Page 106 of Heartless Legacy

“LaReaux. Sweetness…”

I hiccup on a long wail, falling to my knees. Wolfe is on his knees in front of me. He doesn’t touch me, but his presence isenough. “It didn’t help.” I say through broken sobs. “It. Didn’t. Help. It didn’t fix it.”

“That’s okay. I’m still so damn proud of you.” I blink up at him through watery eyes. “You confronted him and did what you thought you had to do. But Thea, nobody thinks you need to be fixed, because there’s nothing wrong with you.”

Hazel irises stare deeply into mine. “If I have to lie on my back tied to a bed while you fuck me for the rest of my life, I’m happy to do that. We both know I don’t need my hands to get you off.” His comment elicits a laugh through my tears.

“They’re done here.” He says, motioning towards the Phoenix team. “You ready to go?”

I nod, slowly getting to my feet. I look over at the lump of flesh against the wall. I didn’t even realize someone was holding his head up because he’s unconscious. I did that to him and I don’t care. The guy on the right holds my knife out to me. God, this must be weird to them. Having to watch me fall apart and listen to Wolfe flirt with me. “Sorry about that.” I say, trying to be more professional. “I’m ready to go.”

He says, “No apologies needed, ma’am,” while the agent on the left hefts the human meat sack over his shoulder and carries him out of the room. This time, I’m lucid when we exit the building and I get to watch as the charges ignite. They evacuated the patients, and anybody left in the building deserves to burn with it.

“Ma’am?” The third agent’s finger hovers over the detonator.

I give him the go ahead. “Light it up.”

Deacon

Tonight, Thea shared her unvarnished truth. She looked incredible, standing in the middle of the carnage. One of the Phoenix agents glanced nervously at me while she went to work on the orderly, as if he was expecting me to stop her. Thea needed to purge. It would’ve been wrong of me to interfere. Dr. Sagebrook says non-traditional methods of therapy are what Thea needs. I think her beating that guy’s face in qualifies.

I know how hard she’s been struggling to deal with her sensory issues. Some days are better than others. She thinks she failed because she cried while working her anger out on that bastard, but she didn’t see what I saw. Each yell fueled her punch. She had power behind it, the way I’d expect to see from anyone I train.

We got back to the building the agents are using as their California headquarters, an hour ago, and after a quick debrief, Thea and I came to the apartment building they’re using to house the agents.

I spent some time outside talking to one of the guys I know, and I’m just getting in the shower. I close my eyes, letting the water wash the first layer of blood off my skin, before grabbing the soap to scrub the rest of my body. I feel the rush of cool air as the shower door opens. It’s slowly replaced by Thea’s body heat against my back.

I say, “I figured you would have showered by now.”

“I did.”

“So you’re here to supervise mine?”

She moves around me to stand in the corner. My cock stiffens as my hungry gaze rakes over her body. “I don’t know about you, Sweetness, but I’m feeling a little needy after an afternoon of destruction, so maybe you shouldn’t be in here right now.”

Her nostrils flare, and she bites her lip as my hand moves to my dick. I see the changes even if she can’t. She’s almost back to her pre-capture weight, and she smiles more. Despite what she said in that rundown building that’s being used as a clinic, sheishealing. Her body is slowly coming back online. “I’m glad you came to make sure I wash myself clean. I was about to rub one out thinking of your tits and pretty pussy, but now I have the real thing in front of me.”

I take a step back, leaning against the opposite wall. “Eyes on me as I fuck my hand, Sweetness. Can you do that for me?”

She nods, wetting her lips as she watches my thumb graze over the head of my dick. Thea thinks our relationship is suffering from lack of spontaneity, so I’ve been trying to show her that setting clearly defined limits and boundaries can be just as sexy.

“Your tits are so beautiful.” Reaching out, I brush my hand across her nipple. Eyes closed, she presses into my palm. When she opens them, she’s focused on my hand, reminding me of a feral little kitten.

“You wanna’ help or taste?”

“Taste.” Without hesitation, she sinks to her knees, taking me into her mouth. I continue to stroke the part of my dick, not being swallowed. “That’s a good girl. Use your tongue, just like that.”

Humming, I ask, “Can you swallow a little more?” She scoots closer, sliding further down my shaft, bobbing up and down, and grips my ass, pulling me deeper. “That feels so damn good. I’m almost there, Sweetness. You want me cumming down your throat?”

Her moan vibrates through my shaft. “Gonna, grip your hair now. You let me do all the work.” I gather her hair in my fist, holding it away from her face so I can watch her work, careful not to pull too hard, as I thrust into her warm mouth. “Aaagh!You’re such a good fucking girl. That’s it. All the way down. I wanna feel you swallow around me.”

My hips stall as the sound of a phone ringing breaks through the sex haze. “Shit.” I groan, pulling out of her mouth as a second phone rings.

“Ignore it.” Thea says, before dragging her tongue along the underside of my shaft again.

“Wish we could, but we’re both getting alerts and we’re a few hours away from town. We can’t risk anyone getting suspicious.”

Her face is red, moisture clings to her lashes as I help her get to her feet. “We don’t have to go back, you know. We can just stay with the team and move on to the next location.” She suggests as I turn off the water.

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