Ages ago @ashley-chiâ asked if I could do a story where Rafael falls in love with Sonnyâs younger sister. Of course I had to make this a multi-parter. Hope to have the second part up soon! â¤ď¸
Side note, the song the reader is dancing to is âI Touch Myselfâ by Divinyls, a tacky yet oh so catchy one hit wonder. I highly recommend listening to it! đ¤Ł
You gripped your pencil at the eraser and held it up to eye level, bouncing it up and down, creating the illusion that the pencil was made of rubber. Glancing up at the clock, you saw there was still twenty minutes left before the art gallery closed. Time was moving at a snailâs pace.
Dropping the writing utensil, you decided to focus on finishing your email to a prospective buyer instead of a silly magic trick. After clicking send you checked the clock once moreâonly 15 minutes left. You sighed and looked around the expansive space. The gallery owner was strict about closing early but it had been a slow day, no one had stopped by in the last three hours. âScrew it,â you mumbled and shut down your laptop, figuring you could get away with it just this once.
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Iâm back with the latest chapter where Rafael spends a Sunday with the Carisi family. So sorry it took me so long to get this out. Thank you so much for your patience and thanks for all of your sweet comments. Stay tuned for the next part â¤ď¸
The clang of the bells of St. Thomas pierced through the Staten Island spring air, their melodic rings beckoning churchgoers for Mass. Rafael watched people dressed in their Sunday best walk through the red double doors of the stone cathedral as you drove the car into the church parking lot.
Turning off the ignition, you looked towards Rafael and gave him an expectant smile. âOk, you ready?â
A sigh below past his lips. âReady.â
âAre yaâ nervous?â you teased with a playful nudge to his shoulder.
âMe? Nervous?â Rafael scoffed. âPlease, I do not get nervous,â he lied when in reality, he was a bundle of nerves. In his nearly twenty years as an ADA, Rafael had faced down cold-blooded murderers and rapists in the courtroom and yet he had never been more nervous than he was at that moment.
âThe Honeymoonersâ Part of The Romantics Series
Iâm back, my loves! The incredible @thatesqcrush requested the prompt: âI could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice.â for my Romantics Series from this deliciously smutty list. Forgive me if my writing is a little rusty. â¤ď¸
NSFW (a little sex on the beach, anyone? đđ)
âBecks, Iâm going to murder you,â you growled, opening your suitcase only to discover your trusty basic black one piece bathing suit had been replaced by the tiniest white string bikini you had ever seen. In fact, with the exception of your toothbrush, you didnât recognize any of the items in your suitcase. It quickly became apparent that your oldest friend had swapped out all of your clothes with skimpy skin-tight dresses and lingerie that would make a porn star blush. This was the first and last time you would ever ask Becks to help you pack. On the inside pocket of your suitcase there was a note:
If you want to let them know that there is steak for dinner, you gotta let them hear it sizzle. Enjoy St. Barts! Donât do anything I wouldnât do! XOXOXO Becks
Going to thanksgiving dinner with Carisi promo 116. Whatâs that on your neck
Thanks for the request! Itâs been ages since Iâve written about Sonny Carisi (why I donât know cause heâs soooooo fine! đ¤¤) I hope you like this! I had fun writing it!
NSFW
You fidgeted in your seat, turning the radio off and on, adjusting the air conditioner, it was almost impossible to sit still. Sonny looked over at you from the driverâs seat, placing a hand on your knee, gently squeezing it in comfort. âDonât be nervous, doll.â
âIâm not nervous.â Sonny raised his eyebrow at you, he knew you were lying. âOk, so Iâm a little nervous.â You admitted.
Your boyfriend gripped the steering wheel, turning onto his parentâs street. âItâs not like you havenât met my folks before.â
âI know but this is different. Iâm spending a major holiday with your parents in their house that you grew up in.â
I went WAY overboard with this headcanon, but I just couldnât help it. Having sex with Rafael in his officeâŚ..WOW, this thirst is REAL!Â
Tags: @amirightcounsellor â¤ď¸
â Youâll stop by with a file or two to drop off from the precinct. Upon entering his office, you âaccidentallyâ drop one of the files, slowly picking them up allows Rafael a prime view of your ass. After teasing the ADA, you end up sitting at the edge of his desk with Rafael between your spread legs. He pulls your skirt up to reveal you arenât wearing panties. âOh cariĂąo, you should know better than to distract Papi at work.â He says in a dark lustful tone.
â Removing his glasses, he kneels down and licks a path from your inner thigh straight to your core, groaning at your taste. His one hand reaching up to squeeze your breast while his head moves between your legs. You bite your lip to hold back your moans and whimpers while Rafael eats your pussy like a starved man on his desk. After you climax, you both look down and realize your wetness dripped onto some of his work papers. Rafael kisses you deeply, you moan tasting yourself on his tongue, âIâm going to have to punish you later for ruining my files, Y/N.â He says against your lips.
â Working together creates intense sexual tension between you two. On days when you need a quick release, you will find an excuse to stop by the ADAâs office. Unable to keep his hands off you, Rafael will push you against the door, kissing you hard. He starts off with his fingers between your folds, thrusting into you while his palm massages your clit. After an intense leg shaking orgasm, Rafael frees his rock hard cock and fucks you hard against the door. Feeling that familiar coil tighten in your stomach, you reach up and pull at his blinds hanging on the door window to ground yourself. Â They come crashing down, causing you both to laugh. âIâll get maintenance to put those back up in the morning,â Â Rafael tells you with a wink, before picking you up and laying you on his table away from the windows so he can continue to pound into you. Itâs exhilarating to think that someone could walk in at anytime and catch you two.
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mornings with titus
MDNI (18+); literally no plot lol
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masterlist
cw: light somno, very soft sex, sweet sweet missionary, why does he have to look like that. like its infuriating how hot this man is. i need a soft morning with him. please titus just one chance.
you woke up to a feeling of something between your legs. you shifted on top of the silken bamboo sheets, bare skin still dewy from the activities of the night before. your eyebrows pulled together and you moved your thighs to try and gauge what was going on. when you felt the rounded point of a finger run up the length of your pussy, you let out an annoyed sigh.
"titus." you murmured, voice cracked with sleep, but your frustration was still audible. "i was dreaming."
"sorry." titus rumbled unapologetically. his hand rested heavy on your warm skin and his finger rolled over your clit. "you just looked so good. couldn't help myself." your eyes fluttered open to look at him. soft light streamed into your shared bedroom from behind the thin beige curtains. the sunlight played with the color of titus' hair. you could see a few of the cinnamon strands that held their own against the rapidly spreading grey in his curls. they were still mussed from sleep. his head was resting in his other hand, arm propped up on his pillow. his eyes ran down your figure and he looked at you with lazy adoration. he hadn't been up for long. you blinked up at him and he gave you a small smile. "hey." he said softly.
"hi." your lips mirrored his. but your grin faltered when his fingers dipped past your opening. you let out a gasp. you weren't nearly wet enough for it to be pleasurable, and you winced at the dragging sensation of titus' fingers against your walls.
"sorry," titus frowned, removing his fingers briefly. he put two digits in his mouth. once he gathered enough saliva for lubricant, he returned to you. he continued to pet you, stroking over your velvety folds and gaze flicking to various points of your body. you kept your eyes on him the entire time. his dark green t-shirt clung to his body in a titillating way. it was stretched around his shoulders, sleeves choking the muscles of his arms. the softness of his belly pushed the shirt out slightly, creating folds in the fabric. you wished that he had taken it off, but titus never slept naked. he tried once, but couldn't stop tossing and turning, mind hyperaware of ever thread that brushed him. your eyes stayed on his belly for a moment. the hem of his shirt was ridden up slightly and you could just barely see the soft trail of dark hair leading beneath his waistband. you let out a small hum of approval. your eyes went lower, catching the tent in his dark blue sleep pants. the outline of him was thick and you saw it twitch. a small wet spot darkened the fabric right at the head of his cock. you needed him inside you, even though the ghost of his stretch still lingered from last night.
it didn't take long for arousal to start pooling between your thighs and titus noticed.
"see something you like?" titus' voice was low and amused. your eyes flicked up back to his face. he was looking at you with a cocky smirk and half-lidded eyes. hot embarrassment rose in your cheeks. well and truly caught in the act of ogling him. you swallowed and titus just licked his lips. he titled his chin up slightly, dipping his fingers into your cunt. you were wet now, and you heard a small noise as he inserted himself to his knuckles. you let out a sigh of pleasure. "tell you what," titus whispered, eyes dark "give me one and you can have it." he removed his fingers and brought one back to your clit, rubbing small circles around it and sending pulses of pleasure up your spine. you nodded and gripped the pillow next to your head to stabilize yourself.
titus readjusted his position slightly, pushing himself up onto his elbow and twisting his hand so that he could slip two fingers into your pussy while still rubbing your clit. he leaned down to kiss down your neck and chest. he licked at one of your nipples, sucking it to a point. you squeezed your eyes together, chasing a peak that was building way to slowly for your liking. you wanted titus and you wanted him now. you squirmed under him, trying to find an angle to build your pleasure faster. titus released your nipple and slowed his movements. you whined in frustration.
"don't chase it, baby," titus murmured against your ear, pressing kisses to your jaw. "let it happen. enjoy it. we're in no rush." he kissed the tip of your nose and then your lips. you forced your body to relax, to take in the stimulus as it was and not trying to hurry it along. titus' mouth moved back to your chest, sucking and nipping at the skin. the two of you took it slow, languid movements in the warmth of your bed in the soft morning sun. eventually, titus pressed a little harder into your clit, rubbed a little quicker. you felt the iconic sensation of your orgasm catching. you moaned and your fingers flew to titus' hair, tangling your fingers in his curls. he sighed against your skin and grazed his teeth across your pebbled nipple. you saw his cock jump beneath his pants when your grip on him tightened. your breath came out in short gasps as your muscles tensed, legs shaking. titus worked you through your orgasm, band snapping and walls clenching around his fingers with wet squelches. he helped you down, kissing your mouth and swallowing your little moans and whimpers. he pulled back with a smile and you looked up at him with unfocused eyes and parted lips. "feel good?" he hummed, pecking your lips again.
"mhm." your hands came up to his cheeks and you pulled him back into a kiss. one of your palms drifted from his face down his chest. titus groaned into your mouth when you squeezed his erection. it was hot and heavy in your palm. with deft fingers, you popped the button of the pants and wrapped your fingers around him. you collected the steady rolling beads of precum from his slit. you spread it up and down his length and smiled into your kiss as titus' breathing grew ragged. his hand wrapped around your wrist and broke the kiss, forehead resting on yours.
"i appreciate it," he panted against you "but i'm not gonna last long, and i'm only cumming if it's inside you." you nodded and titus pulled himself on top of you, pressing his hips to yours. he bucked harshly into your exposed pussy, your combines juices staining his pants.
your fingers pulled at the hem of his shirt and titus got the message. he sat back on his knees and reached back to pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor. you watched with barely-contained lust as the freckled skin of his torso was revealed to you slowly. your eyes slipped down his body, moaning when titus pushed his pants down his hips and kicked them off. he leaned back over you and steadied himself by planting a palm against your head. he cast you a check-in look and you nodded. titus lined himself up and pushed into you. you were so slick that he was able to bottom out on the first thrust. the pair of you let out satisfied groans in sync.
while he waited for you to get adjusted, your nails gently dragged down his chest, the way you knew he liked, and titus' eyes fell closed. he swallowed and his face softened. a curl fell onto his forehead and you swept it away.
"you're so pretty, titus." you said softly, with awe and wide eyes. titus looked down at you and he let out a little laugh, shaking his head.
"that's all you, honey. fuck, you feel so good. so wet 'n warm 'n tight."
you pulled titus' lips back to yours as he gave his first thrust. your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist and titus dropped to his forearms. you sloppily kissed him as he pulled out and in with soft snaps of his hips, never truly leaving your warmth. titus dropped his head to your shoulder and began pounding into you harder. each drag of his cock pulled a grunt from his throat and sent the noise of skin slapping through the room. the air smelled like sex and sounded like adoration, sweet praises slipping from titus' mouth straight to your ears.
you're so perfect. i'm so lucky. i love you so much.
after one particularly harsh thrust, you pushed at his shoulders. "s-slower, titus," you gasped, the head of his cock hitting a sore spot inside you. "still feel it from last night." he was feral. only a few hours ago, he had you pressed into the mattress, back to his belly, in a headlock, bullying your sobbing cunt. polar opposite to how he was treating you now. that was your favorite part of being physical with titus- he fucked on a spectrum. you could ask for filthy, dirty, even painful sex and he'd give it to you, but the moment you told him you wanted something softer, he was affectionately rolling his hips and peppering your face with kisses while looking you in the eyes.
"o-okay, m'sorry," he panted out, forcing himself to roll into you instead of quick punches. the overstimulation in your chest simmered out, and pleasure began to build again. he was still deep and his head brushed against the spot above your cervix, the one that made your toes go numb and tingles of ecstasy blossom in your abdomen.
titus felt your walls flutter around him and he knew you were close. he continued rolling into you, only pulling back about an inch before sinking back into you. his fingers found your clit again and used your combined arousals to rub around you.
"there it is, isn't it? that the spot? doin' s'good for me, honey, give me one more. c'mon. cum with me." titus panted out against your neck. your finger nails dug into the meat of his shoulders and pulled him closer to you. after a few more thrusts, you snapped, clenching so hard around him that you thought he would be pushed out. but titus pushed into you, trapping you beneath him as he came. he let out high-pitched gasps as his cum coated your insides, cock twitching as he rode out his release. his arms shook with exertion and he collapsed onto you, full weight draped over you. you drew shapes over his skin and pressed kisses to his temple as he regained his breath. titus' arms slid under your back and nuzzled into your chest, pressing little kisses to the valley of your breasts. his breathing became even again and you felt his cum begin to dribble down your ass. but you didn't care. neither of you moved, enjoying the sensations of each other's heart beats and soft breaths. a stolen moment before you had to start your day.
Titus literally hunting a human for sport while talking on the phone with one of country club friends about how they have to move their tennis match to next week cause he promised Mrs. Danforth theyâd take their private jet out to dinner at this new experimental Japanese French fusion restaurant. âItâs date night!â He explains as he stabs someone who pissed off the Danforth family and earned a spot as prey in a human hunt.
Evil wife guy Titus Danforth. He knows where his priorities lie.
Youâre sitting on top of your desk, staring out the floor to ceiling window. Your phone pressed up against your ear.
â-then the marketing team needs to pivot. Get in a new media crew, shoot a completely new commercial.â
You sigh, moving your phone from one ear to another. You clear your throat and look down in-between your legs.
Titusâ head buried there, mouth on your core, fingers pumping inside you while his other hand pumps his length.
You hum, running a hand through his salt and pepper curls, âYes, I know. Thatâs why it needs to be bigger and better.â
Titusâ tongue swirls along your clit and you hold in a moan that wants to escape your throat. You bite down your lip hard, and tighten your grip on Titusâ hair.
He moans and it causes you to slap his head, seizing the noise.
âWork harder. Faster. I need you to be efficient. Thatâs what I keep you around for.â You say to your employee on the line, but also directed to the man kneeling before you.
âNo, you will not try. You will do or you are done,â you end the call, tossing your phone to the side.
âFuck, thatâs it, Ti,â you finally let out the moan youâve been holding in, âSo good for me.â
The praise gets him going even more. Heâs moaning into you, working you hard and fast like you demanded until you feel that pressure building up.
âFuck fuck! Titus!â You throw your head back as your orgasm takes over you, your thighs clenching around Titusâ head.
He pulls back, lips swollen and glistening with your want. He stares up at you, a gaze over his eyes, âFuck, please. Can I-â
âGo ahead, honey,â you give him a nod and he scrambles to his feet.
He pumps quicken and his breath hitches. He lets out a deep groan as he cums over your Louboutin heels.
You hum in satisfaction, the tip of your heel just barely grazing along his length. It causes him to shudder, âS-Shit,â he lets out a chuckle of disbelief.
You pull him to you by the back of his neck, your lips press against his. He greedily kisses you back, as if a man starved for days.
âThank you,â you murmur against his lips.
He nods, âDid I help?â
âYou did. A lot. That call was getting me riled up. You arrived right on time.â You proceed to grab tissues from your desk, wiping yourselves off and fix your appearances.
By the time you step out of your office, a majority of the floor is cleared except a few stragglers. But they pay no attention to you, opting to appear as though they didnât hear you and your husband having sex in your office.
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vampire! titus drinking your blood for the first time (ooc sweet titus, the pic of shawn w blood running down his chin was js too damn sexy)
gn! reader, petnames used are honey and baby
hes got you laying on his bed and hes hovering over your body, trapping you under him. you want this, but its still nerve wracking to have someone bite your neck and drink your blood
as hes leaning into your neck, fangs barred, you are wriggling and scooting away
"ah-ah, stop, dont run from me"
"sorry" you say taking in a breath
"little scared huh? you sure you wanna do his honey?"
"mhm, i do, just nervous" you say nodding
"dont worry i wont take too much" he says as he grabs your chin with one hand, tilting your face up and to the side to get a better view at your neck and holding you still so you cant escape this time
he kisses from your jaw down to your neck, picking the spot he wants to bite, taking a deep breath of your scent, and giving the spot a few licks. he opens his mouth, exposing his fangs and bites down hard, breaking skin. you let out a whimper and your hands grab on to his big shoulders as he starts sucking and licking up your blood
"hmmm cute" he says as you feel him smirking
"the hard parts over, you did so good for me baby, you taste divine"
(this has been sitting in my drafts for a while bc i kinda hate it, would anyone be interested in a more canonical titus version? or i might revamp (heehee vamp) it where i do how i think it would go with different hatosyverse characters)
Happy birthday!!! For the appetizer, can I get Pope Cody with Sabrina Carpenter? And for the main course can I get Titus-hunting for her hand in marriage? Thank you!!!
thank youuu! you can find you appetizer here - slim pickins
and your main here:
Three men from the other families stood with your father at the starting point. Three disgusting cowards who were participating in this horrible event for your hand in marriage.
Chet Winthrop. Frat boy and pampered child. Twenty four and no accomplishments to his name, the absolute epitome of a nepo baby. His family had been part of the Le Bail cult long enough that every living member only had memories of luxury and that made them feel untouchable.
Junjie Liu. Cold and formidable. At just twenty-nine he'd built quite the reputation for himself as someone you didn't want to cross. He was his parents only child and he took his position in the cult very seriously. You weren't sure if he was participating to prove himself or because he thought you were a suitable wife to be integrated into his prestigious family.
Ignacio Garcia. Sophisticated and entitled. He was the kind of man who assumed that if he was polite and charming, he was owed whatever he wanted. Forty-one and probably interested in having you as a young, pretty, malleable wife.
Any one of these men could win this hunt and take you as their wife and that thought had your stomach turning. You stood your ground, glaring at the three men who leered at you and flashed cocky smiles like this hunt was going to be the easiest thing they did all year. Like you were small and weak and would be an easy prize to claim.
You weren't going to give them the satisfaction.
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, brief mentions of pregnancy
a/n: another one inspired by a convo with @sarah-paulsons-bottom-lip my personal endless supply of ideas for these characters lol thanks friend, hope you like âem
đ¤đťPope Codyđ¤đť
âAlright kiddo, you ready?â you whisper. You feel sure Pope is probably already awake, but you want to let your little one think everythingâs gonna be a total surprise anyway. All at once, you realize youâre bent a little too far forward and you wince, stifling a groan while you straighten up and put a hand on your tummy. âIs the new one crowding you again, Mama?â You give a half-grin and nod
âCrowding Mamaâ is the explanation Pope gave the first time you showed a little discomfort from the one on the way, and itâs apt enough that it stuck. But today, the discomfort passes quickly once youâve straightened back up, and you open the bedroom door with a soft snick since the little oneâs hand are full. They go tiptoeing in and much to your great surprise, Pope does actually seem to be asleep
His handsome face is all smoothed out and his lips are open just a little bit; he doesnât really snore but heâs breathing heavy and rhythmic. His coppery curls are all smushed against his pillow, and heâs got one arm hanging off the bed entirely. âRemember what I said, bunny,â you whisper, catching up to your kiddo to lean down again, âstand back a little, okay? We donât wanna scare Papa.â
Even after almost four years, you still sometimes feel a little goofy saying the word âPapaâ to refer to a man whoâs often so stoic and serious. But really, what else wouldâve happened? When the little one heard everyone calling him âPopeâ and everyone was so focused on getting them to call you âMama,â it only makes sense the two words got a little mashed together in a baby brain
âPapa?â the little one says softly, then repeats it a little louder. You can see the hard jerk of his muscles that he stifles into just the tiniest movement, and your heart both aches and soars when he manages for the first waking expression on his face to be a soft smile for his child while his eyes flutter open, even though he was startled. âHey there, kid. Whatâs all that?â His sounds are still soft around the edges with sleep
âBreakfast!â they reply, lifting the little tray up a bit, âfor-for, uh, your day?â They look back at you questioningly and you chuckle. âSure, bunny - itâs kinda all the fathersâ day, too, though.â Pope sits up against the headboard, groaning only a little as he stretches his legs. His eyes flick to yours and he gives you a tiny, warm grin that makes your stomach flutter before he returns his attention to the small human in front of him
âOh yeah, that,â he says, and you huff a quiet laugh, âwell that looks pretty good there.â His eyes are crinkled up in genuine joy like you so rarely see them, and he accepts the carefully proffered tray with an equal measure of consideration. You let the little one do all the things that wouldnât actually super impact the quality of the breakfast - you know a lot of moms will let their kids do the whole thing for Fatherâs Day but you did actually want Pope to want to eat, so you handed off things like putting the bread in the toaster and taking it out, pouring milk into the bowl for the eggs, that kind of thing
You sit on the edge of the bed while Pope eats and lets the little one chatter his ear off, and then you scoot up to lay your head on his shoulder once heâs finished and goes to open the little carefully wrapped gift that was on the side of the tray. Heâs perfect about it, not only making all the right noises and saying all the right words of gratitude, but he does actually seem to like the silly little stuffie you only lightly helped sew together
The three of you spend the day together, mostly outside on the beach enjoying the surprisingly mild summer weather. Once the little one is in bed and has received the requisite goodnight stories and kisses from each of you (never just one of you, unacceptable), Pope turns all his attention on you. âIâm pretty sure Iâm the one who was supposed to draw you a bubble bath, love,â you chastise once he gestures you into the bathroom. âMm, maybe next year, if thereâs not another one in there,â he mumbles. ââIfâ?â you tease, and he just nods and catches your chin between his fingers for a slow kiss. âYep - if.â
đ¤đťTitus Danforthđ¤đť
Youâre not entirely sure if Titus even knows exactly when Fatherâs Day is. As in, if he even knows what month it falls in, let alone the actual day. Youâd asked Ursula if they had any plans for Chester this year and she just looked at you blankly. So itâs not exactly like you wake up that morning and say anything to Titus about it
Instead, you spend the whole day being only slightly more adoring than usual. Youâve shooed basically all the servants away for the day, and youâre determined to make sure he doesnât even notice. But of course, being Titus, he does. âSo when are you going to tell me why youâve got me trapped in here all alone?â he asks like itâs a simple, predictable question while he stretches languidly on the bed. âAre you complaining?â you shoot back, pouring both of you another cup of tea
âNot at all,â he replies, getting up easily to wrap his arms around your waist from behind and watch you stir sugar into the cups, âjust curious.â âDo you happen to know what day it is?â you ask lightly instead of answering. âSunday?â he replies, and it doesnât actually sound like heâs being coy. You chuckle quietly, and you feel his arms stiffen around you slightly
âIâm not making fun of you,â you caution quickly, and his muscles relax again, âbut it is actually a holiday today.â âNot one of ours, hmm?â he mutters and presses a kiss to the side of your neck. âNo, one of the ah, whatâs the term - secular ones?â âHoliday means âholy dayâ so how can it be secular?â he retorts, and you finally turn in his arms to glare at him. âPedantic,â you accuse, and he lifts a shoulder innocently
You get distracted briefly by his thick neck and his broad chest, your eyes trailing down his torso to the hard, intimidating cut of his hips. He puts a finger under your chin to force your eyes back up to his own. You give him a guilty half-smile and he just raises an eyebrow at you. âSo what is today, then?â he asks. âDo you actually not know?â you ask skeptically, and he finally huffs a bit, growls lightly in his throat, and shakes his head
âDamn, this actually is going to be a surprise then,â you say happily, and you skirt around him to grab some clothes. âI donât like surprises,â he says, looking all dark and broody as his eyes follow you. âYouâll like this one, darling, I promise.â So thatâs how Titus finds himself in a gazebo out on the grounds with his arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently while you root around in your shoulder bag
âFor a surprise this seems mildly poorly planned,â he says without any real bite, and you scoff. âI didnât actually think Iâd get this far without you catching on, forgive me.â Thereâs sunshine bouncing off the little stream that runs under this particular gazebo, and you can hear a few insects chirring in the distance. Itâs actually a little perfect, and you quickly brush away the two tears that just creep out of the corners of your eyes
âWhat is going on?â Titus finally demands, unfolding his arms to throw his hands in the air in frustration when he notices you wipe the tears away. You chuckle breathlessly despite yourself and hold up your hand for him to be patient just a second longer. âOkay, okay, Iâm sorry for the suspense - but here, first, lemme tell you what today is for the all the regular people. Itâs Fatherâs Day.â You beam at him, and he squints in confusion
âOâŚkay?â You follow up his puzzlement with a small Polaroid, extending it out to him from your bag with a flourish. He takes it from you, still frowning, but once heâs gazed at it for a moment or two, his brow relaxes, and he looks up at you. Thereâs a slowly dawning expression of amazement and disbelief across his handsome face. âSo, uh, yeah,â you say thickly, swallowing more tears, âh-happy Fatherâs Day for the first time.â
âAm I crazy, or are there two babies in this picture?â he asks in a wondering voice. âNot crazy,â you confirm, a small grin spreading across your face even despite your anxiety about having twins, âsee? One, and two.â You point them out in the sonogram and then look up at Titusâs face, backlit by the sun. He sweeps you up in a gigantic hug that takes you off your feet, and you chuckle in surprise
đ¤˛đťDr. Jack Abbotđ¤˛đť
âHeâs gonna think itâs lame,â they say, wrinkling their nose. âAre you kidding me?â you protest, âheâs like, the lamest old man on the planet - heâll love it.â The just-barely-now-a-teenager you and Jack adopted together three years ago frowns down at the metal model package in their hands. âFor thirty bucks, though?â they say skeptically, and you laugh. âItâs on sale anyway, so itâs either thirty bucks now or sixty some other time, kid.â âAh, fine - help me make sure this is the best one though, okay?â
The two of you spend a good twenty minutes looking through each and every model available on the little spinning thing in the corner of the hobby store, and they finally settle on the one they initially picked out. Itâs a recreation of some World War II dogfighting plane, and you feel absolutely certain Jack is gonna lose his lil mind about it. âI really do think heâs gonna like it a lot,â you say in the checkout line, bumping your teenâs shoulder with yours, and they scoff and look down, trying to hide a blush
âItâs justâŚyâknow. The first time Iâm trying to do this shit - uh, sorry, this stuff,â they cringe unnecessarily while you shake your head in amusement, âfor him and I. I want it to go good.â âThe fact that you feel like doing it at all means itâs gonna go great. I promise.â They smile up at you before giving you a spontaneous hug around the middle, and you return it, fighting to keep your happy tears hidden
The night before Fatherâs Day, Jack is a little quiet in your room, rubbing his leg pensively after he removes his prosthetic. âWhatcha thinkinâ about there, doc?â you ask him gently, scooting over to peek up at him from around his bicep like a little ferret. He chuckles despite himself and brushes his thumb across your cheekbone. âJust wonderinâ about tomorrow. Trying not to have any real expectations, you know, like the family therapist said and all.â
Your heart squeezes, and you sit up to look at him properly. Heâs tired, but thereâs less sadness in him this year than in the couple of Fatherâs Days past, both of which went by without any acknowledgement from your kiddo. Jackâs always sworn itâs fine, and in front of them, he does a great job not even making a peep about it, but in the quiet moments behind closed doors, you know heâs been wishing for the validation of it all. You wonder briefly whether to put his mind at ease
Ultimately, you decide the surprise will be worth it, on top of the fact that you think the surprise doesnât even really belong to you, so you simply say, âhey, baby - if nothing else, we all get a nice day off together tomorrow. You know weâll do something fun regardless.â He nods with a weak smile, and you kiss him for a while before throwing a leg over his lap; youâre pretty sure you manage to distract him from his disappointment for the rest of the night before you both fall asleep
When the morning arrives, he rolls over blearily and rubs his face. âI thought you were up already,â he mumbles, âI smell food.â âWell you do smell food anyway,â you say mysteriously, and you hop up to head into the bathroom to brush your teeth while he tries to get a sleepy handle on the world. Heâs finally ready to head out into the house, and youâre practically bouncing out of your skin. You gasp when you see the spread thatâs actually laid out on the counter. âJeez Louise, you outdid yourself!â you exclaim, surveying the pile of pancakes - some with chocolate chips, some without - and turkey bacon and nice, fluffy scrambled eggs. âYou know I wouldâve helped you,â you murmur in their ear as you give them a one-armed hug, and they just shrug like itâs no big deal
âHey, uh, h-happy Fatherâs Day, Jack,â they stammer shyly, and they practically shove the little flat wrapped gift into his hands along with a card. He laughs in surprise, and equally awkwardly says, âoh, uh, thanks. Thanks a lot, kiddo.â He opens the card first, and you see tears spring to his eyes almost immediately, several of which have fallen by the time heâs done reading it. Neither of them will make eye contact with each other, but theyâre both all smiles nonetheless
He lays the card gently on the counter and deftly opens the gift, exclaiming upon seeing it properly, âoh thatâs so neat!!â He looks up and between you both in genuine excitement, and you canât help the huge smile that spreads on your face. You and your teenager exchange satisfied glances while Jack continues to expound upon military history stuff that neither of you would probably ever have asked for, while he excitedly studies the back of the package
âMan, I canât wait to put this together - thank you,â and now he finally does make eye contact with your teenager, who surprisingly actually allows it before going in for a big hug from their dad. Youâre so pleased you could almost throw up as you watch them cling to each other, both of their eyes squeezed shut and content smiles on their faces. You all spend the rest of the day playing board games and watching movies, Jack in the middle every time he can be with an arm around each of you
Hiii :> I'm very new to the Hatosyverse but I love your fics! đ
Just curious, could I request a fic for Sammy where the Reader gets injured (maybe she/they're a cop or detective idk) and she/they get taken to PTMC and mistake Jack Abbot for Sammy?
idk if that made any sense lol but I thought it was cute :> đŤśđť
literally GET OUT OF MY DRAFTS
guess this is a good time to say that I'm doing a backwards doppelbänger fic where it's jack meeting all the other reader variants (who are either married or dating the other hatosy characters) AND jack finally gets to also meet all of them too.....
however, is this something people want to read? lemme know before I get too deep into this :)
i just had the most delicious titus thought. imagine reverse donna and harvey from suits where he's just so doting and loving to personal assistant!reader, bringing you coffee whenever he notices you're sleepy after lunch, taking you home after he has to make you stay late for a meeting, spoils with gifts for your birthday, major holidays, truly any time he can fathom a good excuse. so one day when you're buzzing from the delicious honey lavender latte he's gotten you (in the cadence of that scene), you cheekily joke that the two of you should get married and he, serious as ever, simply retorts with "we've been married for the past two years". it makes you giggle, so much that it takes everything in him to not remain stoic so you won't get spooked, but the truth is you have, he made you sign papers and everything, you just didn't know that's what that was. you've also never questioned the wedding band he's been sporting recently or the matching one he got you that you proudly display on your other hand because you simply don't know. but he does. and maybe one day he'll tell you. maybe one day he'll make good on his fantasy and finally allow himself to get you pregnant with his child, because let's face it, you're already his.
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summary : you and jack get caught steaming up some car windows
word count : 4.6 k
warnings : workplace romance, secret relationship, SMUT, MDNI, p in v, semi-public sex, hung!jack abbot, dirty talk, praise
a/n : not proofread !! based on this rq !!
The automatic doors of the Pitt slide open and closed as shift change tears through the emergency department.
You are exhausted. Twelve hours on your feet. More charting than should be legally allowed. Three trauma activations. A headache brewing behind your eyes. And somehow, despite all of that, your attention keeps drifting toward the ambulance bay entrance.
Toward Jack Abbott.
Night shift is arriving in waves. Nurses exchange reports. Residents rush between stations. Monitors beep endlessly in the background. Then Jack walks through the doors. The second you spot him, your stomach flips.
Six months.
Six months of secret dates, late-night phone calls, and carefully planned schedules. Six months of pretending there is absolutely nothing going on whenever anyone from work is around.
Usually you're good at it. Usually.
Jack makes his way toward the nurses' station, coffee in one hand. His eyes find yours immediately. Of course they do.
"Long day?" he asks. You let out a tired laugh.
"Catastrophic." His mouth twitches.
"Sounds about right." Nobody notices the way his gaze lingers. Nobody notices the tiny smile you fight to suppress. At least, you hope they don't.
Jack reaches for a chart you're holding. Your fingers brush. The contact lasts less than a second. It shouldn't mean anything. Instead, it feels like striking a match.
You glance up.
Jack is already looking at you. His jaw tightens. A dangerous look.
One you know very, very well. You should let go. Instead, your thumb drags lightly across his knuckles. A terrible decision. His eyes narrow immediately.
"Really?" he mutters. You blink innocently.
"What?"
"You know exactly what." You grin. Unfortunately, a nurse appears beside him before he can say anything else. The moment breaks. The tension doesn't. For the next twenty minutes, every glance feels loaded. Every accidental brush of shoulders feels deliberate. Every second spent near him becomes its own form of torture. By the time you finish charting, your shift is officially over. You are gathering your things when a familiar voice speaks beside you.
"Come with me." You look up. Jack is standing there. His expression is calm. Too calm. Which is exactly how you know you're in trouble.
"Jackâ"
"Now." Your heart skips. You follow him through the employee exit and into the cool evening air. The hospital noise fades behind you. The parking lot is mostly empty. Jack keeps walking. You keep following. Only when he reaches his truck does he stop and turn toward you.
"I've wanted to see you all day." He hums, his eyes softening. Your chest clenches and you look around fearfully.
"Jack.." You mutter, smiling softly. His hand reaches out and he drags you towards him, your bodies pressed tight against each other as he leans on his truck. His expression shifts immediately. That look. The one reserved only for you. Not the one he gives patients. Not the one he gives coworkers. Not even the one he gives friends. This one is different. Warmer. Softer. Dangerous in an entirely different way. A laugh escapes you as you plant your hands on his chest to try to push him away.
"You know we're standing in the hospital parking lot, right?"
Jack glances around.
"Pretty sure."
"Anyone could walk out here." He shrugs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. His lips trail down your cheek, to your jaw. His hands slide down to softly grasp at your ass through your scrubs, and you close your eyes, leaning into his touch as his hand cups up to cup the side of your face.
"I missed you today.." He hums against your skin. "Bed was too empty. Couldn't sleep." He says, his voice rough. You hum, nodding softly. Your whole body is on high alert.
Your boss could walk out. Your boss, aka Jack's best-friend.
Your friends could walk out. God, Trinity would never let you live this down. Dana would probab;y burn you at the stake.
But the feeling of Jack's lips on your skin sends you reeling.
He spins you around pressing you against his truck, groaning against your skin. His body cages you against the cool metal of his truck. The hard surface at your back contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from his chest. Jack's hands move with purpose, one sliding up your side while the other remains firmly on your hip, holding you in place. You tilt your head back, giving him better access as his lips find that sensitive spot below your ear.
"We have to stop." You rasp. "You have to work. I have to- I have to go home." Jack chuckles, a low rumble that vibrates through your entire body. Jack's mouth crashes against yours thenâhungry, demanding, desperate. The kiss tastes of coffee and exhaustion and something that is uniquely Jack. One of his hands moves from your hip to your lower back, pressing you even closer against him. The other tangles in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When you finally break apart, both breathing heavily, Jack rests his forehead against yours.
"Get in the truck."
"Jackâ"
"Just for a little while," he interrupts softly. "I need to hold you properly, not like this." You glance around the parking lot again, your professional warring with your personal desires.
"If someone seesâ"
"They won't," he promises, though you both know it's a risk. "Everyone's busy inside. We'll be quiet." His thumb traces your bottom lip. "Please?" You stare at him for a long moment. Then you groan.
"You're impossible." A grin immediately breaks across his face.
"That's not a no."
"It should be."
"But it isn't." You roll your eyes. Unfortunately, he's right. Again. Jack opens the passenger-side door before you can change your mind.
"Five minutes." You point a finger at him. "Five."
"Five."
"Jack."
"Five." You narrow your eyes suspiciously. He places a hand over his heart.
"I am deeply offended by your lack of trust." You laugh despite yourself.
"Get in the truck."
"You are the worst."
"Get in the fucking truck, baby." The inside of the truck is blessedly quiet. Away from the bright lights of the emergency department. Away from the endless noise. Away from the constant demands of the day. The moment the doors close, the world seems to exhale. Jack settles into the driver's seat. Then immediately reaches over and drags you int his lap, making you climb over the console. Like he's been waiting all day to do exactly that. Maybe he has. His head buries itself in your neck, one hand crawling on the small of your back, pushing you into hik. For a while, neither of you says anything. The silence isn't awkward. It never is. It's comfortable. Easy. The kind that comes from knowing someone inside and out.
"Tired?" he asks quietly into your neck. You laugh weakly.
"Is that a serious question?"
"Fair."
"I'm pretty sure my soul left my body around hour nine." Jack snorts.
"You should go home."
"I know."
"You need sleep."
"I know."
"You need food." You open one eye.
"Okay, rude."
"I've known you long enough." Unfortunately, he's right. Again. A comfortable silence settles between you. Outside, hospital staff move in and out of the building. Ambulances come and go. The Pitt keeps running. It always does. Inside the truck, though, everything feels still. Jack leans back slightly to look at you. His expression softens.
"You know what sucks?"
"What?"
"I get here right when you're leaving." You smile.
"The tragedy."
"I'm serious."
"I know." His gaze drops to your joined hands. "I don't like missing you." He tugs you closer, closer still, until your knees straddle either side of his lap. He's smiling with a softness that undoes you completely, a patient, stubborn smile that says he always knew you'd cave.
"You could always switch to nights," Jack offers, his voice gentler than it has any right to be at this hour. His knuckles graze your thigh, just barely, but it's enough. You feel your skin erupt in goosebumps.
"You can't justâ Jack, we're in the middleâ"
"Of the parking lot. Yeah." Despite the steady, reasonable words, his hands are mapped out under your scrubs, palms broad and certain, heating the bare skin of your waist. For one long moment, he just looks at youâreally looks, the way you never let anyone see. It's a miracle you haven't combusted yet. "Hey," he murmurs, thumb brushing circles over your ribs, "you're safe here. I'm not letting anyone see you like this. Just me." You want to tell him it's a bad idea but the words tangle behind your teeth, undone by the gravity of him, the rare silence, the rare privacy. Instead you groan as he kisses you with bruising finality. Jackâs hands slip under the hem of your shirt, detouring up your back, unhooking your bra one-handed like heâs done it a thousand times before. You shiver as callused fingertips graze your spine, the low drag of his mouth setting your every nerve alight. You rock unconsciously forward, desperate to erase every inch of distance between you. He moans like itâs church, like youâre something sacred. You barely keep up as he lifts your shirt, stripping it over your head, stashing it behind you with one arm never leaving your waist. He maps your skin with his mouth, trailing kisses down your collarbone, between your breasts. Each brush of his lips makes the heat coalesce low inside you, makes your thighs tense around his hips. You scrabble at his scrub top, yanking at it until he laughsâdeep, unapologetic, full of mischiefâand helps you peel it off, leaving his chest bare and golden beneath the tinted dome light.
âGreedy,â Jack teases, voice taut. The word stokes something reckless in you. You dig your nails into his shoulders and grind down against him, feeling the hard line of his cock straining against the thin fabric.
âGonna tease me, or are you gonna let me ride you?â you whisper, nose brushing his. Jackâs eyes go black. His hands grip your hips, steadying you, kneading bruises into your skin.
âFuck,â he breathes, âplease.â He scrambles for his fly, cursing a little when your hands get there first and help, and the two of you manage, in a mutual chaos of limbs and laughter, to free him. You shuck your own pants and underwear, grateful for the cover of rain-smeared windows and the blanket he keeps stashed in the cab. You climb back onto him, legs shaking as you nestle knees on either side, your bare ass sliding against cool vinyl. Jackâs attention is molten, fixed on your mouth, your throat, your chest, his palms guiding you as you lower onto him slow, so fucking slow, fighting the urge to rush. He leans his forehead to yours, breath ragged.
âYouâre so tight, baby. Christ.â His words stroke pleasure up your spine, make you arch into him. You stretch around him, pulse thumping muggy-hot. The fullness burns, but you keep sinking, inch by inch, until your bodies lock together just right. Jackâs hands hold you steady, fingers shameless where they spread your thighs wider.
âJust like that,â he says, voice barely more than a gasp. âTake it. Youâre doing so fucking good.â You hide a whimper in the base of his throat, teeth scraping gentle. He bucks up, just barely, testing you, and you flinch at the jolt of feeling. But itâs not pain, not really. Itâs the promise of relief, the bright pressure of him inside you, desperate and thick. He rocks you up and down, slow at first. You find the rhythm, bracing your arms on his shoulders, riding the push and give of his hips. Every time you lift and slide down, he groans, low and open, like he planned to worship you right here under the sterile hospital floodlights.
âThatâs it, angel. Good girl. You like that?â he pants, lips grazing your ear, and you nearly sob at the endearment. No one has ever made you feel anything like this. Like the world is distilled to the backseat of a Chevy, and your body is the only urgent matter left on Earth.
âYes,â you choke, clinging to him, heart hammering. âYes, Jack, yesââ He leverages you up, thrusts in a little sharper. âSay it again. Want to hear you.â You do. You say it for him, say it for yourself, every word punched out on the ride of his cock. It gets easier, the wet glide, the pulse of want. He slides one hand to your jaw, thumb tracing your bottom lip, his eyes so honest you struggle to hold his stare.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â Jack croons. âBest thing Iâve ever had.â Praise hits you raw, makes the ache inside impossible to control. You ride him harder, abandon the need for quiet. The truck starts to rock, subtle at first, then notâsuspension groaning, windows fogging, metal biting at your back as you get lost together. Jackâs face dissolves to soft around the edges, pleasure making his lashes flutter. He helps you, of course he does, thumb finding the spot at the top of your clit, circling it in time with the pace of your hips.Every stroke is dizzy, electric. Jackâs too big for you, always has been, and he knows itâknows how you love being pressed full, stretched open, helpless to the pace he sets. He talks you through every second of it.
âThatâs it, babeââ One palm on your hip, the other splayed wide across the small of your back. âYou look so fucking pretty dripping on my cock.â He bites your shoulder, playful but sharp. You gasp and grind down, greedy for more, and Jack steadies you, hips working a small circle that makes your toes curl. He pets your hair, voice low and deeply satisfied.
âYouâre taking it so well. God, I missed this. Missed you.â You dig in and move faster, head thrown back. His hands frame your face, thumbing away the sweat, stroking your cheek like youâre something deserving of reverence or maybe just up-close study. âThere she is. Perfect. Perfect for me.â Youâre losing yourself, deliciously so, chasing the high he has always offered so easily. Jackâs words tumble over your skin, a feverish litany of praise: good girl; baby, you feel like heaven; canât get enough of you. The truck rocks harder beneath you, the air thick with sweat and rain and skin. Youâre sure youâll leave the cab smelling like fuck, and the thought of it almost unspools you completely.Jackâs face goes slack with pleasure, the line of his jaw working as he watches you fuck down onto him. You match his rhythm, making the truck bounce on its shocks, the whole world boiling down to the heat where youâre joined, the sweat running from your hairline, the feral edge of your pulse. You want to be quietâgod, you want toâbut every time he hits the end of you, a raw little sound tears from your throat, and Jack answers with a grunt, more helpless each time. Your hands dig into the damp muscle of his shoulders, sinking your balance there. He lets you set the paceâthe depth, the pressure, the angleâlike he knows exactly how much you need to take control. His own body barely stays contained, all of him trembling under the thin veil of restraint.
âGod, youâre so fucking perfect.â He groans, nipping at your neck. His praise unravels you, makes you whine as you bounce on his cock, thighs burning. âAtta girl,â he says, âjust like that, Jesus, just like that.â He meets you on the upstroke and it hits perfect, a whiteout, and you clench around him like you might never let go. Jack is nothing if not strong; he lifts you to change the angle, guiding your hips so you crash down harder, deeper, again and again. The stretch is sharp, and you whine, burying your face in his shoulder as he fucks you slow and full, savoring every inch.
"Shh," he soothes, running his thumb down your spine. "Youâre almost there. Let me hear you, angel." You can't quite control the desperate little noises that escape. He kisses your ear. "You can take it. Doing so good for me." Youâre moving fast now, wild, Jackâs hips rising just enough to punch deeper every time you take him. Every inch of skin is electric, a live wire zapping your brain blank. Your orgasm builds dizzy and tight, faster and meaner than you expect. Jack catches your jaw, turning your head so you have to meet his eyes. You shudder, a hot burst of light behind your eyelids. He keeps you steady as you come, clenching tight around him. Jack groans, curses, and thrusts up into you as you milk the finish out of him, swallowing every shiver, every desperate noise. He holds you there, buried deep, for a long moment after, greedy for the afterglow. You collapse forward, boneless. Breathing each other in, foreheads pressed tight. He doesnât let goâwonât, canât. The whole ER could be on fire and you think heâd still have you sealed up in his lap, heartbeat syncâd to yours.
âThere she is.â His voice is a blanket, the gentle drag of his hands up and down your back more soothing than the best sedative. âYou okay?â You nod, unwilling to move.
âGonna pass out,â you mumble. He laughs, wiping the hair from your face.
âWeâll just stay here,â he promises, amused. âIâm good with that.â
You shake your head.
âJack, your shift-â
âI can be a few minutes late. Lemme hold you for a sec.â You do just that, sprawling across his chest with your pants around one ankle, everything sticky and sweet. Jack pets you absently, tracing lazy circles over your spine as you drift through the delicious aftershocks. The world is a muffled, infinite cotton ball. If time stopped, you might thank it. Maybe you even pray, a little, in the hush that follows, your heart finally un-clenching for the first time in twelve hours. The windows are fogged so thick you could sneak a corpse out of a hospital and no one would clock it, but you're not here to think about bodies or work, only Jack's hand splaying gentle wide over your ribs, the low hush of him in your ear. You almost fall asleep. And then thereâs an unmistakable staccato rap on the passenger window. You freeze. For a second your brain decides itâs a hallucination, some ghost of a Code Blue haunting the concrete outside. But it happens againâa sharp, rhythmically certain knock, followed by a muffled cough. Beneath you, Jack tenses, but his laughâmuted and helplessâvibrates through your cheek and into your bones.
"Donât look," he whispers, which of course makes you look. You squirm upright but canât find your top, canât find shame either; youâre still impaled on Jack, legs numb and boneless and absolutely not prepared to deal with social reality. Jack finds your shirt one-handed and holds it out, the other locked across your hips. You squirm to pull it on, body full of glowing aches. His cock softens inside you as you wriggle, but you know heâs still hard as hell everywhere else: his eyes, his voice, the way he grins as if itâs all a perfectly reasonable misunderstanding. He rolls down the window a crack, like maybe itâs just a pizza delivery or one of his patients looking for their missing nurse. Rain pings the outside in fitful spatter.
Standing in the parking lot, arms crossed, is Dana.
And right behind her- Trinity. Dennis. Robby. Mateo. Princess. Perlah. Mel. Langdon.
Oh god.
Every single one of them. For one horrifying second, nobody moves.
Nobody speaks. The entire parking lot seems to fall into stunned silence. Dana's expression is completely blank. Which is somehow worse than if she were angry.
Trinity, meanwhile, looks like Christmas came early. Dennis is staring at the truck like he's trying to decide whether this is actually happening or if he's suffered some kind of stress-induced hallucination.
Mateo's mouth is hanging open.
Princess looks deeply entertained.
Perlah looks seconds away from bursting into laughter.
Mel has both hands over her face.
And RobbyâRobby looks directly at Jack.
Then at you. Then back at Jack.
"Oh." The single word somehow carries the weight of six months of secrets. Beside you, Jack closes his eyes. Slowly. Like a man accepting his fate.
"Jack," you whisper.
"I know."
"Jack."
"I know." Trinity immediately points.
"I knew it." The parking lot explodes.
"I told you."
"You absolutely did not," Dana shoots back.
"I literally did."
"You guessed every person in this hospital."
"And I was right eventually."
"Oh my God," you groan. You bury your face in your hands. You may never recover from this.
Ever.
Jack, apparently, has reached the same conclusion. Because he simply leans back against his seat and sighs. The sigh of a man whose life is about to become significantly more difficult. Robby rubs both hands over his face."For how long?"
Neither of you answers. Robby points.
"That silence is making me nervous."
"Six months," Jack says. The entire group erupts.
"What?"
"Six months?!"
"Six months?" Dana looks personally offended.
"Six months and nobody told me?"
"To be fair," Princess says, "that is objectively hilarious."
"It is not hilarious."
"It is a little hilarious."
"It is not." Trinity is practically vibrating.
"I need everyone to understand how validated I feel right now."
"You accused Jack of dating three different people."
"Details." You risk a glance toward Jack. To your surprise, he's smiling. Not embarrassed. Not annoyed. Smiling. The soft kind. The one that's been directed at you all evening. Robby notices immediately.
"Oh, that's disgusting." Jack laughs. Actually laughs. And suddenly everyone starts talking at once. Questions. Accusations. Celebrations.
A truly unreasonable amount of yelling.
The secret is officially dead. Gone. Destroyed. Burned to ashes in the employee parking lot. You should be mortified. You should be panicking. Instead, as Jack's hand finds yours beneath the chaos, a strange sense of relief settles over you. No more hiding. No more pretending. No more carefully timed exits and secret glances. Just the truth. Finally. Dana points at both of you.
"We are discussing this later." Trinity immediately points too.
"I have approximately four hundred questions." Mateo raises a hand.
"I also have questions."
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The first morning back at The Pitt after the parking lot incident feels different.
Not quieter.
Never quieter.
Just⌠louder in a very specific way. You donât even make it past the locker room before it starts.
âOhhh, itâs her,â Dana calls the second you walk in. You freeze.
âPlease donât start.â Trinity appears behind her like sheâs been summoned by gossip itself.
âOh, weâre starting.â You groan and shut your locker a little too hard.
âI hate all of you.â
âNo you donât,â Trinity says cheerfully. âYouâve just been promoted.â
âTo what?â
âMain character.â Dana points at you with zero hesitation.
âSix months.â You bury your face in your hands.
âCan we not say that out loud in public areas?â Robby walks past and doesnât even try to hide his grin.
âI, for one, support this development,â he says.
âYou would,â you mutter. Down the hall, you hear it before you see it. Jackâs laugh. Low. Amused. Infuriatingly calm. He rounds the corner holding a chart, coffee in hand like nothing in your entire life has been fundamentally altered. The second his eyes land on you, something shifts. Softens. Like it always does. But now everyone sees it.
âOh my God,â Dana whispers immediately.
âStop,â you hiss.
âIâm not doing anything,â she says. âIâm observing science.â Trinity leans in.
âHeâs looking at you like that again.â
âLike what?â
âLike he wants to fuck you in his truck again.â You make a strangled noise. Jack walks over without hesitation. Of course he does.
âMorning,â he says, like yesterday didnât happen. Like six months of secrets didnât explode into chaos. Like the entire hospital didnât witness your downfall.
âMorning,â you manage. His gaze flicks over your face.
âYou look tired.â
âI am tired.â
âDid you sleep?â You narrow your eyes.
âYouâre not my attending.â He smiles slightly.
âI can still ask.â Behind you, Dana makes a noise that sounds suspiciously like choking. Trinity is absolutely vibrating. Jack leans just a little closer.
âDid you eat?â You sigh.
âYes.â A pause.
âLiar,â he says immediately. You glare at him.
âYou donât even know that.â
âI do.â
âHow?â He glances at your locker. Then back at you.
âYou didnât pack anything.â You hate him. Deeply. Fiercely. Romantically. All at once.
âGo away,â you mutter. His mouth twitches.
âNot yet.â That does it. Dana slams a chart onto the counter.
âI cannot do this.â
âYouâre not involved,â you say.
âI am emotionally involved,â she snaps. âI was lied to for six months.â Trinity raises a hand.
âI was correct for six months.â
âThatâs not a personality trait,â you say.
âIt is now.â Jack finally steps back, but not far. Never far. Just close enough that his presence is still there. Still grounding. Still impossible to ignore. As the shift starts, it only gets worse. Because now everyone watches. Every brush of your shoulders in the hallway. Every time he hands you a chart a second too long. Every quiet check-in that sounds suspiciously like affection disguised as medicine.
âAre you sure youâre okay to take trauma bay?â Jack asks during rounds.
âIâve taken worse,â you reply automatically.
âI know,â he says. Too soft. Too familiar. Behind you, someone drops a pen. Hard.
By midday, itâs unbearable.
Youâre charting when Robby leans over your shoulder.
âSo,â he says casually, âhowâs domestic life?â
âI will transfer departments.â
âYou wonât.â
âI will.â
âYou absolutely will not,â Dana calls from across the desk. Trinity slides into the seat beside you.
âSo do you two argue? Or is it just intense staring and violation of hospital policy?" You slowly turn your head.
âIâm going to start requesting new coworkers.â
âYouâd miss us,â Trinity says confidently. You open your mouth. Then Jack appears behind her.
âStop harassing her,â he says mildly. Trinity spins around immediately.
âOh, now youâre protective?â
âYes,â he says simply. That shuts everyone up for exactly half a second. Then Dana goes,
âOh my God.â And everything falls apart again. By the end of the week, itâs official. You are no longer a person at The Pitt. You are a storyline. If you walk into a room, conversations stop mid-sentence. If Jack walks in after you, someone says âAwwâ at least once. If you so much as stand near each other for more than ten seconds, Trinity starts narrating it like a documentary.
âYou see here,â she whispers loudly, âthe couple in their natural habitat. Dangerous. Unsupervised.â
âIâm going to file a complaint,â you say.
âTo who?â Dana asks. âHR? About you dating your attending? Be serious.â Jack, of course, makes it worse. He starts showing up with your coffee without being asked. He fixes your ID badge when it flips backward. He quietly takes over your charts when you look like youâre about to pass out. Every single time, someone sees. Every single time, someone comments. And every single time, Jack just shrugs like he doesnât care.
Which is almost worse.
One afternoon, as youâre escaping to the supply closet for exactly thirty seconds of peace, the door shuts behind you. Jack is already inside. You stare at him. He stares back.
âYou followed me into a closet,â you say.
âI missed you,â he replies.
âIt has been twelve minutes.â
âExactly.â You groan.
âYouâre never letting me live this down, are you?â He steps closer.
âNo,â he says simply. Then, softerâ âBut Iâm not really trying to.â
Follow Up to:
The Loophole: Dark Wedding
A Solstice Sacrifice
The Debut
Little Bite One: Spend. His. Money.
Mating Rituals
MUST READ:
Little Bite Two: The Nightmare
Summary: in the wake of bad news, another Danforth cousin's wedding and post-wedding ritual brings you and Titus closer than ever, and you finally see why he has his reputation for violence.
Tags: age gap, blood sacrifices, human sacrifice, extremely graphic violence :)))), descriptions of bodily injury, lots of blood, sexual arousal over violent acts (duh), really bitchy and mean family members, more ursula background and sister behavior with reader :)))), slapping, biting, rough sex, choking, all that usual stuff, ritual sex (again!), sex on an alter table (trying again!), sex covered in your victim's blood!!!, unprotected sex (duh), mr le bail is kind of a pervert......
A/N: that summary kinda sucks but we're doing a duel! you really should read the nightmare drabble that is linked above or you'll be kinda confused about the beginning and missing some context needed! this is the second to last full part!!! couple more little bites coming tho!!!
this thing is 20k words y'all.............
AO3 Link if that's your preference
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Youâre not pregnant. Itâs totally fine. It doesnât bother you at all.Â
It doesnât bother you so much that you ask Titus to make appointments for both of you with the best fertility doctor in the world, just to be sure thereâs nothing wrong with you.Â
It doesnât bother you when that doctor makes a house-call, runs a million and one tests, and comes to the conclusion that both of you are perfectly healthy. This is just one of those things. Of course, she doesnât know that you two performed an ancient ritual that has worked hundreds of times to create an heir for countless families, thanks to the dark magic of the literal Devil. Â
It doesnât bother you to think about how Le Bail had his hands on you, how he looked at you from the fire and...for some reason felt he shouldnât give you an heir.Â
It doesnât bother you so much that you havenât had sex with Titus in...well itâs been about three weeks. It feels like a year.Â
At first, you retreat from him. You push yourself into your work with the Foundation, you disappear into your garden and your conservatory, you end up in bed next to him each night, smiling and talking about your days but distant the moment he puts his hands on you.Â
It doesnât really hit you how long youâve been in this slump, until Titus is getting ready to leave on his final trip to the West Coast Lodge construction, the last one he needs to do before the site is officially ready to be opened. The one he was supposed to take with you.Â
âItâs a whole week, Baby,â Titus says as you help him pack his bags, teeth gritted, hands clenched, whole body tense the way it has been since the night you realized the ritual had failed, since youâd woken up screaming from a nightmare you still havenât told him about. âYou donât have to be there the whole time, but I want you there this weekend.âÂ
âWell I...â your voice fades as you feel his arms wrap around you from behind, like waking you out of a trance. He doesnât need to vocalize the part where if you donât go on the trip, it will push your âbreakâ from sex to a month. âIâm just not sure...that Iâm ready.âÂ
Titus lets out a long, impatient sigh. He's been worse with his attitude lately, never directed at you of course, he turns his brattiness and petulance to anyone else he can, but you know itâs because of lack of connection to you. âBaby, you canât keep punishing yourself like this.âÂ
âIâm not punishing myself, Titus.âÂ
âWhatever it is youâre doing in your mind thatâs making you stay away from me, it feels like a punishment.â He turns you around, holding your hands in place at your side. âI want to fuck you.âÂ
You roll your eyes. âFucks sake TiââÂ
But Titus cuts you off with a hand to your jaw. He makes you look at him, at how hungry he is. âEnough, Little Lamb. Youâre keeping yourself from me. Youâre the one making yourself unhappy. So, the ritual hasnât worked yetâ"Â
âIt didnât workâ"Â
âIt hasnât worked yet. That doesnât mean we did anything wrong. It doesnât mean I donât want you just as much as I have since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Why are you punishing yourself?âÂ
Your lip starts to wobble, and your eyes grow sparkling with tears, chest tightening. âI feel like a fucking failure. Why would...why do you still want me?âÂ
âBaby,â Titus sighs, mournful furrow in his brow. âI love you. Iâm fucking obsessed with you. I donât just want to fuck you to make a baby, I want to fuck you because every time I look at you, I see the one person in the world whoâs just as much as monstrous animal on the inside, and I want to fall to my knees and worship you. Before you, sex was a hobby, just something I did for fun, to fill an urge, not something to bring me closer to another soul. I fucking miss you, youâre so far from me.âÂ
Your heart breaks at the cracking of his voice, the way his volume rises to almost a broken yell in his desperation. His eyes are wide, and as you look in them you can see a lifetime of loneliness, the handsome boy who everyone was too afraid of to truly get close to, unless they were trying to use his familyâs power in some way. The boy who scared his own twin sister at times, now has finally found the one person who not only never fears him, but embraces and craves his terrifying nature.Â
Your existence had been lonely so much before him, too.Â
âIâm sorry,â you finally whisper, brushing your hands up his chest, digging your fingers in so he can really feel your presence with him. âYouâre right, I was so fixated on this but...I miss you too.âÂ
âThen come with me like we planned, the jet will wait for you to pack your things,â Titus urges, voice sounding so youthful, hopeful.Â
âWell I...â you want to throw it all to the wind and say yes, of course youâll come with him now, but youâd thrown yourself into work during your slump, you canât just leave Ursula hanging so last minute now. âUrse and I are planning the Foundationâs Halloween Benefit, and we just sent out RSVPâs for the Familyâs Winter Solstice Banquet...I do need to work.âÂ
You feel his hands tighten their grip on you again, a flash of annoyance on Titusâs features, which quickly fades to acceptance. âAlright. Finish your work, I guess it will make it easier to focus on mine out there...but then Friday, come to me, Little Lamb. Let me show you what I built for you.â Then, leaning down to nip at your ear, kiss at the sensitive skin right below it, Titus whispers, âI canât christen it all by myself.âÂ
You bite your lip, color comes back to your face as you feel the skip in his heartbeat right under your hands. Like waking from another horrible dream. The lingering anticipation of whatever Titus has planned for you, makes you feel like yourself again.Â
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âThree weeks?â Ursula yells, falling into a fit of laughter so big she almost knocks her food off her desk.Â
âHey! Not so loud!â You snap, looking over your shoulder through the glass walls of her office.Â
Youâre having lunch in her office between your duties for the Foundation, a habit youâve gotten into since she moved you into the corporate offices a couple months ago. You have your own office, of course, but itâs so much more fun to eat with Ursula, she has all the gossip.Â
Itâs less fun when your sex life is the topic.Â
âIâm sorry, ha, I'm so sorry,â Ursula waves her hand, pulling herself together from her giggles. âI mean, that explains why thereâs been less servants on my side of the Estate lately. You know when you two get going they all run to the East Wing to get some peace and quiet?âÂ
âOh my god,â you whine, covering your face with your hands to try to hide your embarrassment. âI really donât want to talk about this with you.âÂ
âYeah, I donât want to hear about your weirdo sex life either, but you brought it up,â Ursula says, shaking her head and clicking her teeth.Â
Actually, you tried very hard not to bring it up, but she asked why you were so down and wouldnât stop pushing and pushing until you told her about the ritual. And how it didnât work.Â
âOkay well...sorry for that, I guess,â you roll your eyes. Itâs hard to actually be sorry for having really great sex with your hot husband, not matter how disruptive it is to the household. âBut I just...I donât understand. I thought Le Bail liked me. Iâve seen him twice.âÂ
Technically three times but you donât think Ursula wants to hear about Le Bail making an appearance during the sex ritual.Â
âYou won two of his games, of course he likes you. Probably more than he likes me and Titus,â Ursula says nonchalantly.Â
âThen why...â your voice trails off sadly.Â
âItâs not a guarantee that youâll conceive a child, itâs a request,â Ursula says with a shrug. âThe ritual didnât work the first time our parents tried it as well. They waited a whole year to try it again, and thatâs when Titus and I were conceived.âÂ
âReally?â You ask, voice laced with disbelief.Â
Titus hadnât mentioned that part. He made it seem like it was so easy, like him and Ursula were some gifts easily bestowed upon Chester and Violet Danforth being such great rulers in the High Seat. Maybe thatâs why heâs not as worried about this...Â
âI wish he told me that,â you mumble, taking a big bite of your sandwich. Â
âWell thatâs Titus for you, all action and no thought,â Ursula says, eyes flicking up and down at you. You were his biggest no thought action so far, not that Ursula is mad, she loves you very much.Â
âHow did you find out about you and Titus?âÂ
âOne of our aunts told me, she was very close to Mother,â Ursula explains. âThey figured Le Bail felt they werenât ready yet, maybe thatâs whatâs happening to you. I mean...you guys have only been married for a few months. Mr. Le Bail probably just wants you to like, chill. Have some more fun. Youâre not even out of the honeymoon phase.âÂ
You let out a light laugh, shaking your head. âWhen you put it like that...I sound a little crazy.âÂ
âYou joined Satanâs literal organization, so you are crazy,â Ursula says with a smirk. âBut you need to take it down a few notches, alright? Adapt to our way of living a little, and then you can add more little Danforth's to the mix.âÂ
âRight, thank you,â you say sincerely. She has no idea how much better just her words have made you feel. Â
âSpeaking of honeymoon phases,â Ursula starts, face dropping into an annoyed frown. âI assume you and Titus received the notification of Felicityâs wedding?âÂ
âOh, yes he mentioned something about that, donât we have to host it? As the High Seat branch of the family?â You ask. Youâre pretty sure this means youâre going to get to see a Danforth Wedding duel, and you really, really hope itâs Titusâs card thatâs pulled.Â
âYup,â Ursula sighs, pursing her lips. âDid he tell you about Felicity at all? And me?âÂ
âNo,â you say, carefully studying her face. Sheâs looking down at her glass, jaw tight, something like an angry fire forming in her eyes. âHe said I should ask you about her.âÂ
That makes her eyes snap up to you, with a look that almost makes you afraid to cross her. âWell, letâs just say this isnât her first marriage.â Then in a lower mumble. âAttempt at a marriage, anyway.âÂ
Your brows raise with curiosity. âUrse...you canât just leave me hanging. I told you something deeply personal.âÂ
âYeah a sex thing about my twin brother.âÂ
âOkay, fair. How about this, when we met, you tried to kill me multiple times.âÂ
Her mouth drops open in a scoff. âOkay, I had to do that.âÂ
âHmmm, okay thatâs also a good point,â you bite down on your lip, looking at Ursula with squinted eyes. âOkay, how about this? Your power hungry, psychopathic, murder and violence loving brother loves me so much, heâs actually so busy trying to make me happy that heâs agreed to share the High Seat of ruling the entire world with you.âÂ
Ursula opens her mouth to retort, but canât find a good enough argument against that. âFuck, thatâs a good point.âÂ
âYes,â you exclaim in victory. âTell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell meâ"Â
âAlright!â Ursula cuts you off with a deep sigh. âOkay. Felicity is one of our cousins, obviously, just a few years younger than Titus and I. And she has terrible taste in men, slimy losers who want to marry into our family for connections and all those gifts from Le Bail. Well, her parents donât usually approve of her marrying anyone, because theyâre all awful, except for her first marriage. He was...â her face falls. âHe was different.âÂ
Thereâs a moment of silence hanging in the air, as you watch the emotions play out over Ursulaâs face, and you realize this is something deeper for her. âWho was he?âÂ
âHe was my first love. My high school sweetheart.â Her voice is too calm, too controlled. Sheâs looking down at her food, poking at the salad with her fork, staring down at the way the prongs of the fork pokes holes in the leaves. âWe...we were together for a long time, and I loved him very much, but I made it clear I did not want to be married. Ever. We could live a life together, do whatever we wanted, be successful, but I didnât want to marry him. I didnât want to risk him having to duel Titus, or worse at that time, my father. I told him everything about us, Mr. Le Bail, the marriage game, and I thought he understood why he could never officially be in the family.Â
But then...well, during the fall after we graduated from college, he proposed to me during Thanksgiving dinner.â Ursula lets out a long breath through her nose at the memory of him standing up, in front of almost all of her family and his, and got on one knee as he pulled out this gorgeous emerald and silver rose cut ring. Everyone in that room had cheered, except for Ursula, Titus, and Chester. Titus looked like he wanted to kill the guy, which... Â
âWell anyway, it was ugly. I ran out of the room and we fought, and then he finally let me know that I was being selfish trying to keep all of my familyâs gifts from him. Turns out he really wanted in on all the Danforth and Le Bail deal-with-the-devil fortune after all. But I just...I knew if he had to duel then he would die and I tried to tell him that, but he wouldnât accept it. He accused me of not thinking he was good enough. Didnât really leave me much choice, and I was thoroughly disgusted by him, so I broke up with him.âÂ
âOh Urse...Iâm so sorry,â you say, reaching out your hand to hers. The frown on her face jumps into shock momentarily when you touch her, but her body quickly deflates into relaxation at your warmth. Itâs a level of intimacy sheâs not used to.Â
âThank you,â she replies sincerely. âI got over it, you know, but then...I found out heâd started seeing Felicity as soon as she turned eighteen. Two years after I broke up with him, we got the invitation to their wedding.âÂ
âLet me guess, he did the ritual and pulled Titusâs card?âÂ
âOh yeah,â she says with a small laugh. âFelicity was so smug about that whole day, pretending she was so sorry and things just worked out the way they were meant to blah blah blah, she really thought Le Bail would let her have him. The duel can go all night if needed, but Titus had him hog tied and beaten to a pulp in under twenty minutes. I think itâs the record for the whole family.âÂ
Damn, you really want to see that. Thank god this family started recording all of these the moment video cameras were invented.Â
âFelicity threw such a fucking hissy fit over it, we didnât have to see her at family events for like a decade,â Ursula says with a smug smile. âI can only imagine what kind of dreg of society sheâs convinced her parents to let her attempt to push into the family this time.âÂ
âShe sounds like a cunt,â you say bluntly.Â
Ursula nearly chokes on her drink in her fit of laughter. âYes, oh my god sheâs the worst. Listen we have like a million cousins, and half of them are annoying as fuck, but Felicity...sheâs always been jealous of me. She basically wants to be me. I was so angry about it for so long, but I guess itâs a good thing she does shit like this. Makes me look even better. Got rid of a terrible man from my life for once and for all.âÂ
You watch as the sadness leaves her face entirely. She looks so much like Titus right now, the way she can mask any hint of pain behind a smug demeanor, behind the knowledge that sheâs more powerful than pain itself. Youâve spent so much time with both of them, together and separate, and without meaning to, youâve studied their dynamic. They annoy each other, poke at each other, she babies him, he brushes her off like a bratty child, but...there is love there. Theyâre twins, brought into this world together. âTitus killed him for you.âÂ
âHm,â Ursula muses, clicking her tongue. âLe Bail had him killed for me, Titus made sure it hurt.âÂ
And the way she says it, sounds like thatâs more important than the act of killing in itself. Â
âSo, is that why you never got married? You didnât want to send them to die?âÂ
Ursula shrugs. âThatâs how it was with him, I really thought I loved him. But...I already knew I was going to have to share my power with Titus one day, Iâll be damned if I have some man walk in and think he can take a piece of it too. Besides, I sort of realized Iâd rather be independent. I have several lovers, and none of them expect anything more from me. The second they do, they get dropped. And if they donât like that...well letâs just say thereâs been a few of our seasonal guys that have been exes of mine that demanded just a little too much.âÂ
Her tone is so casual it actually almost shocks you. Youâre so used to Titus being the openly cruel and violence loving one, you forgot that Ursula has been raised to be just as vicious. Sheâs so much better at hiding it.Â
âWish Titus would have done that with Priscilla,â you mumble.Â
Ursula bursts out in laughter again, eyes flicking up and down your form with an amused smile that reminds you so much of the one you constantly get from her brother. âUnfortunately I think Titus kind of likes watching people get pathetically needy over him, and when he makes them leave he doesnât really think twice. That man dumped Priscilla last year for the last time and wasnât ever going to look back.âÂ
Thereâs a beat where you two share a look, both thinking about the memory of putting her in her place back at the gala. Ursula had laughed harder than youâd ever seen when you told her everything that happened that night, from Priscilla catching you and Titus in the conservatory, to you bashing her face into glass.Â
âYou know,â Ursula starts. âMy brother stayed a bachelor all this time because he honestly never thought heâd find someone who understood him. Even Priscilla, for all her nastiness, always talked about how if they married, she expected him to settle down with the Danforth traditions. No more, hunting, and fighting, and certainly none of that gross stuff I know you two are into.âÂ
âReally?â You ask but a big part of you already knows sheâs telling the truth. You feel it swirling inside your heart, the spirit of something that calls to the demonic force that was born in Titus Danforth. It was always going to live restlessly inside him, unsatisfied, unhappy, until you came along.Â
âOh yes, donât let him know I said this, but I think my brother has always been a bit of a romantic. Just, his form of romance is a very specific acquired taste. He never let himself search for it until you were put in our path.âÂ
The sincerity in her words only highlights what she really wants you to hear. You are the key to her brotherâs happiness, just like she said the night you all met. Just as he is the key to yours.Â
Why are you sitting here moping with her, when you should be truly happy across the country with Titus?Â
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The jet got you to Washington in the middle of the day on Thursday. You didnât tell Titus to expect you a while 24 hours earlier than originally anticipated.Â
No, it is way more fun to show up, tell the workers to take you to Titus Danforthâs quarters, not say a word on threat of death (which they know is literal), and then leave a trail of your clothes for him to the bedroom.Â
The text youâd sent him about how nice the room is, how soft and comfortable the bed is, while he was trying to finish a meeting had been unexpected but pleasant. He certainly was able to stay professional and continue on with finishing up his work.Â
And then about an hour later you sent a picture of you laid out on the bed with your fingers teasing the entrance of your soaking pussy and he was very much forced to call it a day.Â
The black panties you left on the doorknob were very quickly stuffed in his pants pocket for safe keeping.Â
âSo good to have you back, Baby,â Titus moans into your mouth, fingers replacing yours inside you, as he braces himself for your first pleasurably sleepless night in a month.Â
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Over time, you and Titus find your way back to each other, just like you had been since the start, hot and heavy and obsessed, magnets pushed together by all the worldâs forces. Â
The West Coast Lodge has its grand opening just in time for the Holidays, when you and the Danforth Twins host the familyâs annual Winter Solstice ritual. This year, however, there was an added bonus of participating in a ceremonial hunt for the familyâs sacrifice. Most of the extended branches of family were too put together in their fanciest clothes to want to partake, but a party of about twenty, including you and Titus, took to the woods around the Lodge to hunt down the victim.Â
The sacrifice was some guy who tried skimming off the Danforthâs profits from their new vineyard. The one they acquired after the untimely demise of the Le Domas family. Since it is technically your vineyard, Titus took it as even more of a personal offense, to the point you were surprised the man even made it to the Solstice.Â
Naturally, you and Titus caught him first, kissing over his dying body after Titus let you smash the guyâs legs to bits with his Warhammer. This is also after Titus shot him just below the spleen. Youâd found it very amusing how heâd still tried to run away.Â
Almost the entire family, the branches you had yet to meet, got a very clear lesson on just who you were. Many were terrified the twins managed to snatch up someone so similar to them. A few were happy Titus now has someone to focus all of his infamous psychopathic tendencies on.Â
Not everyone was there, however. The most notable absence was Felicity. According to one of her sisters, a quiet, mousy girl closer to your age than Ursulaâs, she was spending the holidays with her fiancĂŠ in Australia, borrowing one of the Danforth villas all for herself. Ursula had half a mind to call their property manager to have her kicked out, but you convinced her to let it go for now.Â
After the family festivities, you and Titus retired to the Master Suite where you gave him a small present. Heâd thought it was hilarious that you gave him a Christmas present, but was stunned when heâd opened the tiny box to reveal a gold pentagram pendant hanging from a gold chain. Itâs intricately hand carved with the face of a goat in the middle, and tiny little rubies.Â
He loved it so much and since he didnât have anything for you, he returned the favor by going down on you for an hour. You came so many times you lost count and basically passed out.Â
Time went on, you and Titus spent New Years in Granada at the cottage you purchased, breaking in every surface just like heâd promised, neither of you caring if it resulted in a baby or not. You were determined not to worry about that anymore, to enjoy the time and love between you and Titus just as you are. Â
Between all the sex and holidays and working, Titus also gets you in with his trainers, because if Felicityâs new husband pulls whatever card gets assigned to you, he wants to make sure you can truly beat him. You argued that you won two whole hunts without any training, but he wouldnât hear it.Â
Secretly you think he just wanted an excuse to watch you shoot a gun or wield a sword and daggers, or even better, roll around and dominate an expert fighter in nothing but a sports bra and tiny shorts.Â
He liked it even better when you practiced on him.Â
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February 14th.Â
Ursula found it incredibly cheesy and lame and tacky that Felicity would choose Valentineâs Day for her wedding, and if it were anyone else you might have defended the decision. Â
The West Coast Lodge, that Titus had built in your honor, designed to embody everything that reminded him of you, is dolled up in pink and white, like a cheap candy dream. You liked pink and white, Titus had bought you entire sets of knives and hand-crafted pistols in those colors, but something about seeing so much of it in ribbons and banners and gaudy flowers of all kinds leave a sick taste in your mouth.Â
At the rehearsal dinner, Felicity had tried to argue with Titus about staying in the Master Suite, since it was to be her wedding night after all, but he threatened to shut the whole thing down and send them to a sleezy chapel in Vegas instead. Nobody but you and him were allowed to ever stay in that suite, not even Ursula. Granted, he made sure his sister had her own personal quarters in the Lodge as well.Â
Felicity mostly ignored you, beyond an overly polite introduction, and venomous, sharp eyes directed at Ursula. She kind of looked like Ursula too, full lips, round eyes, long blonde hair, but thereâs this sense of alertness in the way Felicity holds herself, like sheâs trying to force her way onto a pedestal that Ursula was born into. Like sheâs aware that nobody in any room that Ursula is in would look at her twice.Â
Maybe thatâs why she stole Ursulaâs boyfriend all those years ago, or rather placed herself into Ursulaâs role with him. The Danforth name is the most powerful in the world, but not being born to Chester means you are still a lesser person, especially in the eyes of Le Bail.Â
Youâre pretty sure you catch Felicity trying to flirt with Ursulaâs date when nobody is watching. Graham, a concert pianist who has been one of Ursulaâs many steady lovers over the years, made eye contact with you from across the room, rolling his to show how he could see right through her act.Â
The ceremony takes place in the afternoon in a Chapel next to a mass garden that Titus had filled with your favorite breeds of flower. The Lawyer is there to officiate, with his usual too cheerful smile. Â
His speech is much different to the vows youâd had to make with Titus in the Black Temple, a show for the guests attending who had no idea about Le Bail, and the fact that the Danforthâs arenât just the richest family in the world, but in fact the ones who pull every string.Â
He is happy to see you, even gives you a wink as you take your seat in the front row.Â
The ceremony is quick, to the point, Felicityâs FiancĂŠ, now Husband, Fitz Harrison, gives some overly syrupy dribble about finding the love of his life and belonging in her world, blah blah blah. Many of the guests ooooh and ahhh over it, but you see right through his words. The implication that he is meant to be part of the Danforth familyâs deal with Le Bail.Â
You start to see what Ursula and Titus say about her.Â
The early evening reception goes by in an almost monotonous blur. Sure, plenty of guests have a good time, many are dancing and drinking, you even take to the floor to dance with Titus, but mostly you are waiting around until the guests have all gone, and the only thing left to do with the family is the duel.Â
Much of the reception goes along the same lines as your time at your first Gala, with people youâve never met and never heard of coming up to essentially pay tribute to the wife of Titus Danforth. There are significantly less openly rude people this time, the rumors of just how youâd put Priscilla in her place having spread under the breaths of almost everyone in high society.Â
âI hear the wife is a total psycho.âÂ
âNo, please, sheâs nice. Nicer than Ursula, anyway.âÂ
âNot what I heard at all! You know at the double or nothing, she caused the entire El Caido line to be exterminated, when she could have just gotten away with killing the father and running off with Titus.âÂ
âShe was fighting for her life, I hardly think thatâs fair.âÂ
âIâve seen the footage, the girl is an animal. Three high families gone completely because of her. Those poor Le Domasâs...âÂ
âThatâs on Alex. You know, I heard he didnât even tell her about any of the contracts. Itâs not her fault she had to survive.âÂ
âWell she survived like an animal. No wonder Titus liked her so much, heâs just as bad. Thereâs something seriously wrong with that girl.âÂ
You overhear some of the cousins, who think theyâve found a hiding spot off in the corner, out of earshot of any other guests. They have yet to notice you standing off to the side, as you wait for a refill on your drink. Maybe you should be insulted, but their petty comments just make you smirk, quietly chuckle to yourself. Â
âDidnât you see what she did to Priscilla? Poor thing. That girl is a monster, she could snap at any one of us.âÂ
Okay, yeah that pisses you off. If Priscilla is telling everyone what happened between you two, it seems she left out the part where she tried to fuck another womanâs husband.Â
Youâre about to turn and set them straight, when Penelope appears at your side and sweeps you away, having heard their little annoying chirping as well.Â
âShe was invited to this, you know,â Penelope says, in her usual blatantly excited to gossip tone. âItâs probably not a surprise, but Priscilla and Felicity are actually pretty good friends.âÂ
You smirk at her from behind your wine glass. âOh? Why ever would she stay home then?âÂ
âSeveral little birds have told me that Priscilla is banned from any and all Danforth owned properties, probably from risk of death.âÂ
You almost choke on your wine in your effort to hold in your laughter. âSo where is she?âÂ
âMy aunt said sheâs somewhere in Europe recovering from reconstructive surgery, but I also heard they canât erase the entire scar.âÂ
âGood, it will be a nice reminder for her not to try to fuck things that arenât hers,â you say with a shrug.Â
âHa!â Penelope lets out a loud giggle, covering her mouth and turning away from the faces that turn to the two of you. âYou guys are so fucking crazy, I love it.âÂ
Your giggling together dies down as youâre joined back by your husbands, Titus wrapping his arm around your waist as he flicks back the sleeve of his dress shirt, peaking at his watch. He lets out an impatient huff, jaw tight and lips pursed. You think he looks adorable.Â
âRelax, dear Brother,â Ursula cautions, sauntering up next to you, small glass of whiskey in her hand, sheâs gripping it so tight her knuckles have gone white. âThe sun is almost down, this shit show is on its final minutes.âÂ
âWell it needs to hurry the fuck up, Iâm ready to get this over with,â Titus snaps, hand tightening on your side. âAlso, the cake was dry. Felicity and this fucking guy leech off our money and they canât even get a decently made cake?âÂ
âIs that why youâre going to take pleasure in...whatever youâre going to do later?â Penelope asks, sly smile on her face. She wonât be allowed to watch, as sheâs not in the family, but sheâs very familiar with the Wedding Rituals of Mr. Le Bail. Â
Titus snorts. âIt will be one of the reasons, thatâs for sure. If itâs even me, maybe this time Le Bail will let Ursula do the honors of ruining Felicityâs fun."Â
âIt would have been more fun if I got to do it the first time,â Ursula mumbles, before glancing at you. âMaybe Mrs. Danforth will get to do her first one.âÂ
You look up at Titus excitedly, as he smiles down at you sweetly. He licks his lips before giving you a small kiss on the cheek. âNow that I would enjoy very much.âÂ
Youâre about to say something to agree, when a cheerful, sing-songy voice cuts in. âSo sorry to interrupt, Ms. Danforth, Mr. Danforth,â The Lawyer says as he walks up, looking at you with a more intense smile as he finishes, âMrs. Danforth. I will need Titus to escort me to the Black Temple, as the architect of this...opulent resort, he will need to assist me in preparing for tonightâs final event.âÂ
Holding in his frustrated sigh, Titus isnât interested in being parted from you for too long tonight, as per usual, your husband reluctantly lets go of your body, gritting his teeth. âOf course, happy to show you the way.âÂ
âLovely to see you again, by the way, Mrs. Danforth. You seem to be assimilating to the High Seat quite well.â Then, in a lower voice, The Lawyer leans in to tell you, âMr. Le Bail is very pleased.âÂ
And even though a small, horrible voice in your head tells you not to believe him, your heart still swells with warmth, nerves racing. âTh-thank you.â Â
 You give Titus a quick kiss as you let him go, and the Lawyer gives you a wink as he turns.Â
âFuck, that tiny little man is so creepy,â a grating voice with a valley girl-like accent says in a disgusted tone behind you. Â
Your face falls into a frown, and you look to your side to find Ursula scowling. She sucks in a silent breath through her nose, covering her annoyance with a smile that doesnât reach her eyes, and stiffly turns around. âFelicity, my goodness you really make the loveliest bride.âÂ
âEven better than the first time wouldnât you say,â Felicity hums, her eyes sharp like a viper, satisfied bragging in her tone.Â
You donât miss the way Ursula tenses. âWell, hopefully tonight goes better for your new man.âÂ
The grin that has been sitting firmly on Felicityâs face for two days faulters for just a moment, before her eyes widen in her effort to keep control on her expression. âFitz is much more suited to Le Bailâs lifestyle, believe me. He already runs successful businesses all around the world, multi-millionaire even without any deals.âÂ
She lets the part where the Danforthâs are billionaires who could buy and dissolve any of his businesses just for shits and giggles stay unspoken.Â
âHm,â Felicity hums, choosing to ignore the obvious sarcasm in Ursulaâs words. Finally, her attention turns to you.Â
Her eyes rake up and down your body, studying you, calculating the perfect thing to say to someone who has been given everything she has ever wanted for her life. In her mind, youâve had it easy. You just had to marry Titus and you were handed everything the highest seats in the family get. She doesnât even consider the violence you had to endure in such a short time to get here. Youâre a bug that belongs under her boot.Â
âLovely dress,â She says, though thereâs no kindness in her voice.Â
You look down at the lilac colored dress that Titus had picked out for you. It has layers of sheer fabric on the skirt, and a corseted bodice that hugs your waist and pushes your breasts up. He also picked out the white pearls that sit in three layers on your neck. You know you look beautiful, and it must kill her.Â
âThank you,â you say, glancing down at her own dress. White and basic but covered in Swarovski crystals to make it look more expensive. Itâs probably a ten thousand dollar dress, but it could have been bought at Macyâs for $150.Â
âSo sorry I havenât had the chance to properly welcome you into the family, I simply was too busy this year with my own engagement to attend all the Danforth events. Congratulations on winning over my cousin, Titus can be a hard man to please, and I know so many of the women who have tried.âÂ
Sheâs trying so hard to push you, but itâs not anything you havenât already heard from the other jealous girls of High Society. Â
âIâve been welcomed plenty, trust me. Ursula is teaching me everything I need to know.â Â
âOh, Iâm sure,â Felicity grins, toothy but no emotion in her eyes. âIâm surprised, though, Ursula was never one to take someone under her wing, even her own family.âÂ
The look she shoots at Ursula would be lethal if given to anyone else, but itâs only met by an exasperated laugh from your sister-in-law. âOh you have got to be joking meâ"Â
âUrse!â Grahamâs voice interrupts as he walks up from the side, holding two very full champagne flutes in his hands. The sound of his voice instantly calms the fight brewing inside Ursula. âThe Governor and his wife are asking for you, they want to say goodbye for the evening.âÂ
âWonderful,â Ursula grits, snatching one of the flutes and downing its contents in one gulp, before glaring back at Felicity. âIâll see you soon.âÂ
Felicity just rolls her eyes as they walk away, then turns her attention back to you. âI see she hasnât changed at all, still the snotty, self-centered brat sheâs always been.âÂ
âFunny, she says the same things about you,â Penelope scoffs.Â
âRelax, Pen, whatâs a little playful insulting amongst family?â Felicity says, eyes still firmly scanning up and down you. âSpeaking of which, I think I'd like to spend a little time getting to know my new cousin, if you donât mind.âÂ
But she doesnât leave much of a choice when she grabs you by the elbow and snatches you away. You turn back to Penelope with a pleading look in your eyes, but she just sighs and throws her hands up in defeat as youâre dragged across the hall.Â
âYou know, Iâm sure those two have filled your little head with all sorts of horrible things about me,â she starts, patronizing. âAnd Iâm not going to deny any of it, but youâre new here, so Iâll give you my own lesson in what it means to be a Danforth.âÂ
âI canât imagine I have anything useful to learn from you,â You spit, shaking your arm out of her grip. You could walk away, go off to find Titus or join Ursula and Graham, maybe even run back to Penelope or Elton, any of the allies you have in the room, but something in you tells you to stay. The little monster inside is curious about just what Felicityâs game here is.Â
She scoffs. âHow about the perspective of someone from outside the main branch of the family? You got fucking lucky joining them, you know? I just happened to be born from the wrong Danforth brother and because of that, Iâm cursed to a lifetime of second best.Â
What did Ursula tell you about my first husband? Hm? That she loved him and was so disappointed when he wanted nothing more than what every single person in this room would want? A piece of the power over the whole world? Oh, how awful of him!âÂ
You look around as you stand in the middle of this room filled with old money blue bloods, new age elite, and various members of government, world movers. How many of them are part of Le Bailâs organization? How many of them would kill to be? Itâs something so secretive that you may never know every single family that is a part of it. And...you sit at the very top of it. By complete happenstance.Â
If you hadnât pushed Alex Le Domas to marry you, this would never be your life at all. A twinge of pain begins to stab like a needle at your heart, as you realize whatever Felicity has to say about you could be right.Â
âI donât care what the twins have said to you, I loved that man, and I had to watch Titus bash his skull in on what was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.âÂ
You can only imagine the glee on your husbandâs face as he did. âAre you really throwing a bitch fit thirty years later, because of something everyone who marries into the family is at risk of?âÂ
Her face contorts, jaw locking and twitchy as her emotions move from fiery anger to a calm that barely contains it. âEveryone but you, right?âÂ
You hold in any response you can think of. You donât owe her an explanation, she already knows everything you had to do to join the family. Nobody who has ever married into the Danforthâs has had to kill as many people as you have.Â
âI wouldnât look so smug about your little kill record, or Titusâs, by the way,â Felicity sneers. âFine, I want what the twins have, I want that high seat. And yes, weâre allowed to kill family members, but thereâs only one time where killing that family member guarantees you the High Seat.âÂ
Your face hardens, cold anxiety shooting up your spine. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?âÂ
âYou and the twins didnât think Iâd get married to someone who could be so easily defeated by one of you again, did you?â Felicity says with a patronizing laugh. âFitz is a world class athlete. Golden gloves boxer, Olympic medalist power lifter, trained in archery, javelin, sharpshooting, you get the picture. Youâve seen him, heâs twice the size of you and Ursula, and younger than Titus, more fresh. No matter which one of you he duels, he will crush your bones into dust. And I will get that High Seat. Then whichever two of you are leftover, Iâll have fed to the dogs.âÂ
âYou fucking cuntâ"Â you hiss as you raise your hand, caught between wanting to deck her in the jaw or strangle her in front of all these people.Â
She steps back with a wicked smile. âAh, ah, ah, you canât do anything to me until after the duel. Hasnât Titus told you any of our rules?âÂ
You freeze, stilling the movement of your hand with every ounce of self-control that you have. Eyes from all around start to hone in on you, the small scuffle between you and Felicity bringing in attention from various guests. Â
She doesnât seem to care as she continues to taunt you. âHm, I can see why Titus likes you so much, youâre a feisty one. And I would have thought Le Bail would like you too, but from what I hear, you might have fallen out of his favor.âÂ
âWh-what the fuck does that mean?â You scowl at her. Â
âWell, itâs my understanding that you and Titus tried a little ritual recently,â Felicity sneers, stepping into your space, looking down at you. âAnd it looks to me like it didnât exactly work, hm?âÂ
You gasp, eyes widening with horror, lip shaking. You look around the room, at the eyes on you, unsure if they can hear your conversation, but a horrifying voice screaming at you that they can. They know, they all know youâre a failure.Â
âH-how did you...â but you canât force yourself to finish the question.Â
âHow did I find out? Ha,â she laughs, shrugging. âYou need special materials for that ritual, and thereâs only so many people you can get them from. Fitz and I...we want to make an heir of our own. Iâm getting a little...â she purses her lips tightly, â...older, so we are going to ask Le Bail for his blessing and, well, the Dark Priest we went to mentioned he just filled a similar order for the heads of the Family. But, well, you donât look pregnant to me.âÂ
You want to scream. You want to shove her on the ground and beat her to death with the closest blunt object. You want to rip her hair out and shove it down her throat. But you stay still. You let our deep breaths, doing your best to not let her see just how much sheâs getting to you. But youâre failing at that too.Â
âFitz and I will be trying it on that lovely alter table in the black temple, as soon as heâs killed...well, whichever one of you whoâs card he pulls but fuck,â Felicity licks her lips. âI really hope itâs yours.âÂ
âFelicity!â Titusâs gruff, booming voice breaks through the noise of guests, music, and her vile words. She jumps slightly, eyes snapping up over your shoulder to where your husband and the Lawyer approach. When you turn to look, you see his dark eyes narrowed, with an intense hatred you donât think youâve ever seen before. âWhen it comes to speaking about Mr. Le Bail, or my personal business, you better hold your tongue around outsiders,â he spits, putting a protective arm around your waist, âor I will let Mrs. Danforth cut it out.âÂ
You look up at him with a smile, eyes twinkling under the light as all cold and anger melts away from your body. âLet?âÂ
Titus smirks down at you, as though to silently say, let me pretend I have a say.Â
Behind you both, the Lawyer looks at Felicity with a stern frown, shaking his head. âMrs. Harrison, Mr. Le Bail is very clear about how he feels about discussions of the organization in public places. If you continue, he will be...very upset.âÂ
The visible gulp in her throat, a sign of genuine fear, brings a sick delight to you. Â
âO-of course, sir, it wonât happen again,â she assures him through gritted teeth.Â
The Lawyer keeps his frown at her for just a moment longer, before instantly changing it to a much too perky smile. âWell, I believe things are winding down here anyway, shall we prepare for the rest of tonightâs events downstairs?âÂ
The three of you nod, and Titus sends out a message in the family text to alert the others that it is almost time, before guiding you gently out of the ballroom. You feel Felicityâs scheming eyes on you the whole way.Â
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The Black Temple in this Lodge is much grander than the one at home. Twice as big, in the shape of an oval, with black marble flooring and a pentagram shaped table at the center. The stairs descend down in a spiral around the room, framed by a black metal railing thatâs been intricately twisted and carved to look like thorny vines. Â
On the opposite end of the bottom of the stairs is a large fireplace, jutting out from the dark grey stone of the wall, in the shape of a screaming goat, the horns twisting symmetrically in curves along the wall. The eyes are dark onyx that shines in the light of the fire. Â
In front of the table sits a small circular gate in the ground, the opening to the goat pit, which currently sits empty.Â
Pyres line the walls, filling what should be a cold basement room with rich warmth. There are dark wood shelves lining the walls, filled with old spell books, crystals, candles, herbs, and all sorts of other materials needed for various rituals.Â
Itâs beautiful, every piece of it made specifically to what Titus thought you would love. Â
As you enter the room, arm in arm with Titus, you notice a set of items sitting on one of the shelves. You recognize the heart candle for the mating ritual, and your throat starts to burn with bile that you swallow back down.Â
Most of the family retire to their rooms in the hotel section of the lodge, but a few of the extended branches join you in the Temple. Itâs not a requirement for every single Danforth to be there, but most enjoy being witness to the duels, the ones who are almost as cruel and sick in the head as Titus.Â
You are soon joined in the center of the room by Ursula, Felicity, and Fitz, who gives you a twisted smirk. He drags his eyes up and down your body, licking his lips, like a predator planning his next meal.  You cringe and look away, holding on tighter to Titusâs arm.Â
The Lawyer waits for everyone to gather around, Mr. Le Bailâs book carefully laid out on the alter table, open to a blank page, as he pulls a set of golden playing cards from his pocket.Â
He looks up around the room with a giddy smile. âWell, everyone all set?â The room falls silent at his question, you suck in a nervous breath. âExcellent! We gather here today to honor a possible new edition to the Danforth Family, by performing the sacred tradition, the duel. Â
For those who may be unfamiliar, I will go over the rules as agreed upon by Mr. Le Bail and William Danforth the third, the original signer of this illustrious familyâs contract.â He looks at you, tilting his head as his lips close in a more friendly smile just for you. âA face card from this deck,â he holds up the golden cards, showing them to the room, âis assigned to one of the heads of the household, in this case, Ursula and Titus Danforth as they are twins and sharers of the High Seat, and Mrs. Danforth, as their equal. The spouse will draw a card, and if it is one assigned to a head of the house, that family member must participate in the duel. If they draw a numbered card, the Spouse is automatically entered into the family, per Mr. Le Bailâs wishes.Â
The duelers are permitted to use any weapon at their disposal, from any era. They will begin at exactly midnight, and continue until the death of one of the duelers. After which, the sacrifice will be taken back down here to the alter, their blood emptied into the goat pit, along with their body, in offering to Mr. Le Bail.Â
If the spouse is the winner of the duel, their branch of the family takes over as head of the household while the former head and other branches...â he pauses, smile faltering for just a moment as he watches your eyes widen, the memory of the total annihilation of the Le Domasâs flooding back to you. âWell. Iâm sure you can all guess. As is the fate of the entire Danforth line, should neither dueler be successful in killing the other by sunrise.âÂ
Murmuring fills the room, and again you feel everyoneâs eyes fall to you. They also remember what happened the nights of your first two weddings, the complete destruction of multiple High Council families. This time, however, itâs not judgement you read from their faces, but rather fear. So much death caused by such a little, young thing, and now she stands ruling their family with Titus.Â
âBecause of the realignments of the head of the Danforth family because of the passing of Chester Danforth, we will begin tonightâs ceremonies with a reassignment of the cards. Then, Mr. Fitz Harrison will draw to determine his fate, if he draws one of your cards, you will have half an hour to prepare before we must meet on the dueling grounds. Understood?âÂ
The main group of you all nod, and you watch as The Lawyer lays out the cards on the table, face side down. Â
âStep forward each of you, and select your cards. These shall be your cards for any future marriage rituals, until the day another reassignment must be made.âÂ
You, Titus, and Ursula step up to draw your cards, each of you placing a hand down on one at the same time. After a count from The Lawyer, the three of you pick your cards up simultaneously.Â
Ursula draws the Jack of Clubs, you draw the Queen of Diamonds, and Titus draws the King of Hearts.Â
He chuckles when he sees Ursulaâs card. âDemoted.âÂ
She rolls her eyes, elbowing him in the side. âItâs not a demotion.âÂ
âHail Satan!â The Lawyer interrupts, sending the twins a warning with his eyes. âAs Le Bail has wished, the cards are assigned. Mr. Harrison, please step forward to learn your fate.âÂ
Felicity makes a show of kissing him first, pulling him in by his cheeks and moaning into it, earning an annoyed groan from each of you. Fitz turns to the Lawyer with a cocky grin, as the cards are all put back and shuffled. The lawyer spreads them out on the alter table, in a gorgeous gold circle, then steps back to allow Fitz to make his pick.Â
As he steps up, looking directly at you from across the alter table, thereâs a wild, hungry look in Fitzâs eyes. You wonder what kind of things Felicity has told him about you three, why would he be singling you out? Because your fights are already family legend? Or because Titus took Felicityâs first spouse...so that debt can only be paid by Fitz taking his.Â
Either way, his look makes your skin crawl. It reminds you of how the High Council families looked at you when fighting for the seat, the little lamb for their slaughter, the one obstacle between what they all had truly wanted. Everyone except Titus, who had looked at you with deeply immense sadness, because what he wanted was you.Â
Fitz places his hand on one of the cards, keeping that same overly delighted smirk directed at you, until he flips his chosen card over. The smile shakes, so minutely that you almost miss it, as he picks up the card.Â
The King of Hearts.Â
An excited hum fills the room from the other family members, as Ursula and Titus chuckle, and Felicity lets out a frustrated whine.Â
âTitus Danforth, Mr. Le Bail has tasked you with the duel. You have half an hour to prepare in any way that you need,â The Lawyer says, as he writes out a small contract for the duel on the blank page of the book. Â
He takes Fitzâs hand and pricks his finger, directing the man to sign his blood, and as Titus does the same, he looks at Felicity with a grin filled with fake pity. âSo sorry, dear cousin, you seem to have just the worst luck.âÂ
âThatâs what you think, Titus,â she grunts, snatching her husband away as soon as sheâs able to. Â
It should bring you relief to know that Titus will be the one taking the field. Heâs the most experienced with duels, after all. Heâs the violent twin. Heâs the one just as brutal as you are. Â
But.Â
Somewhere in the back of your mind, the image conjured up by your dreams, your nightmares, of him laying in the grass covered in his own blood, fills your every sense. Â
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The Master Suite is dark, with only the light of the moon shining through the windows, and the orange glow from the fireplace. Titus sits on the edge of the bed, securing the buckles of his black hunting gloves to his wrists. You stand against the door across from him, as you have been for the last twenty minutes, silently watching him prepare.Â
On the way up to the room, Titus had tried to comfort you, to joke around and point out that you wanted to see him fight, but your anxiety prevented you from finding the humor in it. When you entered your quarters, youâd given him a big kiss, held on as tight as you could to his arms, his neck, his face, memorizing every piece you could with your touch.Â
Now you lean against the door, taking in the look of your husband, scanning every inch with your eyes. Â
âThink Iâm going to break my duel record tonight, bet I could have him finished in under ten minutes,â Titus says, voice almost too casual for your current comfortability. âSometimes I let them go on for fun, you know? Iâll let them run away and hide to build up the suspense, make it better for me when I finally get the kill, but I donât think Fitz deserves that.âÂ
You donât respond. The silence hums between you. Barely a breath escapes your lips. You donât think itâs all that funny.Â
He took off his tuxedo jacket, laid it carefully on the back of the vanity chair off to the side, but heâs kept on his white button up shirt and black dress pants. The chain you gave him glimmers in the light from the fireplace. Your eyes follow the path of it down his neck.Â
Over his shoulders sits a black leather holster that holds two giant hunting knives that sit easily accessible on either side of his waist. His war hammer is strapped to his back, and he throws a bandolier around his shoulder as well, as he sits and loads an old family hunting rifle.Â
You think he looks...well he looks fucking hot. First off. The way he carefully loads the rifle, clicking it into place and checking it over, the way his silver curls still sit perfectly styled, practically shining in the moonlight, the way he bites his bottom lip as he concentrates. Itâs almost upsetting how sexy he is.Â
âLittle Lamb,â his voice breaks through the foggy silence of the room again, as he looks up at you. âCome here.âÂ
You glance at him with nerves you thought youâd left behind long ago. But you do as he asks, sliding into his lap, one hand around his shoulder, as the other pushes into his soft curls. His eyes flutter shut and he leans into your touch, smiling softly. Youâve done this a thousand times by now, calmed him by petting him, showing him an affection he hasnât had since he was just a young boy.Â
âDo you think youâre ready?â you ask, voice quiet.Â
His eyes flash open, and he looks at you with a frown. âBaby, this is what I do. You have nothing to worry about.âÂ
âIâm not I just...Felicity was saying some things...âÂ
Titus snorts. âYeah, Iâm sure that bitch was saying lots of things to get in your head, but you shouldnâtââÂ
âSheâs doing the mating ritual.â You say bluntly. âYou heard what she saidâ"Â
âSheâs not doing shit because that man is not making it off the grounds alive,â Titus says sternly. He gently pushes a stray strand of your hair back behind your ear, leather-covered thumb caressing the soft skin of your cheek. âI know you like to think itâs you, but I'm the strongest in this family. Iâve been waiting for a chance to really show you what I can do.âÂ
And that finally earns a little smile from you. âWell...when you put it that way...âÂ
âMhm,â Titus hums with an amused grin. âI know you want to see me rip that man apart. I know Iâm bringing all this, but Iâll do my best to strangle the life from him with my bare hands, I know thatâs what you really want to see.âÂ
An excited shudder races up your spine, as you let out a shaky breath, heat blooming between your thighs. âFuck, yeah, I really, really do.âÂ
âCourse you do,â Titus chuckles, tightening his grip on you, fingers denting into your jaw, just on the edge of pain that you love. âIâll make sure to give the cameras a good angle when I choke him out, but I donât know actually...I could kill him like that, but wouldnât it be more fun if he died bloody? Leave bits and pieces of him on the green for the grounds men to clean up.âÂ
Your body contracts at the thought, the image of Fitz spitting up his own blood in Titusâs hands. âKill him however you want, just make it hurt.âÂ
âThatâs my girl,â Titus grins, pulling you in for a kiss.Â
You moan into it, slipping your tongue into his mouth and tasting the alcohol and cigar smoke leftover from tonight. Your teeth latch onto his top lip and you bite and pull hard, Titus whimpers as a cut is formed, and his blood drips into your mouth. You suck it in, eyes rolling back in your head from the taste that sends electric sparks deep into your body. Â
You want him to feel it when heâs out there. You want him to touch it with his tongue while he fights to win the sacrifice, a physical reminder of who his blood belongs to.Â
A soft alarm interrupts your kiss, much to both your annoyance. Thereâs only a couple minutes of prep time left, which means he has to make his way to the dueling ground.Â
You slip off his lap to stand up, but Titus pulls you to him again, kissing the swell of your breast just above the line of your dress, before resting his head against your chest. He brings a hand up to your stomach, pressing his fingers into the soft fabric. âWe can try again, you know. After I win, after I kill that motherfucker for you. Felicity was so nice to gather everything we need for it.âÂ
You suck in a breath, fingers finding the gold chain, and you gently pull it form under his shirt, twiddling with the pentagram nervously. âI-Iâm not sure...âÂ
âItâs okay, sweet baby, you can decide during the duel and tell me after,â he says, standing up so he can tower over you, darkness filling his features. âBecause I am coming back to you. I told you I would kill a hundred people for you, well Iâd destroy this whole fucking world to be in your arms again. One pathetic man will never keep me from my Little Lamb.âÂ
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The duelers are led out to the fields on the rear side of the Lodge, surrounded by hedges and tall trees, small bushes of flowers and soft lanterns lighting the paths. The first time youâd walked it with Titus, you thought it was so romantic, but now it stands as a field of death.Â
The family members who wish to observe are taken to the club room, where a wall of various tvâs shows every single inch of the fields, in full high-definition color, with working microphones. A major improvement to past Danforth Wedding Duel viewings.Â
You sit in the middle of the room, not trusting your feet to hold you up enough to stand like everyone else. Â
Ursula brings you a short glass filled with their finest Danforth Whiskey, neat. Something to calm your nerves.Â
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âGentlemen, please take your beginning stances,â The Lawyerâs voice booms over a loud speaker across the field. Â
Titus and Fitz stare at each other from about 50 yards away, Titus pulling up his rifle, and Fitz placing his hands on two handguns in his waist holster. Itâs practically silent, barely a brush of wind or sound from forest animals to distract Titus from the blood pumping in his veins, rushing through and heating his body.Â
âThe duel will begin in 3...2...ââ The sound of a grand clock striking midnight rings throughout the club room and the field, and instantly after the first bell tolls comes the sound of a gunshot.Â
Titus shoots a second time, swearing to himself, as Fitz dodges by rolling to the ground. Titus gets another shot off, and then loads another as he stomps across the field, teeth gritted as he watches Fitz roll towards the tree line.Â
âFuck,â Titus hisses, shooting again as he watches Fitz duck behind a tree, missing again. He was expecting a little bitch of a challenge, was hoping for it so he could really give you a show, but he didnât expect Fitz to be so quick. Titus catches him leaning over to try to get a look out at him, and aims quickly before shooting again, splintering the tree but missing Fitz again. âYouâve gotta be fucking kidding me.âÂ
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âFitz is so fast, he was on multiple Olympic track teams, you know? And All State in high school and college,â Felicity brags, earning interested hums from the other families in the room. She looks down at you with a pleased smirk, basking in positive attention for once. Â
You want to scream. You want to throw the glass in your hand at her and slit her throat open with the shards. You want to get in her face and remind her that Titus is a monster. Heâs killed dozens of men and women like Fitz.Â
But you stay in your seat, downing the last drops of the whiskey as your eyes stay glued to the screens. Â
Ursula gives a nod, and an attendant comes over to fill the glass again.Â
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As Titus goes to load his rifle for the third time, he hears a rustling from the trees, and looks up just in time to see Fitz raising his own guns at him. Titus drops to the ground before Fitz can get a shot off, pulling the rifle into his chest and rolling onto his front. Â
He squeezes an eye closed and aims again, this time managing to hit one of Fitzâs guns out of his hand.Â
âAhh! Fuck!â Fitz shouts in pain, dropping the smashed gun to the ground. His hand burns, wrist stinging, and he quickly leans back behind the tree as he clenches that fist shut. His face breaks into an amused smile. âGood shot, old man!âÂ
âNot that much older...â Titus mumbles, loading another round into the rifle. He shoots towards Fitzâs tree again, more as a warning shot to keep him back than anything actually meant to maim.Â
With Fitz still stunned, Titus takes the opportunity to jump up from the ground and run to the trees. He's not going to go right for the other man, heâs still got one good gun, and inside the forest itâs going to be harder to get a clear shot with his own gun, but he wants to get closer. He can do the most damage with his hands.Â
He doesnât bother to stay quiet as he moves through the trees, wants Fitz to know heâs coming, and when he circles enough to spot the man leaning up against the trunk, Titus raises his gun with a smirk. âGotcha.âÂ
âFuck,â Fitz swears, eyes wide as he ducks again, just in time for Titusâs shot to hit the spot on the tree right where his face had been a second ago. He yelps as he lands on his bruised wrist, but manages to still himself in time to get a couple shots off his other gun.Â
One of which rips right past Titusâs arm, grazing the skin with a painful force that enough to knock him over. âAhh!â Titus yells, dropping his rifle and grabbing at his arm, where a small cut bleeds through the white of his shirt. He pulls his hand back to stare at his own blood, eyes dark with anger. âLittle punk.âÂ
Thereâs no time to sit a stew over it, because Fitz starts shooting again, and Titus twists his body behind another thick tree, chest heaving and jaw tight. Â
The gun goes off until itâs out of bullets, and Fitz is swearing and throwing it to the side.Â
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âHa! First blood spilled tonight is Titus!â Felicity giggles, the sound like nails on a chalkboard to you. âPerhaps my dear cousin has lost his touch.âÂ
Youâre on your feet in half a second, without even thinking, eyes wild as you stare her down with barely contained rage. You want to scream that actually the first to spill Titusâs blood tonight was you. In a kiss, the only way it should be spilled, in an act of love. By the only one who deserves it. The one who owns his blood, his soul, his heart. Youâre about to leap across the room to strangle her, when Ursula shoves you down by the shoulder.Â
She leans down and whispers right into your ear. âYou cannot touch her until the duel is over. Get it together.âÂ
With a deep breath, you close your eyes, and remained in your seat, fingers going white where they grip the glass.Â
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With no way of knowing what else Fitz has armed himself with, Titus uses the moments of near silence to take his chance, and break into a run towards the other man. He jumps over bushes and fallen branches, ignoring the leaves and little twigs that scratch at him as he runs, raising his rifle again. Â
He shoots again once Fitz is in view, just barely missing the manâs shoulder, and then heâs on him. Titus grips the barrel end of his rifle, smashing it into Fitzâs cheek, a loud crack echoing from the breaking of the manâs nose.Â
âFUCK!â Fitz yelps, ducking a grabbing his nose, his own blood pooling in his hand. He manages to dodge Titusâs next hit, grabbing the rifle and using all of his strength to keep Titus from hitting him with it again. Â
They both groan from the exertion of fighting for control over the rifle, teeth gritted and voices rumbling. Fitz is able to win out, twisting the rifle in Titusâ hands, forcing him on his back on the ground, and Titus lets go. He quickly rolls away, as Fitz lets out a wild yell, throwing the useless rifle somewhere far off into the woods. Â
âNice try, old manâ"Â
Titus scoffs at the taunt again, spitting up at Fitz, the saliva staining his cheek. As he stands again, he reaches to his sides, hands gripping both of the large, serrated hunting knives. Â
The light from the moon is bright as it shines through the trees, combined with the orange and yellow glow emitting from the Lodge. Itâs enough for the high-tech cameras to catch all the action, but to Fitzâs human eyes, Titusâs silhouette comes through as a hulking figure, something monstrous. Something not human at all.Â
Fitz blanches, eyes widening as he wipes the spit from his face and backs up. His hands shake as he reaches behind, swallowing a large lump in his throat.Â
âTalk all the shit you want, one of us has won dozens of these duels, and the other is a fucking idiot who thinks a few little tricks are going to impress Le Bail.â Titusâs voice is low, gravelly, menacing. It almost sounds like two voices in one, the other growing from somewhere deep within the fires of his soul.Â
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You stand up, eyes wide as you walk closer to the TVs, with your free hand you press your finger on a screen with an overhead shot of your husband. Even from all the way out here, you can see his true form. The shadows make it seem like heâs walking through black smoke, the knives in his hands shine, and you wish more than anything that you could have a closer view. Â
What you wouldnât give to be standing alongside him, still allowing him to take the lead in the right, but able to see every detail of his power up close.Â
Behind you, a few murmurs reach your ears, Felicity snickering and goading them on. Theyâre all watching you in this trance, and theyâre...laughing. Taunting you like theyâd done during the reception.Â
Your hand clenches, and you turn back to her, straightening your spine with your jaw clenched. âYour husband looks a little scared,â and your gaze moves to the other cousins that had dared to join her side for even just one small moment, âdonât you think?âÂ
Several faces fall from their smiles, terror growing in their places, as the cousins all look away, nodding to agree with you instead.Â
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Fitz backs up with that same wide-eyed expression, injured hand held up in the air, not in surrender but rather to keep some sort of barrier between them, while the other remains behind his back. His back hits the trunk of a massive tree, thick and winding and old, and he sucks in a breath.Â
âEnjoy your final moments kid, I know I will,â Titus smirks, stopping only a meter away from the man, holding one of his knives up in line with his face.Â
He slashes the knife, Fitz yelps and ducks, and Titus slashes again, managing a deep cut on the manâs arm as he tries to get away. But before Titus can strike again, Fitz pulls the weapon heâd had hidden behind his back, an antique crossbow.Â
âOr Iâll enjoy yours, fucking bastard!â Fitz yells, carelessly shooting his first arrow.Â
It swipes past Titusâs face, sharp point just barely grazing his cheek, a line of red staining his freckled skin as he hisses. His eyes narrow as he wipes the blood with the back of his fist, keeping his knife raised as a shield against the next arrow flying towards him.Â
He breaks into a run in a circle around Fitzâs body, avoiding the barrage of arrows that follow in quick succession. Â
Once behind Fitz, Titus launches into him, slashing his bad arm with the knife again, cutting deep, and blood splatters onto both Titus and the ground.Â
Fitz screams in pain, but he gets upright again, running in the opposite direction. Titus throws one of the knives this time, nailing Fitz right in the leg, and the cut is deep as Fitz reaches down to yank it out. Â
âGet back here and fight me like a fucking man, you pathetic little child,â Titus screams as he chases after him. Fitz disappears into the dark of the trees and Titus stops short, chest heaving as his breaths come out ragged, a tiny smile on his lips. A little droplet of blood trickles down his cheek from the little cut, but he can barely feel the pain from it now. âWhere the fuck are you?âÂ
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Anger boils from somewhere deep in your belly at the sight of your husbandâs blood trailing down his beautiful face. You have half a mind to turn around and take it out on Felicity, who has gone back to postering about her man.Â
But everything else about Titus is so fucking erotic to you. The power he displays, the lack of fear, the hunger that had flashed in his eyes when heâd spilled Fitzâs blood. Your body heats up, eyes growing black, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning.Â
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Titus stays low as he moves through the trees, eyes scanning the shadows to find any sign of Fitz hiding from him. He really thought this was going to be a harder fight.Â
A soft crack sounds from behind Titus, and he snaps his body around to chase it, grunting and growling, like a feral wolf zeroing in on its prey. Â
Another arrow zooms by, and Titus knows heâs close by the sound of the crossbow clicking coming to his ears. He runs through a row of trees and into a clearing, where Fitz is crouched on is good knee, teeth gritted as he does his best to keep his strength up and shoot off a few more arrows. He yells a cry like a falling warrior as he presses the trigger over and over again, until finally he runs out of amo.Â
Before he gets a chance to reload, Titus throws his other knife, and it lands smack into the mouth of the crossbow, rendering it useless. Fitz swears, loud and broken and desperate, as he throws the crossbow as hard as he can at Titus.Â
It hits him roughly on the shoulder, a few splinters of wood cuts into his skin through the thin dress shirt, but Titus isnât deterred. Â
He has one weapon left, but heâs saving it.Â
Fitz clearly came unprepared, as he scrambles to his feet and runs at Titus full force, no more weapons for him to choose from on his person. At the last second, Fitz throws a handful of rocks at Titusâs face, who squeezes his eyes shut for only a millisecond to avoid being blinded.Â
Butâs just enough time for Fitz, Titus grunting from the pain, and then Fitz is on him.Â
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You gasp as you watch Fitz tackle your husband to the ground, and their hands meet in the air, Titus pushing up and Fitz trying to break free from his grip to punch him.Â
âThere we go,â Felicity says delightfully, smacking her lips. âTitus really is out of practice, this is where my Fitz really shines. Iâm going to enjoy this very much.âÂ
You rear around again, and again Ursula stops you, stepping between your body and Felicityâs. âIgnore her. This is where Titus shines too.âÂ
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Titus is able to launch Fitz back off his body, and both men race to their feet, raising their fists.Â
Itâs Titus who makes the first move, swinging a hard punch to Fitzâs left, then following it with an uppercut when the first attempt is dodged, nailing him in the jaw. Â
Fitz yells, then starts swinging wildly. Both men exchange blows, and punch to the cheek, to the nose, both bruising spitting out their own blood, but neither really getting the upper hand.Â
Again, Fitz launches into Titus, yelling through the pain of Titus punch him over the shoulder as he uses all his strength to force the man into the closest tree. Titusâs back hits it with a heavy thud, and his head snaps back, smacking against the trunk as well, sending him reeling.Â
Finally, for the first real time tonight, Fitz gets the upper hand in the fight. He knees Titus in stomach, doubling him over, and he spits blood down at the man with a triumphant grin. He grabs Titus by the hair, yanking his neck back, slamming his face into the tree, the wood cutting more little lines into his skin.Â
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âNo,â you whisper, raising a hand to your lips. Itâs not supposed to be like this. The cut you gave Titus is still the biggest bruise left there on his lip, but the sight of his blood spilled by someone else gives you flashbacks to that sleepless night.Â
Behind you, Felicity giggles. âYes.âÂ
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Fitz tosses Titus on the ground, kicking him in the stomach as hard as he can while heâs down. âThis is who I was supposed to worry about? Huh?âÂ
âFuck you,â Titus coughs, choking blood up from his throat, still dizzy from the hits to his head. Â
âPathetic old man,â Fitz growls. He grabs Titus by the neck, one hand wrapped tight around it and he rears the man up, bringing them face to face again. âAll this for your cunt sister? And that whore wife of yours...thinks sheâs one of us? What could you possibly know what to do with a pretty young thing like that, anyway? From what we heard, you couldnât even knock her up. Useless.âÂ
And that... that breaks Titus out of his daze real quick. Words against him and Ursula are an annoyance at best, but you? No sleazy piece of shit, lower than dirt human will raise their tongue against you and expect to live. Titusâs heart starts pumping double time, and he sucks in deep breaths, hands clenching into white knuckled fists at his sides.Â
âMaybe before weâve drained you, Iâll ask Le Bail if I can keep her for myself. As soon as I win, Iâll make it a command that I can have as many wives as I please,â Fitz says with a low, menacing laugh. âAlready got Felicity so I can have the power, Iâll take your sister, and your little bride. Show her what itâs like to have a real man.âÂ
The moment of taunting laughter from Fitz is all Titus needs to make his move. He punches hard down on the knife wound on Fitzâs leg, grabbing it and squeezing, as the manâs scream rips through the night, and he lets go of Titusâs neck.Â
Cracking the exhaustion out of his neck, Titus slowly stands tall, towering over Fitzâs pitiful body, and he reaches over his shoulder to pull out his final weapon. Â
The Warhammer comes down hard on Fitzâs already injured leg, smashing the bone to bits and breaking it entirely. The manâs strangled cry is music to Titusâs ears, and he licks his lips. Â
The hunger grows in his belly, the scent of blood and bones floods his senses. Titusâs body starts to vibrate, the sickly sweet adrenaline coursing through his veins causing a smile to break out on his face. The shadows and moonlight create an image, to both Fitz and you watching through the screen, of an angel of death.Â
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âShit!â Felicity screams, throwing a glass on the ground from her own bratty frustration, the fragments shatter across the floor. âItâs not fair!âÂ
Her snooty, bragging smile had left the moment Fitz started talking about taking you as a wife. She knew not only did he mean it, but that saying it to Titus would mean his end. Â
You had twisted with disgust in your throat, but itâs reformed into something completely different now. You watch as Titus raises his warhammer, and slams it directly into Fitzâs ribs, and the crunch of bones is so loud you can hear it through the cameraâs microphone. Â
Your eyes go wide in an eager smile, saliva forming under your tongue. Your thighs clench and you know youâve soaked through your panties already.Â
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The sound of bones breaking echoes through the trees, as Titus jams the warhammer into Fitzâs spine, most likely snapping it in two. Â
Titus lets out a thrilled laugh as he watches Fitz crumble in front of him, and he drops the weapon to the ground. Thereâs still a little bit of life left in the man, but Titus will snuff that out soon.Â
He rips his leather gloves off with his teeth, pocketing them before wrapping both hands around Fitzâs neck. Thereâs no fight left in Fitzâs fading eyes, as Titus squeezes his throat, crushing the veins under his hands. He wants to feel the life fade from Fitz without a barrier. Small, choked out breathes escape the manâs lips, eyes and skin turning red from the blood vesicles popping, tongue lolling out to the side.Â
âYouâre a worm of a man and I am a fucking god,â Titus groans, voice deep, dark. âYouâre never gonna get these hands on my wife. Or yours ever again.â Then Titus brings his lips right to Fitzâs ear, hissing as he declares, âIâll see you in hell, when I come to rule it.âÂ
His hands press down on the manâs throat until he hears a distinct crunch, and all the light leaves his eyes, as a final breath is caught between the bones.Â
His body falls to the ground with a heavy thud.Â
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Felicity lets out a roaring scream, falling to the ground in a fit of tears.Â
You bring your whiskey back up to your lips with a satisfied, needy smile.Â
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After a few moments of staring down at Fitzâs spent body, blinking as he takes in the pathetic form of his latest victim. Â
Then, without much more thought, Titus picks up his warhammer again, fingers tapping the handle before wrapping around it tight. He knows thereâs a camera hidden in the tree right across from him, and somewhere in the clubroom where youâve been forced to wait, youâd have the perfect view of him. You saw every part of it. You heard the vile things this piece of meat had to say about you.Â
He raises the warhammer above his head, and lets out an animalistic yell as he brings it down on Fitzâs head, smashing his skull to bits. The blood splatters up on him, staining his white shirt with beautiful red splotches, and smattering over his face in an arching pattern.Â
Titus looks right down the camera, as though piercing right through to your eyes, and he licks his lips. Â
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The glass presses into your bottom lip as your mouth is dropped open, eyes wide and hungry, staring at how your husband eviscerated Fitzâs skull with his warhammer.Â
âYup,â is all you can say, attention never leaving the screen. You want to get this part over with. You stare at the screen at Titus, covered in blood, looking like a demonic king. His muscles ripple through the lines of his shirt, and you want to get your hands on him more than anything. You want to scratch down his chest, leave red marks with your nails, spill his blood onto your hands, and then you want to clean him off with your tongue.Â
Ursula giggles, âGross.âÂ
She glances over at Felicity, who is sobbing hysterically, hand covering her mouth as she watches in horror, as for the second time in her life, Titus Danforth has killed her husband. âYou are fucking monsters, all of you!âÂ
Ursula starts to take a step to her, but you beat her to it, finally dropping the glass and forcing her to move back until she hits a wall. âYouâre pathetic for ever thinking you and that piece of garbage could take our place. We have the High Seat, not because Titus and Ursula were lucky to have been born to the right branch of the family, and not because I got lucky being thrown at them like a fucking sacrificial lamb. We have it because we are the strongest and the most vicious. Le Bail doesnât settle for anything less. You are a lesser being.âÂ
Felicityâs mouth opens and closes a few times, but no words of response seem to come. Her hands clench at her sides, fingernails like claws that look ready to pounce. And as much as sheâs allowed to do it, she knows very clearly now that itâs a fight she will lose.Â
âNow, now Danforths,â The Lawyerâs chipper voice breaks through the tension. His smile reaches wide to his ears and all the way into his teeth, toothy like a cat. âWe must retire to the Black Temple and complete the rituals. Mr. Le Bail does not want to be kept waiting.âÂ
The room begins to clear out, with Felicity running out first, wiping the tears from her eyes, sobbing and calling for her mother. The others look at you, eyes full of fear and reverence, and you just know they finally get it. Not only are you one of them, youâre the best of them.Â
âIf only Titus got to see that,â Ursula whispers to you with a wink. âCome on,â she says, wrapping her arm in yours, and guiding you out of the room.Â
You give her a smile, but your mind is elsewhere. It races with images of the fight, memories of every night youâve spent with Titus, the feeling of how your power has grown within your own body, thanks to yourself, yes, but through him. Your mind is made up.Â
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By the time you enter the Black Temple, itâs already filled with about fifty other Danforth family members, the ones who wanted to be there for the final part of the ritual. Â
Titus stands in the middle of the room, Fitzâs dead body laying on the ground with a trail of dark red blood from where Titus had dragged him into the room. He hasnât bothered to clean any of the blood off his face or arms, he knows this is how youâll want to see him, the spoils of his fight.Â
And your breath is taken away as you emerge at the top of the stairs, giddy and buzzing and relieved, and so fucking turned you feel aggressive. You want to scream at everyone to leave so you can rip Titusâs blood covered clothes from his body and take his cock in your mouth or you pussy or wherever he wants you, however he wants you.Â
You run down the steps, Danforths parting left and right to stay out of your path, and you leap into his arms. Not a care is given to the blood that now stains your lilac gown, as you catch him in a deep kiss, tongue licking into his mouth, teeth biting down on the mark youâd given him, as you both whine into it. Â
You give no thought to your audience, as you glide your fingers into his soft hair, sweaty and wild from his duel. He smells like the woods, the blood, his own natural musk, and you just want to get your tongue all over him. You want to kiss the cuts on his cheek and arm, the bruises on his body that someone else put on him, replace every single one with a mark of love from you. Â
This is how he felt the night you got married, and had traced over every war wound youâd received. Â
A cough comes from behind you, not impatient, just the Lawyer trying to move things along. Ursula appears at your sides, giving Titus a soft pat on the back.Â
Titus carefully lets you down, but keeps you close in his arms as the Lawyer goes through the steps of the ritual. He leads the room in a few chants, a few Hail Satans, and he pulls out the ceremonial knife, handing it to Titus.Â
With a devious smile directly to Felicity, who stands angrily staring the three of you with her jaw clenched, Titus drags whatâs left of Fitz over to the open goat pit. He holds the body just over the mouth of the pit, yanking the neck back so itâs exposed, and as The Lawyer reads the last of the rites, Titus slits the skin of its neck, and fountains of blood pours into the pit.Â
The room breaks into a chant of HAIL SATAN! And the fires of the wall sconces, candles, and grand fireplace grow to greater heights.Â
The last drops of blood are drained from the body, and Titus kicks it into the pit, then raises his knife in a triumphant pose, as cheers break out through the room. Â
Your eyes shine as you take in the scene, the entire family giving praise and thanks to a successful duel. The whole reason theyâre all still standing here and not blown to bits of bloody goo, is because Titus won. That is who the three of you are to the Danforth clan. Itâs more than just head of a family or a kings and queens.Â
Your heart thumps deep in your chest, and you wrap a dainty hand around Titusâs hard bicep, bringing his attention back to you. And he can see it in the rise of your chest, the look of sheer hungry fire in your eyes. You need him. Â
âMr. Danforth, congratulations on another successful duel, Mr. Le Bail is very proud, you of course have his approval again,â The Lawyer says, as you both turn back to him. His eyes meet yours again. âBoth of you.âÂ
You suck in a breath, gaze moving to the set of shelves just beyond him, to the heart candle and ritual materials that Felicity had gathered. âTitus,â you sigh, tugging on his bloody sleeve, looking up him with a pleading expression. âTitus...I canât wait any longer.âÂ
A puzzled frown settles on your husbandâs face for just a moment, until he realizes what you mean, and the excitement blooms as heat in his chest. âYou sure, Little Lamb?âÂ
You nod, then look over at Felicity, who stares pitifully down into the pit. âJust one more thing, and then...âÂ
As though reading your mind, Titus cuts you off with a kiss, placing the family knife in your hand.Â
âEveryone OUT!â Titus shouts, hand tracing up your back, thumb rubbing impatiently on your skin.Â
âNot you, Felicity,â you snap, as she tries to leave through the crowds of family members. A few stray eyes remain on the group of you, but they all know better than to try to stop what will inevitably happen next.Â
Ursula is the one who blocks her path, twisted smile on her face. She understand what the two of you had planned, but sheâs the one whoâs been waiting decades for it. âSorry, did you think you would be walking away from this?âÂ
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â Felicity spits. Mascara has run down her face, her lipstick is smudged where sheâd rubbed it around while crying, and her hair sits out in wild strings. Â
Sheâs never looked worse. Ursula is so happy. But she waits until the other witnesses from the family have left you all alone. âThose things you were saying to my dear sister-in-law today about her and Titus, and me even? In fact, the shit youâve been saying about me for years? Youâre done getting away with it. You are the weakest, most pathetic, branch of the family tree, and we are done trying to nourish you.âÂ
âI wanted to cut you off years ago, after your first marriage, actually,â Titus says with a shrug. âBut this guy today? Wow. You really know how to pick âem. You werenât even good enough for him alone, you heard what he said about taking my wife and my sister? That thing didnât even like you that much.âÂ
You giggle as you watch the red hot anger seep into her expression. Titus gives you a small pat on the back, encouraging you to step forward. That feeling deep inside, that voice that goads you on, reminds you how good it feels to split someoneâs skin, to take a life, it is screaming at you. It fills your veins with electric venom, and you look to The Lawyer for quick approval.Â
He smirks and you and bows his head.Â
âWeâre allowed to kill family members.âÂ
The last thing you see before pure red and white fills your vision is the look of horror on Felicityâs face, the last thing you hear is her blood curdling scream echoing through the temple. You black out completely, and when you come to, Felicityâs body lays at your feet, twenty stab wounds covering her, red blood staining her wedding dress and your own, the knife clangs to the ground.Â
The feeling of Titusâs hand on your back brings you back. âWonderful, my little lamb, Iâm so proud of you.âÂ
Ursula kicks Felicityâs body into the pit with her husbandâs, and then brushes her hands clean. âWell, that was our best wedding since...well yours I guess. Mr. Lawyer, shall we? I think the happy couple needs some alone time.âÂ
She reaches out a hand and The Lawyer takes it, assisting her in exiting up the stairs. Ursula throws you one more wink, before shutting the grand doors behind her, leaving the two of you alone.Â
Thereâs only one second of quiet, one humming pause in the room filled with thick tension, before Titus is on you.Â
His mouth crashes into yours and his hands grab all over, digging into the fabric of your dress, mixing the blood stains from Fitz and Felicity. Titus pulls down on your dress until it pools at your feet, and youâre surprised he didnât just rip it to shreds. Â
Youâre about to make a joke about it, when Titus lifts you and carries you over to the alter table, biting down on your neck. He whimpers at the taste of blood on your skin, and places you down gently. You moan at the feeling of his warm, hard body against yours.Â
Itâs all frantic, the way you grab at each other, the way you kiss and bite all over, the way your hands push at the leather holster on his shoulders. You shove it to the ground with a clunk, then grab at his blood-stained white shirt, the force of which pulls apart the buttons. Â
With a whimper, Titus lets you rip the shirt open and scratch down his chest, as your lips move to kiss over each little cut left by the trees on his cheek. Â
Mournfully, Titus pushes back, just by a foot, to get a better view of you. Both your chests are heaving, rising and falling from the rapid breaths you both release, the same rapid beating of your hearts, but he canât take his eyes off the white lingerie set, lacy and soft, that you put on just for him.Â
âYou look like an angel,â he says breathlessly, eyes full of awe.Â
Even if you werenât covered in little splotches of blood, youâd still find the comparison to be hilariously ironic, in a place like this. You reach out, fingers wrapping around the pendant you gave him, and you tug him forward with the chain, pulling his warmth back into you. Your tongue licks at the cut youâd left on his lip. Â
âTitus, stay with me,â your voice is low, velvety. You link your free hand with his, spread your legs just slightly, and bring the hand between them. âWhen I was watching you out there...fuck. It was everything I wanted, everything I thought youâd be. Youâre so fucking strong, so fucking terrifying, my big powerful man.âÂ
âYeah?â A wicked, toothy smile breaks on your husbandâs face, eyes wild. âI look like a monster?â Youâre nodding before he even finishes asking. He flattens two fingers against the thin layer of lace that covers your slit, soaked through completely. âThat monster is all yours. I told you I would kill for you, my love. They could make me fight a gauntlet of a hundred fucking useless vipers like that thing, and Iâd destroy them all for you.âÂ
âI know,â you moan. âI loved it. Everyone in that room could see it, they all knew what I wanted to do you, to thank you...to reward you.âÂ
âYou donât needâ"Â
âShh,â you let go of his hand, press those fingers to his lips instead. A shudder runs through you when he reacts by rubbing his fingers up and down your pussy, and your hips buck into him, voice cracking when you continue. âTitus, I want to try again. Itâs all I could think about watching you. I wanted you so bad, I was ready to rip my clothes off and run through those woods completely naked so you could fuck me next to his body, I didnât care who was watching.âÂ
âFuck,â Titusâs voice shakes, and his eyes roll back, body contracting even closer to yours.Â
âIâm ready to try again, you were right,â you whimper, yanking harder on his chain to pull his attention back to you. âShe brought everything here for us. We gave Mr. Le Bail two sacrifices, showed him why weâre the strongest, the most worthy of holding his high seat,â your face falls down into a pout, âand I want you to fuck me, like how you killed your prey, here in the temple you built for me.âÂ
And Titus hears it in your voice but thereâs something else in it. Something rumbling and shadowy under the words, something reverberating in your voice. Something pulls him into a trance, mind zeroed in on only you.Â
âYes, Little Lamb, letâs make an heir.âÂ
Itâs cold when Titus rips himself from your body, running quickly to the shelf to grab the materials, and you rush to grab the knife from the ground. You hear Titus mumbling out the spells as he draws a messy pentagram with chalk in the center of the table. Thereâs no careful placement of materials tonight, no ceremony about it, Mr. Le Bail will have to forgive you.Â
Titusâs fingers shake as he lights a match to set the heart candle ablaze. When everything is set, as good as itâs going to get tonight, he pulls you into a deep kiss, ripping the bralette from your body. He just canât stop himself from leaning down and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, as your back arches into his touch.Â
You tear the rest of his shirt off, careful not to irritate the cut on his arm from the fight. His mouth doesnât leave, moaning and whimpering as he sucks the hardened nub into his mouth. One of your hands slides into his hair, scratching at his scalp, holding him to you for just a little longer.Â
He finally lets go and snatches the knife from you, quickly pricking both of your fingers, kissing you as he draws the symbols on your bodies; a pentagram on his chest and one over your womb.Â
You reach down to unbuckle his belt, and youâre about to wrestle him out of his pants, when the memory of a sick thought from earlier shows back up in your mind. Â
âTitus, c-could you, um,â you bite your lip, almost too excited to even say it.Â
âWhat, Baby? Whatever you want, you can have.âÂ
âCan you wear the gloves?âÂ
A devious smirk cracks onto Titusâs face, and he stands up straighter, looking down at you curiously. Thereâs no argument when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the black leather gloves heâd dawned earlier, eyes never leaving your aroused face as he carefully slips them back on. Titus leans over you until your body hits the edge of the alter table, and your back arches on it. His hands land flat on the table on either side of you, strong, muscled arms bracketing your body, trapping you.Â
âYou want me to fuck you with these on? Oh, Baby,â He laughs, cruel and teasing, and so fucking turned on. âWhat me to bruise you with these on? Hm?â He grabs your face and you moan at the feeling of the rough leather on your jaw, eyes shutting from the pleasure. âWant me to treat you like a piece of meat? Like some thing Iâm hunting in the forest? Can I spank you with these on too? Hm? Bet itâll be so much easier to mark you up with leather rather than just my hands. That what you want?âÂ
âYes,â you whine, grabbing at his forearms, not to move him, but rather because you already feel your legs going weak, and you need the anchor. âPlease, Titus.âÂ
He does what you want, rears back his hand to give a slap on the cheek. It's lighter than what heâd normally do, but you still react beautifully to it. You let out a quick squeak, eyes going wide but dark, wanting, and your body pulses from the impact.Â
âFuck, look at you,â Titus moans, and he suddenly turns you around, pushing your front onto the table. âSo needy for it,â he says, voice quiet, mostly to himself, and full of admiration. Somehow, a small part of him still canât believe someone like you exists, just for him. He drops to his knees behind you, and tugs your panties down your legs, wrapping them around his wrist for safe keeping. âSo needy for me.âÂ
He slaps your ass, and the leather creates such a delicious sting on your skin. You hiss and he spanks you again, then gives one of your cheeks a quick bite as he stands back up. That makes you gasp and squeak again, and you look over your shoulder at him, eyes wet and pleading. Â
You donât get a chance to beg before heâs spanking you in that same spot again, and as the skin heats, you just know a deep mark is already starting to form. You whimper as he hits you again and again, pussy leaking as you writhe into his touch.Â
His hand comes down for the umpteenth time, you havenât bothered to keep count, and then it grabs your ass, squeezing where heâs left a handprint on you. Â
Then, digging his fingers in hard, Titus starts to rake his hand up to waist, and with both he leaves a deep trail on your skin with the gloves. The leather drags and leaves goosebumps as he slides up your sides, over your tummy, up to your chest to grope your breasts, and then back around to your back, up your shoulders, until they stop on the back of your neck.Â
With a grunt, Titus, shoves you back down on the alter table, face pressed to the cool, onyx stone. His voice comes out low and scratchy, but with a steely resolve as he continues the ritual, âWith thy assistance, may the seed grow in your wisdom and your strength.âÂ
Your fingers are flat on the alter table, and you feel him move quickly behind you, the sound of his buckle clinking open echoes through the room, reaching your ears like a melody. When Titus presses against you again, you shudder at the feeling of his dress pants on your thighs. Â
He didnât bother to take them off, he canât wait any longer. He kicks your legs open more for him, and grabs you hard by the waist with one hand, while the other grips his cock. He rubs the head into your dripping entrance, biting his lip at the view of it glistening, overflowing for him.Â
âWith me, Baby,â Titus grunts, pushing the head of his dick inside you.Â
Youâre both breathless as he shoves his cock in all the way, chanting together, âShemhamforash.âÂ
Titus whines at the feeling of your tight, hot pussy taking him in, practically whimpering as he follows up with, âHail Satan.âÂ
He doesnât give you a single moment to breathe before heâs pulling out and quickly driving back in, hips meeting your ass with a delicious slap. Heâs spent the last ten months memorizing every little thing that drives you crazy, and he proves it every time heâs inside you. Â
âNobody could ever fill you like this,â Titus grunts, setting a brutal pace, as a hand slides up the ridges of your spine until it twists in your hair. He yanks you back hard, ripping a surprised yelp from you, then swats at your ass again. âHmm? Who were you fucking made for?âÂ
âYouYouYouYouYou, Titus,â your voice breaks, cracking deliciously as you chant his name, already so taken apart by him. Â
âThatâs right, fucking made for me,â He shouts, voice cracking beautifully into a whimper, like heâs desperate to not only remind you, but any force or spirit that could be listening. âYouâre mine, my fucking wife, and this is my soaked pussy, and Iâm going to fuck you full of my fucking seed.âÂ
Heâs fucking you hard enough to make it hurt, to make bruise, so youâll feel it for weeks, just the way he knows you love. The way that always got you through when he had to leave you for business. The way that no other woman whoâs ever taken him as been able to handle. None of them, no matter how rough he may have gotten, have ever had the true full force of Titus Danforth, but youâve craved it since youâd met him.Â
âPlease, Titus, want it so fucking bad,â you mewl. ââm all yours.âÂ
Any other night, any other context, youâd be slapping him and shoving him back and showing him just how much he belongs to you too, but the ritual requires submission, and fuck it just feels so good to not have to think too much.Â
But he already knows what you want to hear, and heâs always happy to show that he knows too. âând Iâm yours, sweet lamb, body and soul. My sick little monster, Iâll give you everything in this world that you want.â He lets your hair go and you drop to the alter, as both his hands grip hard at your hips as he leans over your back, chain tickling your skin. âMoney, homes, my cock, my love, a baby, youâll have it all.âÂ
Adrenaline pumps through your veins in thunderous echoes, mouth dropped open as cries release freely. You must look like animals, like a pair of demonic mates fucking covered in blood, moaning and grunting in perfect harmony. Â
Your eyes glaze over, only the feeling of his hard cock fucking hard into you, his fingers digging into your skin, his grunts like a drum beat, can break through the jolts of pleasure that ripple through you.Â
Titus heaves in deep breath after breath, as his gravely, scratchy voice continues on with the latin parts of the ritual, drawing in the powers of the devil to fill you. The room grows hot as fires grown around you form every sconce and candle and the fireplaces. Itâs as you remember from the first time youâd tried it, a new presence entering your space. Your cheek presses to the alter table as you look directly into the fire across from you.Â
Even in your trance, your brain a fuzzy cloud consumed only by thoughts of Titus, eyes hypnotized by the flames dancing in front of them, you see something in the fireplace.Â
There are eyes staring back at you. Eyes youâve now seen a few times, and a crooked, fanged smile in the flames. This time you donât stare in awe at him, no, your wide eyes are filled with determination. This time you beg him.Â
âPlease, please, please,â your voice is whiny and desperate, raw from screaming. âI want it so bad, I need it. Please,â your voice raises, both in volume and tone, and you wonder if Titus even registers your pleas are not for him. âPlease, give us an heir.âÂ
Behind you, Titus only moans louder, hips hitting into you harder, hands gripping down on you harder, the pendant you gave him bounces against your back. He pulls you up to his chest, one hand wrapping around to hold you there by your tummy, the other glides up to grope at your breast, pinching your nipple between his middle and pointer finger.Â
In front of you, Le Bailâs smile grows with the flames, as you feel the blood of your victims begin to shimmer and heat on your skin. This time, you feel a hand wrap around your throat and force you to look upwards. Â
You canât see him, thereâs no face in flames looking back, but, as tears slip from the outer corners of your eyes, running in cold tracks down the side of your face, you hear a deep, velvety voice in your mind, âAsk me again.âÂ
âPlease,â you choke out. âGive us an heir.âÂ
The hold releases and you feel something soft like lips kiss the center of your forehead. You hear laughter and crackling, like little sparklers going off all around you, and then the presence is gone.Â
Titus is moaning in your ear, and he licks up one of your tears, lips staying at your temple. The movement of his body into yours hasnât stopped or slowed down at all, as though he wasnât aware anyone else was here with you. His hand takes its own place on your neck, forcing you back to look at him instead, finding your eyes distant. âYou with me, Little Lamb?âÂ
âYes,â you moan, touching your own hand to his, putting enough force to let him know you want him to squeeze down.Â
He does so, face twitching into pure admiration, and he cuts off the supply of air and blood to you for a few seconds before releasing, taking in your heaving breaths with a kiss. Â
Finally, his rhythm becomes erratic. He shoves you back onto the alter and reaches his hand between your legs. The feeling of thick leather rubbing circles onto your clit sends charges of pleasure up your spine. Your cunt flutters, legs shaking as a peak builds in your stomach, and your breath comes out high and breathy as Titus takes you closer and closer to the edge.Â
âWith me, baby, with me,â he whimpers, âCome with me while I fill you, sweet girl, fuck, come with me.âÂ
âYes, yes, Ti, I-I,â you stutter, words trapped in your throat, and with one particularly hard slam into your cervix, you scream out your husbandâs name, begging him to fill you, as your pussy clamps down tight on his cock, and you come with a loud cry. âTitus, fuck!âÂ
He swears, thrusting into you only a second later one last time, coming deep inside with a moan of your name, body convulsing as he fills you to the brim. âOh, baby, my sweet lamb, shit, thatâs it, took me so well, always take me like a good fucking girl.âÂ
The fires around you reach their great heights, and a rush of hot air bursts around you, before the lights drop back down again.Â
You twitch and whine as you feel him empty in you, warmth filling you as your spent body deflates, and the two of you whisper in unison, âHail Satan.âÂ
Your fingers curl up softly, tapping the table as though youâre trying to wake some life in you. Titus kisses up and down your spine, the back of your neck, your shoulders, as he removes the leather gloves and drops them to the ground.Â
His bare hands soothe your arms and sides. The touch of his fingers makes you shiver, goosebumps form in their paths, and you wish you could just stay like this all night. You want to keep him inside you, warm his cock until heâs able to go again, maybe let you ride him on the table this time, not for the ritual, just because you want to.Â
But you donât have all night. Titus knows this as he pulls out, turns you so youâre facing him but leaning against the table. You start to let out a whine in protest when you feel him leak from you, a spike of anxiety over wasting it pierces your heart. He can feel that energy from you, and he shoves the come back inside with two fingers.Â
The feeling is so good and so right you almost beg him to make you come again like this.Â
âHold on, baby,â his voice is soft, cutting through the needy madness in your mind. You bite your lip as you watch curiously while he unwraps your panties from his wrist with his teeth. Titus drops to his knees, looking up at you with a soft smile. âLift your feet for me.âÂ
He peppers soft kisses on your knees as he slips your panties back on, lips trailing your legs, and he pulls his fingers out once theyâre all the way in place. He kisses your lower stomach, right over your womb, humming his only silent plea to Mr. Le Bail, as you run your fingers through his sweaty, silver curls.Â
âI know it worked this time,â he says softly.Â
Just the smallest bit of fear remains in you. His lips meet the place on your tummy where, in your nightmare, Priscilla had pushed the knife in. Â
But you shake that doubt out of yourself. Titus is looking up at you with that boyish wonder, that grin that makes him look so young, despite the crows feet around his sparkling eyes. Â
âI think so too.âÂ
Your gaze trails around his body, over each of the freckles that stand out darker than others, the bruises and scratches, little leaking blood droplets from his injuries, and the blood left by his victim from the fight tonight. He must have felt some pain, right? It was a hard fight for a bit there, and Fitz got some blows in, so Titus...he must have been pushing down any pain, for you.Â
Your place your hands on his cheeks and pull him until youâre the one looking up again. You kiss his jaw, trail your lips to his, and you both sigh into it. Â
âTi,â you say, rubbing circles on the little cuts on his cheek. âYou always take such good care of me. Tonight, will you let me take care of you?âÂ
He looks unsure. âI was very rough with youâ"Â
âYou won a duel to the death,â You interrupt, voice just as stern as the look you give him. âNow Iâm not asking. Youâre going to let me take care of you.âÂ
He purses his lips petulantly, pressing down any argument heâd very much like to make. âFine.âÂ
You smile brightly, âGood. Better enjoy it while Iâm feeling generous, you know. Because if it took, then for the next few months youâre going to be doing everything for me. Right, Daddy?âÂ
Youâre pretty sure you feel his dick twitch where itâs pressing up against your thigh, and you smirk.Â
âDown boy,â you whisper, pressing another kiss to his cheek. âLetâs get you cleaned up, and then we can talk about a round two in our suite. You know, just in case.âÂ
âFuck, I love you,â Titus sighs, wrapping you in his strong arms and lifting you while you giggle. This is the you he was missing, sweet and playful and a little mean. And all his, most importantly. His little Lamb, his monster.Â
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DANFORTH COUPLE EXPECTINGÂ Â
Mr. and Mrs. Danforth made an official pregnancy announcement, PEOPLE has confirmed.Â
This is the first child for Titus Danforth, only son of late billionaire businessman and political lobbyist Chest Danforth, who passed a little over year ago.Â
Mrs. Danforth is said to be in her first trimester, and everyone in the vast Danforth family has been extremely supportive of the couple. Ursula Danforth made a statement congratulating the couple on their âwonderful giftâ on her Instagram and is said to be looking forward to transitioning to her new role of Aunt and most likely God Mother.Â
The announcement comes as a light in a time of healing for the Danforth family, following the tragic death of the coupleâs cousin Felicity and her new husband Fitz. The newlyweds had sadly passed the night of their wedding after crashing their vehicle off a bridge in what police suspect to be an incident of drinking and driving. Their bodies have not yet been recovered.Â
âWe are brought together as a family in the form of new life after a great loss.â Ursula Danforth concluded in her Instagram post.Â
The couple are expecting this fall and are said to be very thrilled.Â
FIN.Â
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