Page 45 of Fatal Vengeance

One last scar, but one that I have control over. A scar I’m asking for and one that I’ll cherish forever.

I gaze up at the stars while he works, silently vowing to extinguish every last one and send them crashing into the depths of hell. Well, okay, not the gorgeous stars I’m looking at, but since they’re all I have to look at, they get my full wrath.

“Done,” Creed breathes a few silent minutes later, setting the knife aside before pressing his lips to the fresh wound. His kiss is tender and caring, full of all the love and adoration he has for me.

I tangle my hand in his hair and pull his lips up to mine, sealing them together. The taste of my blood on his lips is almost erotic, and Creed must think so too, because his kiss becomes more urgent and demanding, his tongue diving into my mouth as he groans in hunger.

He rips his mouth from mine and trails his lips down my neck while he reaches down and fists himself, rolling his hips to chase the friction. My nipples brush against his chest, his teeth scrape along my racing pulse, and every time he thrusts forward, the tip of his cock presses against my clit through my thin underwear in the most delicious way.

I arch my back, overstimulated and so damn hot. “Oh fuck,” I whimper, lifting my hips to meet his movements.

“That’s it, baby, take your pleasure from me,” Creed rasps against my collarbone, and the whisper of his lips against my skin has me writhing beneath him. Creed reaches the mark he’s given me, flattening his tongue and licking up all the blood that’s spilled from me, and then he crashes his mouth to mine once more right as he rolls his dick against my clit.

It sets me the fuck off, the blood, our claims on each other, the delicious press of his hard dick. It’s too much, and I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me from all sides, digging my nails into his back until I’m sure I’ve left a few more scars on him.

Creed growls his release a second later, pumping his hand up and down his cock until he spills himself all over my exposed stomach with a ragged, “Fuuuuck.” We both lie there breathless for a moment, lost in each other and our bliss, and then Creed grins down at me. “My filthy girl. So perfect. Thank you for bring me back, Ember.”

“Always,” I tell him softly, cupping his gorgeous face in my hands.

He presses one last, quick kiss to my lips and then pushes up to his feet, offering me a hand up with him. Once we’re standing almost chest to chest, I glance down at the words carved into my chest, taking a moment to read them upside down, and gasp at the perfection.

I’ll be your storm.

“Do you like it?” Creed asks hesitantly, like he’s worried he fucked up. I smile so big my cheeks burn and it's impossible to get a single word out. Instead, I throw myself at him, hugging him tight. Creed chuckles and cradles me against his chest, murmuring into my ear, "I'll take that as a yes, baby."

When we walk inside a few minutes later, my heart full and Creed's hands steady, no one else is waiting around. I guess they all figured I had things handled after all, and knowing that I have Asher's trust with the fragile mental state of his cousin makes me beam with pride and contentment. It's not that I solved the root of the issue, though, even if I did give Creed some small sliver of sanity with my soft words and tender touches.

Slowing to a halt before we can head into the bathroom to wash me up — his cum is slowly dripping down my stomach as it cools — I look up at Creed and chew my lip. How do I say this? How will he react?

For fuck's sake, Prudence, just ease into it.

Before I can blurt out something rash like so what meds were you on and how do we get more? Creed sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I know, Ember. Let me just try to sleep for a few hours, and then I'll… Well, I guess I'll have to talk to my dick of a cousin, won't I?" He rolls his eyes teasingly, because we both know Asher isn't all that bad once you get past his asshole armor.

Never thought I'd say that, but here we are.

My shoulders sag in relief and a soft smile tugs up my lips. "Deal. But you'll wake me tonight if you need me?"

"Always," Creed murmurs, echoing what I had told him outside. "I'll always run to you when my mind frays. You're my sanity, Prudence. My colors."

"And you're my wild, chaotic storm," I tell him, my voice bursting with adoration.

29

Prudence

The morning went by in a rush, and I feel like I'm still trying to catch up. Creed never woke me during the night, both of us sleeping peacefully wrapped up in one another, with Asher and Griffin on either side of us like sentinels. I blinked my eyes open in the late morning alone in bed, though, and I cannot even express the kind of panic that had set in deep in my gut. Thankfully, I found my guys and Genevieve in the living room. Asher was on the phone while the others worked on cleaning up the wreckage from the night before, Creed wearing a sheepish and slightly embarrassed expression.

The next thing I knew, Asher said he got in contact with some doctor who could help, and Griffin and Creed were headed out the door with my sister's car keys. It felt like I'd blinked and they were gone, and my stomach hasn't settled since.

Creed and Griffin have been gone for two hours now, and I'm pretty sure my ass has left a permanent indent in the couch because I haven't moved from my spot since the moment two pieces of my soul walked out the front door. All I can do is stare out the window like some sad puppy, and honestly, I'd call myself pathetic if I didn't know Griffin and Creed feel the same about being separated.

It's not right, not at a time like this when The Celestials could strike at any moment. It feels as if my heart is going to thud straight out of my chest while I wait for news. Just beat so hard that my ribs crack wide open. I’m jittery and on edge as I stare out the window, waiting for my sister’s car to reappear with my guys safe and sound inside it. Realistically, I know they'll be gone all day. The doctor on Asher's payroll or whatever is five hours away. It still doesn't stop my delusional ass from waiting right here for their return.

I don’t feel right being apart from them. Which is ironic, since I was planning on running from them to save their lives. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but I’m so fucking glad they found out and put a stop to it before I could go through with that bullshit plan.

Why I thought sacrificing myself would protect my guys is beyond me. I’m calling it a momentary lapse in sanity. Because of course The Celestials would happily tear me to shreds and then still go after Creed, Griffin, and Asher as soon as they were finished with me. Of fucking course they would. They’re a sick, sadistic cult of people who pray to the goddamn moon, for fuck’s sake!

New low, Prudence.

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