Page 21 of Meating Dalton

You’re a beautiful cacao flower. Is that what he’d called me moments before?

“I don’t know your name,” I whisper, hating the husky quality of my voice. I should not be responding like this to him, attractive devil be damned. He’s a killer.

But do you really miss Jason? a dark voice whispers in my mind. I shove it aside. That’s how women become accomplices, excusing illegal behavior.

His throat swallows before answering. “If I had friends, I’d have them call me Dalton. My parents called me Zachary, but it never felt like it was my name.” Zachary? I step to the side, putting distance between us, and he scowls, prowling closer. But I know that name. I mean, it’s probably a common name, but is it any more common than Bell women getting kidnapped? I think not. He’s related to them. I feel it burrowing into my bones.

He’s a Lasher.

CALL ME DALTON

DALTON

Natalia steps away from me again, genuine fear reflected in her eyes. I reach for her once more and she stumbles, tripping on the legs of the bench, slowing time down with her fall. I act quickly, without thinking, snagging one of her hands, sweeping her legs out from under her, and rolling my body until she falls directly on top of me.

A pained cough wheezes out of me, the hard flooring knocking the air from my lungs and Natalia stealing the rest. Fuck, that hurts.

“Oh, my God. Are you okay? Why did you do that?” Chocolate eyes peer down at me with concern, and I soak it up. Maybe she sensed my wires weren’t quite right, but Samantha rarely tended to my bruised knees or scraped elbows, appearing almost uncaring when I got hurt as a child. Cunt. Maybe I should’ve buried her in the walls so she could witness this moment, a stranger showing more concern for me than she ever had, and Natalia was fearful of me less than a minute ago.

“It didn’t hurt,” I lie, grunting when I shift beneath her weight.

“Oh,” she squeaks, moving to get off me, but I grasp her waist, forcing her to continue lying on top of me. It feels nice. She’s not heavy. No, carting dead bodies with full on rigor mortis is heavy, grueling work at times. It’s why I don’t fault her for leaving Jason in a corner. I might have pieces of him in my fridge yet.

“Zachary—”

“Please, call me Dalton.” She freezes, breasts resting against my rib cage. I shoot a glance down, admiring the voluptuous globes.

“My eyes are up here,” she quips, but I can hear the smile in her voice, lifting my face to return it.

“I know, my flower,” I whisper, face twitching. A shift, beneath sinew and bone, happens. It hits me. I want to keep her, permanently. Soft fingers lightly brush across my cheek. I lie still, not wanting to spook her, enjoying the brief return of the Natalia from before she learned my name. What was it about my name that had her looking at me like a frightened kitten? She saw me kill Jason, so it’s not like she realized I’m a killer.

“Do you know your father?” Her voice is as whisper soft as mine was. A true temptress, voice lulling me into complacency. Shaking my head, I brazenly run my hands up from her hip, enjoying the little hitch in her breathing. I was right. She’s incredibly soft, back arching slightly the higher I climb, grinding her bare pussy against my denim covered cock.

“Dalton,” she gasps, hips shifting minutely. Oh, my flower is fighting it. Electric currents zip from her to me and back again, charging the air. My thumbs brush the sides of her breast, pulling another breathless gasp from her lips.

“I hate to assume, but I’m pretty sure I’m the only virgin in this scenario, so please,” my hips jerk up, grinding my cock against her. Her moan is my reward. “Ride me, Natalia. You’ve got to know how.”

“I shouldn’t.” Her fingers dig into my chest, hips sliding back and forth despite her words.

Smiling up at her, raising my hips to meet hers, I praise her. “That’s it, baby. That feels good. Keep doing that. You’re doing such a good job.” She moans helplessly, hips picking up speed, tightening my balls. I’m going to come from a living person for the second time in my life.

My nails dig into her skin, urging her to keep grinding on me. Her head throws back, mouth open, releasing moan after moan. Pleasure races down my spine, balls drawing up. I’m so fucking close and I yearn to drive my cock deep into her pussy, emptying my cum inside of her.

Oh, fuck this. That’s exactly what I’m going to do, rolling us until she’s beneath me, beautiful skin flushed, nipples beaded and dampness coating her thighs. She’s fucking dripping for me.All mine.

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NATALIA

A needy whine slips from my lips and I close my eyes, ashamed at how close I let a Lasher bring me to climax. Dalton tsks at me, soft lips brushing over mine.

Popping my eyes open, I shake my head at him. “We can’t.” It sounds pathetic even to my ears, but less than an hour or who the fuck knows ago, he was pulling the flesh from my ex. Instinctively, I know we’re approaching the point of no return. And it involves me screaming his name as I come.

Resting my hands on his chest, I give a weak push. He huffs, dropping like dead weight on top of me.

“Dalton!” I shout around giggles, which was probably his intent, sucking the tension from the room. His nose glides along my check, a ghost of a touch.

“Come on, little flower. We were both so close.” Turning my head leaves our lips nearly colliding. Hunger stares at me through blue orbs.

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