Page 71 of The Puck Chase

“Sounds great, Mom, we can’t wait to hear all about it later,” he tells her, dropping a kiss to her head, before turning back to me. “Come on, let’s go before she is picking out matching sweaters for us,” he smirks, but from the look in his mom’s eyes, I’m not sure he’s entirely joking.

Nodding to all of his family, I follow Archer as he leads us out of the kitchen, through another hallway to a set of stairs, where we walk up another three floors until we reach the top. Each part of his house is more grand than the last, and I’m sure I’m not doing a good job at hiding how over the top this all is to me. I also notice that Archer seems more comfortable here thananywhere else, especially when he pushes inside of his room and dumps our bags by the door.

Floor to ceiling windows greet me, offering a view of both the water and the city skyline that can be enjoyed from the terrace just on the other side of where we are standing and I can’t stop my mouth from opening as I take it all in. I feel Archer’s stare on me as I move further into his room, a room that is so utterly him that I can’t even describe it, but still my eyes touch everything. From his beautiful wood furniture, to the art canvases that hang on his wall, to the giant bed in the center of the room.

Archer throws himself down on it, watching me survey our surroundings, and I can’t help but shake my head at the outrageousness of it all. That is, until my eyes land on his desk in the corner, where a very familiar book lays, but the book isn’t what snagged my attention. No, it’s the framed sketch next to it that I recognize instantly, and as I freeze Archer pushes up off his bed, moving to join me while I look at it.

“You really are a stalker,” I murmur, looking at the unfinished drawing of the decaying heart, the one that I tossed away in the bakery a few weeks ago, and Archer laughs.

“You sound surprised, Forbes,” he responds, pushing himself in between me and the desk, gripping my chin until my gaze meets his. “Though I’m not sure why, I already know you're obsessed with me, is it really so shocking to learn that I am just as obsessed with you in return?”

His eyes sparkle with amusement, my cock already stirring at just his proximity, but it’s his smile that has something fluttering inside of me. “I just didn’t peg you for the sentimental type. Stealing my useless art is low, even for a stalker such as yourself.” My words are casual and laced in humor, but there is nothing casual about the way I feel about him stealing a piece of my discarded art, and putting it in a frame on his desk, as if showing it off proudly.

“And here I thought you liked it when I got low,” he purrs, pulling me in for a kiss, and the second his lips meet mine, something changes in the air around us.

There is just something different about being here with him. Being invited to his home, to meet his family, with my stolen book on his damn desk and my art in a fucking frame. All of it is intoxicating, and it’s inducing a high I have never felt in my life, as a strange feeling floods my insides. A feeling both warm and unusual and I never want it to stop. Pulling back, I tear off my shirt, savoring the way his eyes eat up the bare skin of my chest, without a hint of pity in sight. No, instead it’s pure hunger and lust, his mouth moving back to mine, before trailing down my neck and leaving nothing but heat in his wake.

We strip one another slowly, before I lead him to his bed, our kiss almost constant, as I push him onto his back and follow him down to the mattress. Our naked bodies are moving and grinding as one, as he pants against my lips. “Need you, Daemon,” he breathes, kissing and fucking my mouth with his, until I feel like I might fucking explode. “Need you so fucking bad.”

“Condoms. Lube,” I force out, as our leaking cocks rub against one another, but he is already shaking his head when I try to move.

His arm flies out to his bedside table, knocking something off the top as he struggles to open the drawer, and when I move to help him, I find an assortment of both things, and look back at him with a cock of my eyebrow.

“What?” He shrugs innocently with a smirk, grabbing a condom and one of the bottles. “I knew you’d be fucking me here eventually, Forbes, so why not be prepared?” He adds, ripping the condom open with his teeth and reaching between us to put it on me, before covering both our cocks, and my fingers, in lube.

He isn’t looking for an answer to his question and the way he is looking up at me, so light and without fear, makes me realize how deep this thing between us really goes. All the forced hatred, the vicious back and forth, the lies, all of it was just one giant round of foreplay leading us to this very moment, and I can’t help but lean down and kiss him again. Softly this time, tenderly, pouring as much of the feelings I still can’t describe into it, hoping he understands them anyway, and when I pull back, I see the same thing mirrored in his stare. Something that should incite panic, but all I feel is the opposite.

“It’s okay, I feel it too,” he whispers, pulling my head to his, before reaching down and sliding my hand between his thighs, until it’s pressed against his hole. “I feel it all and it’s not enough, and with you, I don’t think it ever will be,” he admits, spreading his legs even further so I can settle between them. I force my fingers inside of him and watch the delicate tightening of his jaw.

We kiss passionately, as I fuck him with my fingers, stretching him out for me, swallowing down every single one of his moans, and when I finally slide into him and join our bodies as one, I feel completely at home. We fuck slowly, my cock sinking into him over and over, until sweat is trickling down my back, and he is chanting my name with every rock of my hips.

“You feel fucking perfect,” I groan against his mouth, sucking on his tongue in time with my thrusts, as his hands caress my spine. “So fucking good for me, baby, you’re taking me so fucking good,” I praise, swiping his hair back from his forehead, as both our bodies begin to shake.

“Gonna come,” he chokes out, his cock rubbing against the ridges of my abs, as his eyes roll back in ecstasy.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, baby, come for me,” I demand, his entire body tightening around mine, as cum spills onto his stomach, and I rut into him harder, chasing my own release. “Fuck,” I call out, spilling into the condom, before pulling out of him, andleaning down to lap up his release from his stomach, groaning at the taste of him.

I lick him until he is clean, discarding the condom, before collapsing half on top of him, and savoring the warm heat of his body against mine. His hands tighten around me, a feeling I am becoming accustomed to, and it should scare me, but I am starting to realize that the only thing that actually scares me is the thought of losing him. Of this thing between us falling apart and disappearing completely. It’s what has me holding him just as tight right in return and breathing him in, hoping that for once, my darkness remains contained.

Which is ridiculous, because I learned when I was far too young that hope breeds misery, yet Archer Gray might be the one to change it all, and for once, I really hope he does.

By the time dinner rolls around, Daemon and I have fucked two more times, our need for one another never seeming to be sated, and fuck do I hope it never is. The commotion and noise floating up through all four floors is what finally prompts us to get ready, and we shower quickly, before getting dressed and making our way downstairs. We bypass the kitchen, where I know my parents will be in full psycho mode over making the dinner perfect for Daemon, and head straight to the dining room, where I find Aurora, Everest, and his two best friends.

Harden spots me first, nodding his head in my direction without a word, before his gaze snaps straight to Daemon, appraising him silently, and as if their minds are linked, Griffintakes one look at him and whirls around, grinning like a fucking maniac.

“Monroe told us you had finally given up on women and got yourself a boyfriend,” he beams, eyeing Daemon with keen interest, before looking back at me with a smirk. “How much fun is sucking cock, Gray? Come on, you can tell me.”

My sister rolls her eyes, smiling brightly at Daemon, as I keep my focus on Griffin. Harden Haze and Griffin Blake have been a staple in this house for years, and when mixed with Everest, they are a trio of tiny terrorists, yet I am more than used to all of their bullshit. So I don’t even flinch at his brash question, as I lead Daemon further into the room, while giving Griffin my full attention.

“Why? Have you finally upgraded your crush on my sister to me?” I ask blandly, as his smile drops and my sister freezes. See, he might think he does a good job of hiding his feelings, but I know more than I let on. “Want to suck my cock, Griffy Boy? Finally get a taste of a Gray,” I add in a taunt, and I feel both Everest’s and Harden’s stares burning into us.

“Get fucked, Gray,” Griffin tosses back instantly, his defenses rising, but I keep my smirk firmly in place as I flick my stare to back to Daemon, remembering all the ways I did get fucked today, before turning back to Griffin.

“Oh, with pleasure, Blake,” I purr, hoping he sees what I am imagining in my eyes, and I know I have hit a nerve when he smirks again.

“Yeah, the same kind I’ll give to your sister,” he claps back, and Aurora freezes once more, but before I can even open my mouth, Everest is there, positioning himself between Griffin and Aurora.

“Not if you value your fucking life,” Everest warns, voice as cold as ice, and Griffin meets his eyes, communicating silently, before Harden stands and tugs Griffin back.

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