Page 101 of Creed

“Okay,” She whispers and smiles then leans back and looks me over appreciatively. I love having her eyes on me. Her eyes settle on my neck and her hands lift, cradling the back of my head and pulls me closer. I can feel everyone’s eyes on us but I don’t give a shit. Nothing will deter me from letting this girl claim me. Before she leans in she says softly, “I still can’t believe this is real. That you’re here and that I’m yours. I feel like I’m going to wake up and it’ll all have been a dream.”

“Hey,” I murmur, dipping my head to look at her and hooking a finger under her chin to make sure she’s paying attention. “It’s real. We are real. Did everything we are, everything between us happen really fucking fast? Fuck yes it did, but it’s as real as real as it gets. You’re not just mine,” I say. You could be Riley’s, too, if you wanted I think, but I don’t say that because that’d just freak her out. “I’m yours, too. Only yours, and I want you in every way I can have you. I’m not going anywhere, no matter what, Stardust.”

Her shoulders drop in relief and she gives me the sweetest smile that makes her look like a true angel that’s escaped the heavens…if angels were five-foot-three, tatted, and pierced, with cotton candy hair and deep purple lips made for sin. I’ll do everything in my power to keep that smile on her face. I take the bags and drink tray from her and she rests her hands on my biceps as she pushes impossibly closer to me.

“You really want my lipstick on you?” she says, her light, husky voice barely above a shaky whisper. She’s nervous and I fucking adore her.

“Anywhere and everywhere you can reach, baby.” And I mean it. I want to be covered in that seductive color. Since it’s frowned upon to carry her everywhere like the little koala sized woman she is, I’ll settle for having something of hers on my body at all times. Next time, I’m devouring her sweet pussy, then going out on stage with her sweet release still coating my lips and tongue. This rapid attachment and obsession I have with Collins is fucking crazy but that’s just what I am now. A little crazy.

Using her thumbs under my jaw, Collins pushes my head back, exposing more of my neck before pressing up on the tips of her toes and pressing her soft lips to my Adam’s apple and I shiver with pure, undiluted delight. What’s even better is that she doesn’t stop there. When I look at her with a smile that encompasses pure mischief, I tell her “more” and she grins as she maneuvers me again, looking for a new spot to mark. She pulls my face to hers and she places another kiss on my cheek, just below the corner of my right eye. Another at the side of my neck where it meets my shoulder. Again on my collar bone.

My dick is getting harder in my pants and the temptation to fuck her is growing stronger and stronger. Collins takes me by surprise when she leans back and takes in her handiwork, her lips quirk up into a devilish grin. Her lipstick is still perfectly in place. I’ll have to change that later. She bites her lower lip and something shifts in her bright green eyes.

“I think you need one more.” She drawls, her voice husky and I’m about one thread away from snapping and dragging her to my dressing room. I fucking love when she gets these boosts of confidence. It’s intoxicating when she goes after what she wants.

I grin, our faces still close and I want to close the distance and kiss her until she’s a fucking mess. “By all means, Stardust.” I quip in invitation.

She leans in once more and places a kiss on the left corner of my mouth and I groan at the near contact. I’m sure I look like a teenager who just emerged from a heavy session of seven minutes in heaven, but I truly don’t have a fuck to give. I asked her to mark me, and I’ll be wearing her bright purple brand on my skin all goddamned night with nothing but pride like it’s a badge of honor.

I smile and place a kiss on the tip of her nose. “How do I look?” I ask, taking one agonizing step back and biting into my muffin.

“Like mine.” She answers, and I fucking melt.

“Perfect.”

“Creed!” Steve shouts even though he’s like three feet behind me now. I turn and step in front of a now-stiff Collins, and it pisses me off that his abrasiveness caused her to lock up. I keep myself positioned between the two of them, blocking him from being able to see her more than he already has. He takes in the lipstick that’s all over me now and tries to sneer at Collins over my shoulder as he furrows his brow. “You need to go clean that shit off your skin and come back for a final run through before they open the doors. You’ve got two minutes to wipe your face and get back here. The fucking extra construction is done so you all need to get ready.”

I need to talk to the band about finding a new manager because I’m fucking sick of Steve and the high horse he thinks he’s riding on. “Not sure what you’re talking about, Steve.” I make a show of sniffing my shirt and throwing my arms out wide. “I’m squeaky fucking clean.”

“You’re covered in a woman’s fucking purple lipstick,” He hisses through his teeth pointing a thick finger at the plum-colored kisses that adorn my skin.

“And?” I volley back. Ayla must have approached because I hear her talking to Collins, their voices trailing off as they go backstage to the meet and greet room. It’s empty for now, but it’s more comfortable than waiting in the dressing rooms. I’m glad she’s being taken away from Steve’s line of sight. “Artists have gone on stage with more makeup than this. Ever heard of Kiss? I’m sure you were a teen or something when they first debuted, right?” I tease and I relish in the way his face reddens and twists up in irritation. “I’m not fucking washing my face, Steve.”

I ignore his argument and turn to my bandmates who are all gearing up. “We ready for the final run-through?”

They all agree and Steve stalks off while spewing a string of curses in my name, in the opposite direction that Ayla took Collins, much to my relief. Bear takes in my new state and just smiles and shakes his head, while Riley’s eyes widen before he looks away, his freckled cheeks now bright red. I turn away from Tony before he can get a good look and grab my guitar as I walk up to the microphone.

“Alright, fuckers. Let’s do this shit.” I call out and the final rehearsal begins, eager to get it over with so I can officially claim my little Stardust in every single way.

COLLINS

Sex.

That’s what Creed is when he performs on stage.

Pure unadulterated sex.

It’s hypnotizing to watch the way his body moves as he performs for the crowd, the heavy rawness of his voice when he sings, the way his muscles shift with every move he makes. The amount of times I had to clench and rub my thighs together just by watching his jaw move or his throat flex is ridiculous. I had to fight to stay in the moment at times because I was close enough to see his mouth, and all I could see every time he stuck his tongue out at the crowd was the way that very muscle felt working me to multiple orgasms this morning.

If the crowd was upset that As We Stand didn’t appear, it didn’t show. Ayla had done an amazing job with getting the word out that Dark Sins would be taking their place and honoring his friend’s band by performing some covers, as well. The crowd ate that shit up all night and the cheers and screams almost never stopped. Myself included.

I’d never been to a concert before and this first experience is everything I imagined it would be and more. I’d nearly fainted on the spot when Creed had dedicated their song, Lost to ‘his girl’. That, combined with the fact that he actually kept my lipstick marks all over his skin, I was fucking soaking, dripping wet for him.

His eyes were quick to find mine—which wasn’t hard, considering I was in a heavily guarded area just in front of the pit, so no one could really see my face to take pictures—and sang every word directly to me. It’s one of their newer songs about a guy and a girl who lived worlds apart. Creed’s voice crooned with such heavy emotion as he told the story of how he was too late to save her before she gave up and saved herself, but as time went on, she became lost to him. How his care for her grew into a lust and a passion, obsession and possession.

The fucking song was about us. Me and Creed. I could feel every emotion he felt when I left, trying to save myself. His voice was filled with passion and grit, but at the end of the song, it changed. It became something darker. A promise that if he found his lost girl, he’d chain her to him to keep her forever.

A shiver runs up my spine as I stand backstage as I think about the weight of the words that Creed sang. He’s told me many times that what he feels is real, but the fact that he put it into a freaking song before we even found each other again tells me that what he’s been feeling runs a lot longer and deeper than I’d ever imagined. I don’t mind the thought of being owned by Creed because I know that it wouldn’t be a sacrifice of freedom. It would be quite the opposite, actually. That man would do everything in his power to make me feel free.

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