĀ A Tale of Two Cities,Ā youād managed to decipher, angling your head till the letters became recognisable ā then beyond that to the mug of rooibos tea still faintly steaming on the small bedside table. Beside it, a gun gleams, deadly metal shining in tungsten. āThirty seven daysā¦ Over a month now.āĀ Ā
A whole month of torture, in which you only found temporary reprieve when he left to shower.Ā
āWhoās counting?ā you snark, but your heart beats an anxious rhythm in Morse code:Ā sick of me already?Ā
Youād ask, if you werenāt so terribly afraid of the answer. If you werenāt so terribly aware of the ulterior motives that keep you taking advantage of his goodwill.Ā
āWe covered basic arithmetic years ago.ā He smirks. āDonāt tell me we need to revise.āĀ
Your mouth falls open in offense, but you force a quick recovery.Ā
āI donāt know who told you that you were funny, but they were lying to you,ā you sniff righteously, lying yourself. LyingĀ toĀ yourself. And worse, lying to him.Ā
āSoĀ tetchyĀ tonight,ā he remarks drily, ruffling your hair gently. You hiss at him. āIs my kitten starving for enrichment? If I recall, you still owe me an assignment on the rules of international warfare, as revised after the Evol geneās proliferation in civilian populations. I was cutting you slack, since we left most of your textbooks behind, but if you insistā¦āĀ
āHowāsĀ yourĀ book going?!ā you yelp, more exclamation than the question it rightfully should be.Ā
Sylus snorts, head tilting. Those eyes slide to the book in hand, which he is the majority of the way through. āThis?āĀ
Youāve thought about that, about the absurdity of a man who is constantly having to abandon homes with barely any forewarning insisting on buying physical copies of his books, but you have to admit that the experience of actually holding paper and ink is incomparable.Ā
āItās interesting,ā he admits. āThereās a remarkable amount of social relevance to it, considering itās set at the time of the French Revolution. And yet, Dickens doesnāt shy away from the brutality of revolt, and how easily comparatively innocent people can become collateral damage. Itāsā¦ surprisingly human, though thatās hardly exceptional in his works. Perhaps, because it focuses onā¦ā something flickers in his gaze, something you canāt quite decipher, as he chooses his next words, ā...particular individuals.āĀ
āYou like it,ā you interpret bluntly.Ā
He snorts again, flicking your cheek. āYes,ā he mimics, āI like it.āĀ
āTell me more about it,ā you demand.Ā
Sylus boops your nose with a corner of the cover. āRead it yourself,ā he counters.Ā
You want to roll your eyes, but theyāre hungrily fixed on his throat, the way it bobs with his soft laugh. You love his throat, and all it contains. The thyroid cartilage, his laryngeal prominence and hyoid bone, how they shape and border his voice, with its threat and assurance. Protect his laughter, even though that laughter is so often employed in baiting you.Ā
āFine,ā you agree, because that was never in question.Ā
For years, you have shadowed him, carefully pressing your growing soles into the hollow of his every footstep, in the hopes that maybe he will turn back and really, truly look at you.Ā
See that you have made yourself for him, in his image, to devour and desecrate as he pleasesā¦
āThatās my kitten,ā he grins, flashing his white teeth. āEver curious.āĀ
His pet name shivers down your spine and you have to suppress an arch. Your heartbeat is between your thighs, so slick heād barely need to bully you in order to sink inside your tight, wet heat. And itāsĀ so unfair,Ā how you want him to stay forever, how you want him to get up, to announce heās taking a shower andĀ leave.Ā
Despite the humble nature of your current dwelling, there are certain luxuries Sylus refuses to give up. Unless heās on a job, heās guaranteed to spend at least half an hour in the bathroom ā an alien concept to your younger self, whoād learned to be economical in all ways.Ā
Once, years ago, youād pressed your ear to the door, curious as to what he could possibly be doing that would take him so long, only to hearā¦ singing.
An off-key warble, full of gusto, that had filled you with so much glee and warmth that you resolved never to mention it, lest your taunts cause him to stop.Ā
His shower concerts quickly became one of your favourite pastimes, and youād attended them religiously, audience of one, positioned carefully so he wouldnāt notice your shadow through the crack of the door.Ā
These wonderful periods ā time with Sylus you knowĀ nobodyĀ else is privy to ā are what you now give up in order to shove your fingers into your greedy, despicable cunt.Ā
Because you are a filthy, feral kitten who always bites the hand that feeds it, no matter how well you are groomed.Ā
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic.
Each fic in this series will give the love interests a 'happy ending' for their 3rd myth, so if that bothers you, don't read this!
Summary: It all started with a simple dare and an accidental summoning then suddenly sheās thrown into the path of a man who calls her wife.
I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, the sharp sting only fueling the fire between my thighs. My fingers clenched into fists on the velvet cushion as I watched his retreating formā¦ the sway of his narrow hips, the way his bare shoulders flexed with each stepā¦ until he vanished behind a gilded door.
The room was too quiet. Too still.
A bead of sweat trailed down my spine beneath the expensive silk of my dress as I waited.
My legs shifted restlessly, thighs squeezing together in a futile attempt to soothe what he had started and left unfinished. Finally, I couldnāt take it anymore. "Sylus."
His name came out breathier than intendedā¦ a plea wrapped in defiance as one hand slid under thick layers of fabric toward where I needed it most when suddenlyā
CRACK.
A whip-like sound split through air seconds before an obsidian-black tendril lashed around both of my wrists and yanked them above my head against the settee's backrest.
The whip-like tendrils were followed quickly by several thicker, rougher ones that restrained my legs and coiled around my thighs, spreading them wide and leaving me completely immobilized and helpless as I watched my husband stride back into the room.
"Misbehaving, my love?" His voice was like dark velvet, wrapping around me and sending another shiver through me.
My heartbeat sped up at the sight of himā¦ my beautiful, handsome god clad in an expensive wine-red dress shirt and an all-white suit with matching shoes.
Everything from the fabric to the cut looked tailor-made for his tall form, and the way he looked at meā¦ those burning eyes trailing over every single inch of me while he adjusted his shirt cuffs then his tieā¦ je looked like the deadly hunter he was stalking towards his preyā¦
My breathing became erratic, chest heaving with every shaky exhale as I watched him approach, the silk of my dress shifting against my heated skin with every subtle movement.
He stopped between my bound legs and leaned forward, one hand bracing on the settee cushion next to my hip, the other reaching up to wrap a lock of my hair around his finger. "Such a greedy little thing," he murmured, fingers twirling the lock in a gesture almost like a caress.
I let out a soft, whimpering gasp as he tugged the lock of hairāgentle but deliberate. It wasnāt enoughā¦ my body arched towards him instinctively as my lips parted in a silent plea.
He smirked at the sound and finally released me from the bondage of his dark energy with one sharp flick of his wrist.
I stumbled to my feet the second I was free, my body colliding with his in a desperate rush as my hands fisted in that tailored jacket as if he might vanish again then my lips crashed against his with reckless need. I nipped at his lower lip, hooking one leg around his hip to drag him flush against me.
A sharp inhale escaped him, more surprise than protest, before he growled and grabbed the back of my thigh, spinning us and sitting on the settee so I was in his lap.
He broke the kiss to drag his lips down my neck and bit down on that sensitive spot where it met my shoulder, sucking hard on skin already marked by teeth.
My body seemed to have a mind of its own, my hips rocking against his trying to get the friction I so desperately needed.
He gripped my hip tightly, holding me in place. "Enough."
I whimpered at the command, still rocking my hips. "I just want youā¦ pleaseā¦"
He made another low sound, almost like a snarl and stood up, setting me on my feet in front of him. "Had me once and you already canāt get enough, can you?"
My mouth opened and shut several times as I tried to come up with an answer but nothing but a pathetic whine came out as I fought to think past the haze of want clouding my mind.
He was right. I had had a taste of himā¦ his bodyā¦ his bloodā¦ his cockā¦ and I wanted moreā¦ so much more. I wanted him inside my body again, I wanted to taste him on my tongue again, I wanted to feel him in my soul.
I needed him and I didnāt completely understand why the need was so bad but I was willing to follow my instincts to try and get what my body was telling me I needed. "Please," I managed to gasp out finally, my breaths quick and shaky. "I'll doā¦ anythingā¦" My fingers gripped the lapels of his jacket desperately. "Justā¦ pleaseā¦"
His dark eyes watched me for a moment, something calculating in his gaze like he was deliberating then his hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up at him. "Anything, my love?"
I nodded, my eyes wide and pleading as I squirmed against him desperately. I would do whatever and more just to make the burning ache go away, even if it meant beggingā¦ and from the look on his face, he was seriously considering it right now. "Please, anythingā¦ justā¦ don't make me wait-"
He put a finger against my lips to stop me from speaking further and tilted his head to the side. "You would do anything I asked, hm? If I said I want you on your kneesā¦" His free hand moved to wrap around my throat with just enough pressure to remind me who I was dealing with. "Would you do it, my love? Would you get on your knees and worship my cock until I came in that pretty mouth?"
My breath hitched, a shiver running down my spine as those words sent a jolt straight to my pussyā¦ hot and undeniable.
I dropped without hesitation, uncaring that his fingers were still tangled in my hair as my knees hit the cold marble floor with a soft thud, hands braced on his thighs as I looked up at him through dark lashes. My lips parted instinctively, tongue darting out to wet them in anticipation of what was coming. "Please," I whispered hoarselyāalready imagining the weight of him against my tongue.
The sharp click of his belt unbuckling made me whimper and his smirk deepened when he saw how eagerly I trembled for him. The belt slid free with a slow, deliberate snap of leather. His fingersāstill tangled in my hairātightened just enough to make me gasp as he guided me forward.
"Open," he commanded, voice rough as gravel.
I obeyed instantly, parting for him like a sinner at confession as he freed himself from his pants. The thick head of his cock brushed over my tongue firstāa teasing drag that had me leaning forward for a taste only for him to pull away just out of reach.
"Not yet." A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as I let out a frustrated little noise.
My hands clenched into fists on his thighs, nails digging into the expensive fabricā¦ anything to keep from reaching for his cock.
"Such pretty little sounds you make," he mused darkly while dragging the swollen head of his cock over my bottom lip. "Begging for it so sweetly already."
My breath hitched when a bead of precum smeared across my lips and I flicked my tongue out for a taste but he pulled back, denying me once again.
His control was infuriating and addictive all at the same time. He was a tease and loved every moment of my frustration but instead of being angry at his denialā¦ I wanted himā¦ I wanted him so badlyā¦
I could see the tension building in his body, muscles straining with coiled energy like a snake ready to strike as he fought to remain unmoved by my desperate pleading. But the way his expression darkened and a vein ticked in his jaw I could tell he was close to snapping. One more push and he'd cave. Then he'd finally give me what I neededā¦
I reached up for him, my fingertips tracing the sharp line of his jaw, and my voice was practically a sob when I said, "Please."
The moment that broken plea left my lips, something in him snapped. A guttural groan tore from his throat as half his length sank past my swollen lips, stretching them obscenely around his girth while one palm cupped the back of my skull to keep me still.
Tears welled in my eyes from the sudden stretch but I didnāt mind as the taste of him flooded every sense: salt and smoke and something darkerā¦ something uniquely Sylus.
His fingers twisted tighter in my hair, forcing me to take him deeper. "Swallow," he ordered grufflyāand I did, throat fluttering around his length as drool and precum spilled down my chin.
The sounds were obsceneāthe wet slide of his cock dragging over my tongue with each thrust, the squelch as fluids dripped onto my chest then the smooth glide back down my throat.
"Such a good little wife," he rasped darkly when I gagged prettily around another deep plunge, his thumb swiping roughly at my spit-smeared lips on the next withdrawal before pressing into my mouth to slide along my tongue.
A dark, pleased sound rumbled from his chest as I eagerly sucked on the digit, his eyes burning with something primal as he watched me worship even this small part of him. "So beautiful," he murmured, dragging the slick digit down my chin then pressing gently to force my mouth open. "Ready for more?"
I nodded then his hips snapped forward, his cock going deeper this time, forcing a ragged moan from my throat that made a low groan of approval rumble from his chest. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue now; heavy and pulsing as precum spilled hot across the back of it. The taste alone had me shuddering like some starved animal finally given food after days without and it made me ravenous for more.
His grip in my hair tightened to the point of pain as I swallowed greedily, throat working around him then pulled back to lick the head to gather his taste. "Yesssā¦" he snarled, hips jerking forward uncontrollably.
I lapped at the swollen tip, tongue swirling around his slit to collect every last drop.
He growled through clenched teeth when I took him deep again and swallowed, throat fluttering in little pulses that dragged another ragged groan from him. "Enough," he ground out, eyes wild as he abruptly pulled me back by the hair.
I let out a desperate whimper when his cock left my mouth, leaving me to kneel there on the floor, panting and desperate as I stared up the expanse of his body.
He yanked me to my feet and spun me around, pushing me towards the settee. I let out a sharp gasp as I stumbled forward, my knees buckling slightly before I caught myself on the edge. My body was still thrumming with need, every nerve ending alight from his rough treatment and the taste of him lingering on my tongue.
The dress rode up the back of my thighs as he pushed me down over the plush surface, his palm pressing between my shoulder blades. "Stay," he ordered gruffly, voice thick with hunger.
I felt rather than saw him move behind meāthe rustle of fabric being shoved aside before cool air kissed the bare skin of my ass and thighs then hot breath fanned across my exposed flesh right where I ached for him most.
I shivered as the first rough stroke of his tongue dragged through my soaked folds, a sharp cry tearing from my throat at the sudden sensation. My fingers clawed at the cushion beneath me while he ate me like a man starved with deep licks that had me arching back against him.
I let out a sharp cry when one finger pressed in alongside that wicked tongue. He answered by curling that digit just right and sucking hard on my clit. My body bowed as an orgasm ripped through my body, juices spilling over his chin and drenching both of my thighs.
A low sound rumbled in his chest as I felt him draw back, then the sounds of him licking his lips followed a few seconds later.
My breathing came out ragged and uneven as I tried to catch my breath then I felt him lean over, chest pressing against my back and the head of his cock notched against my entrance.
"Delicious," he murmured huskily in my ear while pressing forward into my pussy.
I gasped when he bottomed out completely, the sudden fullness stealing my breath. My pussy fluttered around him instinctivelyā¦ hot and tight as I tried to adjust to his size all over again even though it had only been an hour since I had last had him inside me.
A dark chuckle rumbled against my back when he felt it, his hands clamping down on my hips, fingers digging into my flesh. "So fucking perfect," he growled, dragging his cock halfway out before slamming back in.
My nails scraped at velvet as another cry tore from my throatā¦ this one sharper, needier than the last. Every brutal thrust punched a new sound from me, broken whimpers turning into shameless moans as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my belly.
He didnāt let up for a second; just fucked into me with single-minded intensity then one hand slid around without warning, long fingers finding that swollen nub of nerves.
"Come," he ordered gruffly right before biting down on that spot between my neck and shoulder and sucking the blood that welled and spilled over.
I came with a scream, back arching violently as my pussy clenched around him in rapid, pulsing waves of pleasure that left me trembling and breathless.
He groaned against my neck, deep and guttural as his hips snapped faster like a man possessedā¦ chasing his own release now. "Mine," he snarled roughly into my bloodied skin when I clamped down even tighter around him during another wave of pleasure. "Say it."
The word spilled out between shaky breaths, "Yours..."
A feral growl ripped from his chest right before hot come flooded my pussyā¦ thick pulses that started leaking out and down my thighs with each thrust in and each withdrawal out. "Good girl," he murmured hoarsely, licking a slow stripe up the column of my throat to clean up any spilled blood.
His fingers slipped from between my trembling thighs and I heard him shifting behind me as I slumped forward against the settee, my body spent and breathless as he pulled away. It was several moments before I managed to gather the energy to look back at himā¦ only to find him standing there completely composed, watching me with that intense, possessive gaze.
He'd already re-fastened his pants, hair still slightly out of place from where I'd grabbed it earlier, but his gaze immediately softened when he caught my stare. "Come to me, my love," he mumbled, holding out one elegant hand.
I carefully pushed to my feet then stumbled towards him, my legs still unsteady but my body humming with satisfaction.
He pulled me close, arms encircling my waist as he bent down to press a kiss to the top of my head. "Are you satisfied?" he murmured into my hair.
I shivered, burying my face against his chest and nodding.
He let out a chuckle, arms tightening around me as he held me close. "Good."
A moment of comfortable silence passed before he shifted his gaze to the state of my dressā¦ the expensive gown stained from my drool and his precum and wrinkled from our play. He hummed and ran his fingers down the side of my face. "Blood lust."
"Mm?" I glanced up at him, still catching my breath but more clear-headed than before.
He let out a low, rumbling laugh, "Thatās what was going onā¦ why youāre so needy for me." His gaze lingered on my neck and I reached up, gingerly touching the tender mark he'd left, and he watched the movement with an almost smug expression. "You partook of my blood and I of yoursā¦ you were experiencing blood lust. The need and lust for me overwhelmed you and you couldnāt function until I gave you what I only I can give you now."
His crimson eyes flashed with something dark as he cupped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You taste me," he murmured, voice dropping into something rough and possessive, "ā¦ and your body demands more than just blood from me."
His fingers trailed down to grip one of my thighs where it still glistened with proof of what weād done moments ago. "The instinct takes overā¦ makes you mindless to be filled by me." He punctuated this by pressing two fingers against my pussy without warningācollecting the wetness there on his fingertips before showing them off like a trophy. "You belong to me," he continued, eyes locked onto mine as he brought those same fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked them clean, "In every way."
The action had my breath hitching againā¦ watching through half-lidded eyes as he withdrew his fingers from between his lips with a soft pop.
He smirked, clearly knowing the effect he had on my body. "Nowā¦ how about we go find your brother?" he murmured, voice still low and gruff.
I leaned into him, trying to gather myself and shake off the last lingering effects of blood lust. My body hummed with satisfaction, already eager for more, but I knew we had other things to deal with. Such as finding Jake and explaining why I wouldnāt be returning to the dorms with him.
"Yeah," I managed to say. "Yeah, sounds good. Let me justā¦" I looked down at the ruined state of my dress. "I need to change first."
He let out a deep, guttural laugh, "No."
Before I could protestā¦ to ask if he had lost his mind, he scooped me up in his arms. I let out a surprised squeal, arms wrapping around his neck instinctively as he started walking towards a huge set of double doors gilded with roses and vines set in a wall across the room. "Sylus! You can't just-"
"Can't?" he purred, kicking the doors open with one polished shoe. "Darling, I can do whatever I wantāespecially when it involves parading my thoroughly fucked little wife around our home for all to see."
The room beyond was a sprawling bath chamber, steam curling from multiple small sunken pools of water around the room surrounding another large enough for at least a hundred people to swim in comfortably.
In the center of the largest pool on a raised platform made of the same white marble with red veining as the walls and floors was a mirror with an intricately carved frame that matched the carvings on the door. The surface of the mirror shimmered and moved as if alive and I couldnāt help but squirm in his arms and he strode into the water towards it.
"Shh," he muttered, one hand sliding up to brush a lock of hair from my face. "Be still for me. Itās a portal between realms."
I quieted down, my eyes locked on the swirling surface of the mirror as we started ascending steps built in the pool up onto the platform. "A portal?" My voice echoed around us, the sound strange and alien like it was muffled somehow. It was then that I noticed that our clothes werenāt wet at all even though we had been up to our shoulders in warm water seconds ago.
He came to a stop in front of the mirror, eyes scanning the surface with a critical gaze. "Every mirror is a window into another realm," he said absently. "Mirrors act as doorways, as gatewaysā¦ and if you know how to manipulate themā¦ you can go wherever you like. Even back in time or forward to where you need to be."
I tensed as we passed through, not knowing what to expect but thenā¦ a strange sensation washed over me. It was odd... like a prickling of ants along my skin everywhere at once.
The moment we stepped through, the sensation crystallizedālike a thousand needles pricking at once before dissolving into coldness. The air shifted around us, thick with the scent of snow and something electric.
My breath came out in visible puffs, the stark contrast between Sylusā scorching body and the frozen wasteland where I had unknowingly summoned the man currently holding me in his arms making me shiver.
He tightened his grip on me as those crimson eyes scanned the room with predatory focus.
I looked around and noticed that we were in the same dimly lit room filled with coffins that I had stumbled intoā¦ however long ago it was. I heard a shuffling sound and my gaze flicked to the far corner of the room only to see a pair of glowing green eyes in the darkness.
Sylus tensed, his gaze narrowing as he focused on the figure hidden in the shadows then he relaxed and lowered me to my feet. "Kieranā¦ I was wondering where you had run off to."
The figure stepped out of the shadows and as he came into the light, I realized that it was a boy that looked no older than seventeen or eighteen years old. He had inky black hair that fell to his waist and a jagged scar on his left cheek that ended abruptly underneath his eye. He was dressed in the same style of clothing as the man at my side and had an air about him that was as dangerous as it was ancient.
Something told me he was no child but was in fact as old as if not older than Sylus.
"Sylusā¦" His gaze moved to me and something like recognition flashed in his eyes as his gaze caught and held mine, "My Ladyā¦"
I felt uneasy under that glowing green gaze and involuntarily inched closer to the warm solidity of the man at my side.
Sylus wrapped an arm around my waist as he pulled me flush against him, "There is not reason to be afraid, my love. Kieran would never hurt you." Then to Kieran he said, "Whereās Luke?"
Kieran tilted his head to one side like a bird, dark hair falling to the side to reveal another old scar slicing through his eyebrow on the same side of his face. "Last I saw, he was keeping an eye on those who accompanied Our Lady here."
Sylus hummed.
I shifted in his grasp to look up at him. "Jake? Pleaseā¦ I want to speak to my brother."
He glanced down at me, expression almost amused at my plea. "Patienceā¦ my love," he murmured, fingers brushing against my face tenderly.
My eyes fluttered shut and I had to resist the overwhelming urge to melt against him.
A low sound rumbled through his chest, like he could sense the internal battle I was fighting with myself, and I quickly opened my eyes and took a sharp inhale insteadā¦ desperately pushing away the strange sense of need that was taking hold of me again.
Sylus noticed the shift in me instantlyā¦ the way my breath hitched, how my body tensed as if fighting some invisible pull toward him. His smirk widened, darkly pleased by the struggle he saw flickering behind my eyes. "Such a good girl," he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear it. "Fighting so hard not to beg for me again." His fingers trailed down my cheek to grip my chin, the heat of his palm seeping into my cold skin.
Kieran watched silently with those unnerving green eyes and something about that stare made heat crawl up the back of neck even as goosebumps rose on my arms.
Sylus leaned in until his lips nearly brushed my ear, "We shall take care of your needs once your talk with your brother is over." A pause filled only with the sounds of the old mansion creaking around us and the blizzard surging outside then he added silkily, "Or do you need relief now?" in a louder tone.
My face flamed scarlet, the heat pooling in my pussy as his words sank into my consciousness making me fidget, "Y-no. I can wait until later."
His eyes gleamedā¦ like he was pleased that I was trying to control my urges. His thumb brushed across the bottom lip, his gaze dark and possessive as he teased, "So obedient... but you know I can make you forget everything else in an instant with just one touch."
I nodded and swallowed hard as I waited to see what he would do next.
His fingers traced over my neck, stopping above the bite mark left by him earlier. "A few more minutes, my love," he purred in a low tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
I nodded again, biting my lip to keep any whimper or begging moan from escaping.
Sylus chuckled then raised his head. "Would you be kind and go retrieve Luke and our guests please."
Kieran inclined his headā¦ those eerie green eyes never leaving mine as he stepped back into the shadows and then I felt his overwhelming presence disappear.
Sylus watched with an amused smirk before turning his full attention back to me, one hand sliding up to tangle in my hair and tilt my face toward his. "Such a pretty little liar," he murmured, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of my mouth.
A shudder ran through me at his words and my hand twitched at my side, wanting to fist in the fabric of his shirt and pull him closer. "I'm not lying," I protested weakly, fighting to ignore the heat that was growing between my thighs, "I can wait."
He chuckled, the sound dark and sinful, and his free arm was suddenly around my waist, tugging me flush against his body, "You can, can you?" He ran his nose along the column of my throat until his lips were beside my ear. "It will be weeks before your need for me calms, wife. No sense in denying it."
His lips brushed against my skin and a quiet whimper escaped me before I could stop it. His chuckle vibrated through me as he continued, "My blood inside youā¦ it's a powerful thing. You will experience cravings like this more often as your body adjusts to it."
Pressure coiled low in my stomach and I shifted, trying in vain to ease the need that was pooling there. All I needed was for him to lift my skirt and put his hand where I needed it most.
His grip on my hip tightened. "Ah ah, wife, your brother and friends are approaching."
My heart thumped wildly in my chest and it took all of my willpower to keep myself rooted to the spot and not throw myself at the man that was slowly driving me insane. I was about to say something about being able to control myself but my brotherās voice broke through the stillness of the room.
"Who are you?! Where is my sister?! Stop right there and answer me!"
I froze, my entire body tensing as Jake's voice cut through the thick air followed by Ryan growling, "Get your hand off me or I will rip it off and beat you with it!"
Sylus hummed in amusement. "Your friends are entertaining," he mumbled just as the door opened revealing Jakeā¦ wild-eyed and furious with what looked like a large wooden stick clutched in white-knuckled hands. Behind him was Ryan and the rest of our group, all looking equal parts pissed off and terrified, followed by Kieran who looked bored even though there was blood smeared across his cheek from a busted lip.
"Ah," Sylus purred. "So glad you could join us."
Jake's grip on the stick tightened as soon as he saw Sylus. His eyes trailed over Sylus from head to toe and I saw the moment he realized he wasnāt dealing with a human being. "Where is my sister?" he demanded, voice cracking with barely contained rage and fear.
Sylus merely smirked as he shifted so I was fully in view.
Ryan took one look at me, the stains on my dress and the marks on my neck and lunged forward with a snarl, only for Kieran to step smoothly into his path. "Careful," he murmured sweetly while reaching up and wiping the blood from his lip with his fingers before bringing the digits to his lips and licking them clean. "I donāt want to upset My Lady by killing her friends."
The words settled over us all like smokeāthe promise sharp and calculating.
Jake's breath hitched, his grip on the stick faltering for just a second as he processed Kieranās words. His eyes darted to meā¦ wild, searchingā¦ taking in the love bites, the expensive fabric of my dress clinging to my damp skin and how I was clinging to the sleeve of Sylusā jacket. "Laiken..." My name was half plea half accusation as it tore from his throat. "Whatās going on?"
Before I could say a word a carbon copy of Kieran seemed toā¦ poofā¦ into existence next to Sylus. He looked around the room with a raised brow before turning to Sylus. "Why must things always be soooā¦" he rolled his hand in the air as if searching for the correct word then mumbled, "ā¦ chaotic with you?"
"Chaos is my love language," Sylus purred, tilting his chin up in that infuriatingly regal way of his.
Luke sighed dramatically and flicked a speck of dust from the sleeve of his perfectly tailored coat before leveling Jake and Ryan with an unimpressed stare. "Honestly? I was having such a lovely evening playing hide and seek with these lovelyā¦ creatures." He glanced at Kieran, who was still casually blocking Ryan's path like some kind of lethal shadow puppet and snorted. "And correct me if Iām wrong, brotherā¦ but I believe you want to keep that one."
Kieran smirked but said nothingā¦ just watched Ryan through half-lidded eyes while idly twisting something between his long fingers. Ryan stared at Kieran with wide eyes, mouth hanging open and body tense like a rabbit caught in predatorās gaze while Jake looked completely baffled.
Jakeās gaze flicked to me... a million questions floating behind his golden eyes. "Whatās going on?" he repeated. "And what's with these guys calling you 'My Lady'?"
"It's a form of respect," Sylus murmured, his hand sliding from my hip to toy with one of the sharp spikes on my skirt. "We're not animals after all."
Jake bristled, "What are you then? You're sure as hell not human."
"Very astute," Sylus hummed, head tilting to the side as he watched Jake intently. "We're something... more, shall we say?"
Ryan scoffed at the vague answer and took a step forward. "What the hell does that mean?"
Emily paled and reached out to put her hand on Ryanās back, much to the displeasure of Kieran who growled at her like a rabid dog until she removed her hand.
Ryanās brows shot up and he inched away from Kieran but the taller man simply followed him until he had Ryan backed up against the wall beside the door. Humming appreciatively, Kieran pressed Ryan against the wall with one long-fingered hand splayed over his chest then he lowered his head, saying something in a low voice that had Ryan shaking his head and trying to squirm away.
Sylus chuckled at the display and moved away from my side to circle my brother. "It means that we have abilities that humans don't, powers beyond your wildest imaginations. Andā¦" He paused until he was standing in front of Jake. "Laiken belongs to me. She is my wife and she will be staying with me. And thereās nothing you can do to stop me."
Jakeās mouth dropped open and he stared as if struggling to comprehend.
Kyle, however, finally found his voice, "No friggin' way. She's coming home with us. You can't just keep her against her will."
Sylus let out a low, dark chuckleāthe sound curling through the room like smoke. His crimson eyes flickered with something dangerous as he turned his full attention toward Kyle who gritted his teeth and met Sylusā gaze head on even though it was clear he wanted to drop his eyes to the floor. "Against her will?" Sylus repeated, voice dripping with mocking amusement. He didnāt even glance at meāhe knew what Iād say to that accusation.
I wasnāt here against my willā¦ I wanted to stay with my husband, my love, my fiendā¦ and I would fight tooth and nail to do so.
Jake took a step forward then stopped cold when Kieran's fingers twitched against the hilt of an ornate dagger strapped to his thigh without taking his gaze off Ryan.
Sylus tilted his head slightly while watching Jake. "Am I keeping you here against your will, my darling wife?"
The question was loaded, a blade held delicately to my throat.
My breath caught in my chest as I felt every pair of eyes on meā¦ my brotherās wide with disbelief, Ryanās burning with protective fury, Emily's watery like she might cry at any second, Kyleās narrowed as he watched Kieran and his twin suspiciously and the others just as confused as the rest.
Then I looked at Sylusā¦ at the way his fingers flexed against his sides as he waited for my answer, the way his crimson eyes seemed to glow brighter in the moonlight streaming in through the windowsā¦ and his fangsā¦ the ones I wanted buried in my flesh for the rest of my days.
And I remembered my promiseā¦ that I wouldnāt leave him and I wouldnāt.
I belonged to him as much as he belonged to me.
"No."
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This is technically a rewrite of a fic I started writing over a year ago. I initially deleted it on AO3 when things happened in my life that led me needing to rewrite a major part of the backstory. With that now fully fleshed out--here we are. This fic is very dear to me as it took so long to work out a lot of the kinks to make it work cohesively. That being said, this is the prologue. Nothing special happens other than the description of the ascension and her decision making. But it is major part of the story and I felt it important to include.
TW:
dubcon, unplanned pregnancy, depictions of gore and violence, named durge, post game events, major character death, smut, angst, compulsion, blood, depictions of trauma, child abandonment, betrayal, trust issues, anger issues, flashbacks of game events, slight canon divergence, unhinged ascended astarion, yandere tendencies, rivalry and friendship, blood play, knife play, submission, choking, more to be added, MDNI
Vibe:
Let The World Burn by Chris Grey
Drag Path by Twenty-One Pilots
Inbred by Ethel Cain
Strangers by Ethel Cain
Summary:
There's something wrong with Astarion. It's in the late night visits to the library and how he seemingly cannot sleep. It's in the way he leaves for days, sometimes weeks at a time with not a word. But Tala has always been perceptive. She will find out what he is hiding from her and find a way to reverse the ascension. Even if it means making a deal with the devil himself. Even if it means returning to the Temple of Bhaal.
Word Count: 858
Ongoing || Oneshot
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dungeons are naturally dim. That is a fact that will never change. What makes this different from all the rest she has seenāaside from the fact that it is massiveāis there is an inscription engraved in the middle. Runes wirtten in Infernal and spiraling into a giant circle. Cages hang from the extremely high ceiling and either side is lined with his six brothers and sisters. Backs glowing a brilliant red with the ritual already underway.
Or least it would have been had it not been her and her party interrupting it.
Battle and bloodshed she is used to. She can handle the endless waves of werewolves and bat and undead that his master had called to fight his battle for him. She could even handle the vampire lord himself. What she wasn't prepared for was the fact that she was now faced with an impossible decision to make.
"Please," he's pleading with her, "I can do this, but I need your help."
While she knows what he's asking of herāTala is frozen in place.Ā
The eyes of their friends are on her. All of them pleading against his wishes. Or rather pleading him not to make what could possibly be the biggest mistake of his life. She had saved so many of them from their pasts. Helped aid them in their journey of healing as much as they had helped her. All it would take was a simple persuasion on her part and he would put the staff down. There has always been another way of doing things. But all she can see is the face of the man she loves on the precipice of having everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hand.
"Tell me what you need."
He looks relieved immediately. His expression turning thoughtful instead of desperate. Brows furrowing as he thinks for a moment.
"I need your eyes. In a manner of speaking. Use the parasiteālink your mind to mine. Through your eyes, I can see the scars on my back and copy them on to his."
"Please, Astarion, don't do this," it's Shadowheart who speaksāvoice wavering slighty with something close to fear, "We will find another way."
"That is not your decision to make." His voice, once soft and bordering on frantic, is now clipped and controlled. "Tala?"
This is what he wants above all else. To have no reason to fear and want for nothing ever again. She understands more than anyone else what that's like. And all she wants is for him to be well and truly happy. She wants for him to never have fear or want for anything. So the question becomes: is his happiness worth the cost?
For all her valor and effort, she makes her decision and looks into his eyes made of rubies. His eyes glow as a wicked smirk breaks across his handsome face.
"Yes," he says, voice like gravel, "I see it."
"No, what are you doing!" His former master's voice is shrill as he pleads.
Astarion hunches over, dagger in hand. His face contorting with an unfathomable anger as his voice drops into something Ā dangerous. "Unmaking what you made me."
The dungeon fills with the sound of Cazador's screams, his blood coating both the dagger in Astarion's hand as well as the floor. Splatters over his face and chest like paint on canvas and a sheen of sweat covers him from the pain. By all respects, it is the most horrifying thing Tala has ever seen. With Astarion carving the same Inferal markings that mare his porcelain skin into his now former master's in return. His skin turns from the sickly pale it once was to a sickly gray. Bruises form over his back as he turns to look upon his former spawn once more. Tala almost feel bad for himāalmost.
"Ungrateful child! Wretched child!" He seethes, forcing himself to his knees to bare his teeth.
Tala watches in fixed neutrality as Astarion walks to gather the staff with a smirk. His crimson eyes fixed on his former master.He says nothing at first. Taking his time to admire his handiwork and the bloody mess he's made of the once vampire lord.
His voice drops again. Gravel mixing with venom as he waves the staff. "Time to take your place."
Cazador whisks as if thrown through the air before he stops in the very place Astarion would have been. The staff strikes the ground, the runes engraved in the stone floor igniting with a glorious, hellish red. Too bright to look at directly. It surrounds him just as it illuminates his siblings as they hover in place and Tala has to squint her eyes.
"What have you done?" Jaheira murmurs behind her, "What have you done?"
It isn't until that blinding hellish light fades and she sees the too pleased grin splitting his face that Tala realizes that she may have just doomed the man she loves to be nothing more but a carbon copy of the man he hated with every fiber of his being.
Warnings:
This is an explicit fic.
Each fic in this series will give the love interests a 'happy ending' for their 3rd myth, so if that bothers you, don't read this!
Summary: It all started with a simple dare and an accidental summoning then suddenly sheās thrown into the path of a man who calls her wife.
The sound of his name falling from my lips as I came for himā¦ it seemed like it was too much, too intense, and he snapped. He rolled us over so fast it took my breath, the sudden movement jarring and making me gasp then his mouth crashed against mine and his hand went around my throat.
I could feel his body shaking as he kissed me, his tongue delving deep, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps like he was drowning and I was the only thing anchoring him.
After a moment his lips left my mine and he buried his face in my neck, his arm snaking around my waist like he was trying to hold me so I wouldn't go anywhere. He didn't speak, just held me, his body on top of mine, his breath ragged and heavy.
I wrapped an arm around him, running the other hand gently through his hair. The minutes ticked by as we lay there, neither one of us speaking, both of us just breathing and holding each other.
Finally, he lifted his head and looked down into my eyesā¦ "Youā¦ you remember me?" he asked in a low voice.
I was still trying to catch my breath, my body still shaking, my mind still a little hazy, but his question pulled me back into the moment... and I studied him. Remember him? How could I forget him? He was my loveā¦ my worldā¦ my husbandā¦ and I loved him more than anything in this world.
"Yesā¦" I whispered, my throat dry. "I remember you."
He exhaled slowly, the relief on his face so obvious it was like a physical blow. "You remember everything?" he asked, his voice shaking, his expression almost desperate.
My heart ached at the look in his eyes and I nodded, my fingers threading through his hair. "Everything," I whispered. "Everything I had with you in every lifetime, I remember everything."
His eyes flicked with something like wonder and disbelief for a moment, as if he couldn't believe I was here, under him, looking at him andā¦ remembering him. For a long moment he simply stayed where he was, staring at me then he took a deep, shuddering breath and his hand left my neck to trace the side of my face.
"My darling wifeā¦" His voice was low and husky, the words falling softly from his lips.
I could see the hope in his eyes, and my heart ached. He had waited for me to return to him for so longā¦ how many years had it been? How long had he been aloneā¦ locked upā¦ waiting for me to summon him again?
I brought my hand up, cupping his face in my palm. "I'm hereā¦" I whispered, my voice firm, certain, like I was speaking a promiseā¦ because I was. "My husbandā¦"
He closed his eyes, leaning into my touch, his face turning to press his lips into my palm. "You don't know how long I've waitedā¦ how many yearsā¦ how many lifetimes it's been since you've called me that," he murmured, his voice rough. "I've been lonelyā¦ so damned lonelyā¦ and I've missed you so much."
I felt a wave of sadness wash over me and tears prickled the corners of my eyes.
I could feel his loneliness like a physical ache and I wanted desperately to soothe it, I wanted to take his pain away. "I'm here," I repeated, my voice firmer this time. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I'm yoursā¦ your wife."
He studied my face for a moment, as if searching for some sign of doubt or a lie then he leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine. "I need you againā¦ can Iā¦?"
My heart felt like it would burst.
"Please," I whispered, my fingers tightening in his hair. "I'm yoursā¦ take meā¦"
He groaned, a low sound in the back of his throat then he suddenly sat up, pulling me with him, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his lap then his mouth was on my neck.
I gasped as his teeth sank in, his hands sliding up and down my back, caressing and squeezing, touching wherever he wanted, as he drank from me. He drank deeply, his mouth working over my skin, his hands gripping my hips and keeping me close. It felt like he couldn't get enoughā¦ and I welcomed it. He could have everythingā¦ all of me. I was hisā¦ completely.
After a moment, he pulled back. His eyes were dark, his expression wild and possessive, and I could see my blood staining his lips and something about it made my heart start to race and had heat pooling in my pussy.
I leaned forward, my tongue coming out to lick the corner of his mouth and he let out a low growl, the desire in the sound almost feral as he lunged forward, capturing my lips with his. The kiss was almost violent, his mouth hot and intense as he tangled his tongue with mine. I could taste my blood in his mouth and it made my head spin.
After a moment he broke the kiss, his hands going to my waist and lifting me up as if I weighed nothing. He shifted me so my legs were wrapped around his waist then he lowered me onto the thick length of his cock. "Ride meā¦" he growled, one hand going to the back of my neck, his grip gentle but possessive and I felt his cock flex inside my pussy.
I bit back a gasp, my body already shaking with need, and I forced myself to focus enough to lift my hipsā¦ as soon as I dropped back down on his cock I threw my head back and brought my hands up to his shoulders, digging my nails into the pale skin there.
He groaned, the pain of my nails on his skin mixing with his own need, and he grabbed my hips hard, his fingers digging into my skin as he began to guide me so I was moving faster on his cock. His mouth latched onto my neckā¦ taking what he wanted, and I couldnāt help but wonder what he tasted likeā¦ what his blood tasted like.
He lifted his face just in time to catch my gaze, his eyes almost black and his expression intenseā¦ almost feral as he leaned closer. "Do you want a tasteā¦?"
I hesitated for a moment, surprised by the question, but my curiosity was stronger than my surprise and I found myself nodding. "Yes," I replied, my voice almost a whisperā¦ I wanted to know how he tasted but howā¦ I didnāt have fangs. "But howā¦?"
His eyes flashed, the corner of his mouth hitching up in a smirk at my words, like he was pleased that Iā¦ wanted to taste him too and was asking how I could. "Lean forwardā¦ trust me."
I did as he asked, leaning forward until our faces were just millimeters away. My heart was racing, my eyes tracing over the curve of his fangs, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do. Then, without warning, he tilted his neck to the side, baring his throat and reached up, using one nail to break the surface of his skin so a small trail of blood seeped out and made its way down his chest.
"Drink," he murmured, the word a low, sensual command as he reached up and cupped the back of my neck. "Taste meā¦"
My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short gasps as my body shook, the sight and the smell of his blood almost overwhelming but I wanted, needed... I brought my mouth to his neck, hesitating only for a moment before I ran my tongue over the wound.
He let out a low, rough groan that almost sounded like a growl, and I felt his hands squeeze my hips just a little bit harder as he started moving inside me again.
His blood wasā¦ exquisite, more complex than I expected. At first, it danced across my tongue, leaving behind a sweet, almost salty taste with notes of spice and the slightest hint of something like cinnamon. But then an unfamiliar, almost metallic like taste mixed with it, and it took me a moment to realize the metallic, almost bitter taste was his powerā¦ his magic.
"Mmmā¦," I hummed, my tongue tracing along his throat then moving to the small wound where his blood was still slowly flowing and sucking.
"Moreā¦," he murmured, his voice hoarse, as he continued to guide my hips with his free hand. "I need it. I need you to take moreā¦ more of me. Every part of me."
I obliged, using my tongue to lap up the trail of blood sliding down his chest then going back to the wound, only to whimper when it didnāt give me more of what I wanted.
After a moment, he pulled my head back, his grip tight in my hair, and the sight of his eyesā¦ they were practically black with lustā¦ and it wasā¦ intoxicating. He looked like a man on the edge, lost in the moment, in me, lost in the feeling of my lips on his skin, his blood staining my tongue, and it only fueled me more.
I leaned forward, pressing my lips against his neck again, my tongue tracing over his pulse point, the sound of his quickening heartbeat sending a thrill through me. I could feel his blood pulsing under my tongue, the heat and the smell of it, and I couldn't help what I did next.
I wanted moreā¦ I needed more.
He let out a low hiss as I bit down on the sensitive skin of his neck hard enough that his luscious blood filled my mouth. His hands tightened on my hips, a ragged groan leaving his mouth when my pussy clenched around his cock. "Yes, that's it... take more... take all you want. It's yours. I'm yours."
I could hear the note of almost desperation in his voice... the way his breathing turned ragged and rough... he was losing control. I couldn't thinkā¦ everything was a blur... the feeling of his skin, the taste of his blood, the sound of his breathing, the way his hips moved against mine... all of it was overwhelming... and I could fast feel myself approaching my climax.
I pulled back, my breathing ragged, my head swimming, and I was sure my lips were stained red. "S-Sylusā¦" I whispered, my voice hoarse, "I can'tā¦ I can't take anymoreā¦ I needā¦" The look on his face changed in an instantā¦ his features hardening as he rolled us over, pinning me to the bed then his mouth was on mine, his kiss rough and intense, almost savage as he pounded his cock into my body so fast I couldnāt do anything more than hold onto his shoulders.
He was like a man possessed, like a wild animal unleashed that had held off for too long and I loved every single moment of it.
He broke the kiss just enough to speak, his breaths coming in short gasps against my lips, his words rough and filled with desireā¦ and just a hint of something almost like desperation as he spoke. "Come for me, wife," he murmured, his voice low and rough in my ear.
I did.
The world faded into white and I felt him.
I wasnāt human. I was a being, a fiend, that had been asleep for over 250 years waiting for his beloved to wake him... a man who loved his darling wife so deeply and completely that his soul had found hers again and again over dozens of lifetimes.
As I came back to myself, I could feel his arms around me, could feel his chest rising and falling against mine, and his heart beats loud and clear ringing in my ears. I could feel his mouth just above my ear, a gentle kiss, barely there, like he was afraid to break the momentā¦
We lay in silence for a moment, my body still trembling from the aftershock of release, but my limbs were heavy and I felt boneless, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him close. I feltā¦ safeā¦ and lovedā¦ even if I was exhausted.
He had his head buried in my neck, his nose gently nuzzling against my skin, and his breaths were still ragged. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," I murmured, my voice soft as I ran my fingers through his hair, "You didn't hurt me."
His arms tightened and he let out a harsh breath against my skin. "Good," he growled, the word more a rough whisper than an actual word.
There was a long moment of silence then he suddenly rolled over onto his back, pulling me with him so I rested on top of him. I couldn't help the soft gasp that left my lips as he repositioned us once again.
After a moment, I propped myself up on one elbow, looking down at him while my free hand traced the sharp curve of his jaw. He was still trying to catch his breath, his chest still heaving, but his eyes opened and his gaze found mineā¦ and once again I was enraptured by his unnatural beauty.
His gaze was intenseā¦ almost feral... as if he was trying to burn my image into his mind. There was something like awe and disbelief in his eyesā¦ and something that looked almost like fearā¦ like he was scared to believe I was there. His hand came up, his fingers tracing my features. "My wifeā¦"
I smiled, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. "My husbandā¦" I said softly.
He closed his eyes, his hand moving to hold mine against his cheek as he leaned into my touch, a low, rough sound rumbling in his chest at the words.
We were quiet for a bit, his eyes still closed as he seemed content to keep my hand against his cheek before he finally opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Will you stay with me? Here?"
My heart fluttered at his words and I nodded, my fingers tracing gently over his cheek again. "I'm not going anywhere," I said softly, unable to keep the soft smile off my face. "I just got you back, you think I'll leave you now?"
The corners of his mouth curled up in a small smile, the gesture sending a jolt through me, and he brought my hand down to his lips, kissing my fingertips gently. "Goodā¦ because I'll hunt you down if you try to run from me."
His threat was said in such a light wayā¦ almost teasingā¦ but I knew him well enough to know he meant it. It was such a possessive thing to sayā¦ and I liked it. I liked it more than I probably should have. I was sure a normal person wouldn't have such a reaction to a threat like thatā¦ but I found myself savoring it.
There was something about him that was justā¦ captivating. He was intenseā¦ a dangerous creature who would do whatever it took to keep what was theirsā¦ and I was hisā¦ in every way. He'd chase me to the ends of the earth if I tried to leave himā¦ and part of me, a dark part inside me, wanted to test himā¦ see if he really would come after me if I tried to leave. But the other part of me knew betterā¦ I wouldnāt leave him.
"Don't worry," I replied with a smirk. "You're stuck with me now."
His eyes glimmered with something like satisfaction at my words and his hand moved, his fingers wrapping around my wrist as he brought my hand to his chest.
I could feel the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat under my touchā¦ he was real. He was here with me. He was mineā¦
As we lay there, something occurred to me that had me sitting up with a gasp. "Jakeā¦"
My brotherā¦ where was my brother? Where was Ryan? Kyle? Emily? The others?
We had been exploring the creepy mansion on the outskirts of the clearing we partied in and in all the uncertainty and excitement of being with Sylus I had forgotten. Were they still here? Were they looking for me? Had something happened to them?
"Whereās Jake?" I asked louder, turning my head to look at Sylus.
He looked up at me, his expression instantly shifting to concern and his hand going to my waist. "What? What's wrong?"
I forced myself to take a deep breath to keep from panicking. "My brother... my friendsā¦ I was with them... we were exploring this creepy mansion that was in the field we get together in and thenā¦ I was here. Where is my brother?"
His eyes flickered with understanding and he sat up, pulling me into his arms. "Ssh... relax. I'll explain everything, darling. Just breathe."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and leaned against him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Explain," I said, my voice quiet, almost a low whisper. "Please."
He held me closer, his arms wrapping around me almost protectively, and I felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of my head. "Everything's all right," he murmured huskily. "They are safe."
I let out a breath and relaxed into him.
His hands began to trail up and down my back, the touch soothing, and I closed my eyes and just focused on the feel of his body against mine, taking a few more deep breaths to try and calm my racing heart. After a moment, he took a deep breath and began to speak, his voice low and deep, "The mansion youāre speaking of is mineā¦ ours. When you summoned me, I could feel them, but I didnāt harm them. They are still there, searching for you."
I felt relief wash over me. "Thank god," I murmured, my head resting against his shoulder again. "They must be franticā¦ I need to go to them."
He growled in protest, his arms tightening around me. "No, you're not going anywhere."
I lifted my head, pulling back enough to look up at him. "Sylusā¦ I have to. They're my familyā¦ they're probably worried sick."
He looked down at me, his eyes intense and possessive, and his arms tightened slightly. "You said you wouldnāt leave-" he started but I reached up and put my fingers over his lips.
"I know," I said, cutting him off, and I could see the slight flash of surprise in his eyes at being interrupted. "And I won't. I'm not leaving you. But I have to let them know I'm okay."
He was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching mine, his chest rumbling with a growl. "You promise you'll come back?"
"Come with me," I said softly.
That made him pause. "You want me toā¦ come with you?"
"Yes," I said, my fingers tracing his jaw. "Come meet my brother. He wonāt be happy until he knows why I refuse to go home with him."
He was silent for a moment then he nodded. "I'll come."
"Thank you," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
"But if he tries anythingā¦" A dark smirk curled at his lips as he trailed off pointedly.
I huffed and pinched him lightly in retaliation just above where my teeth had been on his throat earlier. A sharp hiss escaped his lips as my nails dug into his flesh, and I saw something feral flash in those crimson eyes.
Then he moved. One hand tangled violently in my hair, wrenching my head back until I was forced to meet his gaze. The other clamped around my throatānot to hurt but with just enough pressure to make every breath feel like an indulgence he could revoke on a whim.
"Try that again," he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement as his thumb stroked over the frantic pulse at the base of my neck, "ā¦ and we won't be leaving this room for hours." A slow smirk curled across his bloodstained lips when I shivered then he was releasing me with one last lick across my lips. "Now go get dressed."
I scrambled out of the bed before he could pull me underneath him again and stumbled slightly before I righted myself and looked around. Besides my bra, panties and shirt everything else was nowhere to be seen. I knew it was probably a waste of time, but I looked underneath the bed and on every available surface in the lavishly decorated room we were in, then I turned back to Sylus and raised an eyebrow.
"Umā¦ Sylus? Where are we? Where are my clothes?"
He was leaning back against the headboard, watching me with hooded eyes, looking every bit a dark god reclining in bed after a long night of depravity. "We're in our home in our realm," he rumbled. "And your clothesā¦" His eyes raked over my body, lingering on the hickeys and bite marks that were now littered across my skin. "You don't need those ragsā¦" He nodded toward the door to my left, "You have appropriate garments in there."
I sucked in a sharp breath. "Waitā¦ our home? Our realm?" My gaze darted around the opulent room, taking in the marble floors, plaster walls, expensive furniture and carpets, gilded frames and shadowy corners in awe. This is where I was going to spend the rest of my days with the man I belonged to?
He smirked, his fingers drumming idly against his bare thigh before he pushed himself to his feet. "Did you think I'd drag you to some grimy hideout for our reunion?" A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he nodded toward a door, "Go. Choose something fitting for your place at my side."
I let out a soft, shaky exhale as I stared at the ornate door to what was apparently my wardrobe. The reality of it all crashed over me: this was my life now. As his wife.
My bare feet padded across cold marble floors as I approached, fingers hovering over the gilded handle before pushing it open. Inside hung rows upon rows of dark silks and velvets in shades of crimson, snow and onyxāgowns fit for a queen.
My throat tightened with awe when one dress caught my eye: a ruby red masterpiece that matched his eyes with sleeves that draped like liquid shadows, embroidered along the hem with tiny silver thorns winding around the skirt all the way up to its low neckline where they bloomed into sharp points resembling fangs pointed towards my throat. It was the perfect representation of the man currently standing behind me.
"You recognize it?" His voice was rough velvet, one hand coming up to trace a single sharp silver thorn on the fabric. The other hand slid possessively around my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his as he leaned down to murmur, "I commissioned this for our first wedding night six hundred and seventy-three years ago."
I let out a soft, shaky breath as I stared at the dressā¦ my wedding gown. My fingers hovered over the fabric, trembling slightly as memories flickered behind my eyes like an old film reel: candlelit vows whispered in a language that still made my tongue ache to remember, his hands tangled in this same silk as he carried me away from the ancient hall where we had drunk our fill.
His grip tightened on my waist. "You remember." It wasn't a question, but dark satisfaction laced through each word like smoke.
A tear slipped free before I could stop itāhot and traitorousāas all those lifetimes worth of love and possession crashed into me at once. The smell of fresh blood pulled me back and I glanced down at where the silver thorns bit gently into his palm where he held them too tightly. "I want to wear it," I rasped out after swallowing hard.
He made a low sound of approval in the back of his throat, "And you shall." His hand slowly released the dress then he reached up, fingers gently wiping away the tear on my cheek. He pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder, "And I will be the one to take it off you when we return."
I shivered at the promise in his voice, and I heard a low rumble of approval. "Now," he purred, "Let's get you dressed." He stepped back with a slow, predatory graceālike a king indulging his queen's whim. His crimson eyes burned as he watched me reach for the gown, his fingers flexing at his sides.
"Careful," he warned in that velvet-dark voice of his as I lifted the silk from its display rack, "Those fangs are not just for show." A smirk curled on those sharp lips when one particularly vicious silver barb snagged my fingertip and drew a bead of red.
His reaction was instantaneousāa low growl tore from deep in his chest as he closed the distance between us again and seized my wrist to inspect the tiny wound himself. He brought my bloodied finger to his mouthā¦ sucking it clean with deliberate slowness while maintaining searing eye contact. "You taste different here," he mused, dragging his tongue up my palm.
I let out a whimper, the sensation sending a jolt straight to my pussy. My free hand came up to grip his shoulder, nails digging in just enough to leave half-moon marks on his pale skin.
He noticed my sudden need and smirked before nipping sharply at the meaty part of my palm with his fangs. My breath hitched as I felt slickness trickling down my thighs... smearing across his lower stomach and groin where we were pressed together.
He let out a rough, approving growl as he felt the dampness seeping into his skin. "Oh? Ready for more already?" His voice dropped to something filthy and dark as his hand slid down between us, fingers dragging through the evidence of my arousal with deliberate slowness. He brought them to my lipsā¦ smearing our combined fluids across them like some kind of perverse claim. "Taste," he commanded, eyes burning with possessive fire.
When I hesitatedātoo overwhelmed by all the new sensationsāhe pinched that sweet spot on my inner thigh near my pussy hard enough to make me cry out and arch against him in reflex. Swallowing, I licked obediently at his fingertips while he watched in fascination.
"There's a good girl," he purred, his fingers tracing along my jaw then tilting my head back. His mouth hovered over mine; those dark eyes still locked on my mouth then a wicked smirk curled across his lips at my needy whine. "Now, be a good little wife and put on the gown before I forget my good manners and put my mouth on you again."
I whimpered as he pulled away, the loss of his heat and scent making me shiver. My fingers fumbled with the silk as I pulled it over my headātoo distracted by the ache between my legs.
He was watching me closely, eyes tracing every move, every twitchā¦ like a predator sizing up his prey. He shifted, his muscles rippling in the candlelight, the golden light caressing his skin and making him look like some unholy godā¦ a dark king with a thirst for blood.
His smirk only grew darker as I struggled, stepping in close enough that his chest pressed against my bare back. "Need help?" he murmured against my ear before nipping at it sharply just to feel me jolt in surprise against him.
His hands slid over mine on instinct, guiding them through undoing each intricate clasp and tie like some twisted ritual of preparation for what was coming laterā¦ because we both knew this dress wouldnāt stay on long once we got home again.
As he finished the last clasp, he stepped back, eyes hungrily roving over the gown where it clung to me like a second skin. "Perfectā¦" he murmured, his eyes flickering up to meet mine, "And now to get you the necessaryā¦ accessories." He led me out of the wardrobe and into the adjoining room. "Sit."
I sat on a low padded stool at a vanity I hadnāt noticed before, watching as he crossed to a lacquered wood chest sitting on a side table. It was filled with various types of jewelryā¦ earrings, rings, bracelets, necklaces, and even a few circlets made of gold and silver with gems of every kind from emeralds to rubies to huge diamonds and moreā¦ everything a queen could ask for and then some.
I watched, wide-eyed, as he sorted through the treasures with practiced ease. His fingers hovered over a ruby-encrusted chokerāthin and delicate but clearly forged to be unbreakableābefore moving on.
"Ah," he murmured when his hand finally closed around something tucked in the back of a velvet drawer. He turned, holding up an intricate silver collar woven with tiny thorns that curled like vines around its surface.
My breath hitched.
It wasn't just jewelry; it was a claim.
He approached with that same predatory grace and knelt before me without another word, his crimson eyes burning into mine as he fastened it securely around my throat, his fingers moving with slow precision as he ensured the buckle was at the exact right angleā¦ and thenā¦ he pulled.
My head lifted on instinct, my breathing becoming shallow as a shiver raced along my spine at the feel of metal against my skin.
"There," he purred darkly. "Matches your gown perfectlyā¦ and reminds you exactly who you belong toā¦ my darling wife."
The weight felt foreign yet rightālike destiny snapping into place after centuries apartā¦
His hands lingered on the collar, almost reverent as he traced the path of a thorn with one fingertip. "My jewelā¦ my little queen," he murmured, his voice thick with possession. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin as he inhaled deeply. "Your scent is all wrong," he growled in a rough whisper, his hands suddenly moving to grip my waist.
I looked up at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant. "What do you mean?" I asked softly, my voice almost lost in the tense silence of the room.
His fingers tightened, digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he dragged me flush against him. His eyes burned with something wildāsomething feralāas they dropped to my throat. "Wrong," he repeated, voice dropping to a guttural growl as his nose skimmed along the column of my throat, inhaling deeply like a man starved for air. "You need more of my blood."
My breath caught in my throat when I realized what he intended, and I felt myself growing wetter as my heartbeat picked up. He was going to give me more of that luscious blood of hisā¦ and the primal part of me, the part that craved his domination, yearned for itā¦
He groaned when he caught the scent of my arousal, something primal darkening those beautiful eyes. "Gods," he growled then drew his fingernail across the soft flesh of his throat to open a wound before he palmed the back of my head and dragged my mouth to his neck. "Drink, wife, I know you want to."
The moment his blood touched my tongue, the world snapped into hyperfocus.
Every soundāhis ragged breathing, the rustle of silk as I writhed against himāechoed like a gong in my skull. His fingers tangled in my hair, yanking just hard enough to make me whimper around his throat as that dark liquid spilled hot and rich over my taste buds.
"Fuck," he snarled when I swallowed greedilyātoo fast, too messyāand pulled back with a wet pop only for him to shove me back against his throat with bruising force. "That's itā¦"
His other hand slid between us without warning, lifting the skirt of my dress then two fingers were plunging deep into my pussy while his thumb pressed punishing circles on my clit. I came untouched seconds later from sheer sensory overload; my body arching violently under the dual assaultā¦
He laughed thenāa low dark thing laced with satisfaction as one broad palm smeared my fluids across my trembling thighs possessively before growling, "Good girl."
My fingers curled weakly into his long hair as I fought to catch my breath, my body still trembling from the intensity of that release. My lips were stained with his blood, and I could feel it trickling down my chin in slow rivulets.
He watched me with dark satisfaction, eyes burning as he traced a thumb over the mess on my skin then pressed that same bloody digit against my lower lip. "Clean up after yourself," he commanded roughly. "Unless you want me to lick it off for you."
I swallowed hard at the thoughtā¦ already feeling another jolt of heat despite just coming.
His smirk widened when he saw how easily aroused just his voice could make me againā¦ His hand slid up from where it had been buried between my thighs to grip one breast... then his hands left my body as he stood without warning, pulling me up with him as he did and carried me out of the room like I weighed little more than a feather.
The room beyond was just as lavishly and elegantly furnished as the other rooms with velvet couches, rich dark wood, expensive looking artwork and furniture, and heavy curtains hung from high windowsā¦ but I barely noticed any of it.
I was too busy feeling the press of his body against mine, the heat of his hands as he held me with possessive strength then he lowered me onto a red velvet settee and stepping back slightly while running a hand through his hair. "Stay there, my loveā¦ I needā¦ to get dressed and youāre too distractingā¦ I shall return shortly."
I let out a breathy whimper of protest as he pulled away, my fingers instinctively reaching for him like I was afraid heād disappear.
"Sylusā" His name tumbled from my lips in a desperate little moan, and the look on his face told me everything.
He liked that sound.
A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stepped back furtherājust to watch me squirm on the settee with nothing but silk clinging to my sweat-slicked skin and that damned collar gleaming around my throat like proof of ownership.
"You call for me again," he murmured while taking another step. "Like that? And I swear to every god listening... that dress will be torn off you before you can say my name again."
Then with those parting words, he turned and disappeared back into our bedroom.
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