Page 17 of Rage

Summoned

By: MT Addams

Chapter 1

Owen

My fingers fly smoothly over the keyboard. Coding flashes across the screen before a variety of different windows open and others close. My eyes burn, having been at this for hours now. The stiffness in my back is beginning to get to me and I’ve lost feeling in my legs. Still, I continue working. I can’t stop now. Not when I know I’m close to uncovering somethingbig.

I haven’t told the others yet. Without substantial proof, they’ll just end up blowing me off or hounding me constantly for more information. Or worse, Daisy will grow quiet and withdrawn. The news I’m seeking always takes her to a dark place, just bringing up the conversation can send her into herself. None of us want that to happen,ever.

Unfortunately, it’s unavoidable.

Our girl craves vengeance. She’s a beautiful, deadly vigilante—hunting the wicked in this world so she can cut it out with her blade. It’s been her mission in life ever since we left our hometown of Briar Glen after purging the evil there.

The cult there never stood a chance against a woman like Daisy.

Her bloody acts of justice are stunningly vicious and creative. For eleven years, the other guys and I have been there to help, and witness, it being served at the hands of a woman whose demons could scare the devil himself.

Sure, one day we might get caught. Killing people is frowned upon most places we go.

That doesn’t stop me, Drake, Kingston, and Wyatt from following Daisy every and anywhere. I know, when it’s our time to leave this earth, the four of us will follow her straight to hell without a moment of hesitation. She’s the force that keeps our hearts beating, the air that fills our lungs, and the fuel that keeps our souls burning bright despite the dark, murderous acts we commit on her behalf.

Sometimes, I think vengeance is the only reason Daisy gets up in the morning. She may love us, but I know her and I know she struggles with wrangling her inner demons. After narrowly escaping being sacrificed by a cult at fifteen, to being held captive and tortured for years by a serial killer, and then escaping and trying to survive in a world with a broken mind, Daisy’s been through so much.Toomuch. We all know horrible memories eat at her, whether she’s sleeping or awake. Anyone else in her situation probably would’ve been utterly broken. But not Daisy. She uses the darkness within her mind to drive home her intentions.

I just don’t need her to go to the dark places in her head until I’m absolutely certain there is a reason the four of us need her to go there.

Speaking of…

I tear my eyes away from my screen, blink rapidly to adjust to the darkness of the RV, then glance down at the petite woman stretched out on the narrow couch beside me. Just like every time I look at Daisy, my heart flutters. Even after all these years together, it’s hard to wrap my head around that she’shere. Before reuniting, there had been a ten year stretch where I thought my girl was dead. I’m pretty sure during that decade my heart didn’t beat a single time. Maybe that’s why it races so rapidly in Daisy’s presence now? Could it be making up for loss beats?

Her head rests in my lap. My semi-stiff cock sits between her full lips, resting against her hot, wet tongue. She’d laid down a while ago, teasing me with that perfect mouth of hers, working me up and then pulling back just before I could cum. Over and over, she played with me, hoping to distract me.

It worked.

How was I supposed to focus while being tortured?

When she finally let me cum, swallowing down my load like a good girl, she hadn’t let go of me. Instead, Daisy held my flaccid dick in her mouth as she slowly succumbed to sleep. I haven’t had the heart, or desire, to move her since. That was hours ago. I’ve been able to distract myself with work, but now, staring down at Daisy and feeling her hot mouth wrapped around me while she unconsciously suckles, I can feel myself getting hard.

As my dick begins to stretch to the back of her throat, Daisy stirs. She sucks on me, giving me a hard, long tug. Reflexively, my hips jerk upwards. A sleepy chuckle vibrates around my dick, and I groan. Reaching down, I stroke her long dark hair.

“Hey sleepy head,” I greet, keeping my voice low.

Living in an RV with five adults requires a certain level of insanity and respect. The situation is temporary until Daisy, or one of the four of us, decides where to settle next, but in the meantime, we’ve had to adjust to the tight living quarters. That means a lot of whispering past eleven o’clock most nights.

Daisy’s tongue circles the head of my dick, and I let out a heavy sigh.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, Daze.” I tilt my head back and close my tired eyes as I give into the pleasure coiling between my legs.

Daisy takes her time sucking me. The slow descent of her lips feels just as exquisite as when they retreat, pulling back until they hug around the head of my dick. She repeats the motion over and over, her tongue caressing and twisting around me just the way I like it. Her mouth grows wetter and hotter while I grow harder and more desperate to cum. My toes curl as the pleasure mounts.

I forget to breathe as Daisy’s hand slides into the open slat of my boxers and she fondles my balls.

“Daisy, I’m not going to last,” I manage to gasp.

She doesn’t stop to pull away. Instead, Daisy picks up the pace, her head moving swiftly up and down my shaft. Saliva drips from between her lips and gathers around the base of my cock. The warmth of it sends a shiver up my spine.

With a grunt that I try—and fail—to stifle, my release shoots deep down into Daisy’s throat. She swallows every drop with ease. When I’m done, Daisy cleans up my dick with long, lazy strokes before pushing herself upright. The only light on in the RV is coming from my laptop and when our eyes meet, I’m struck by the deep shadows in her face. Her eyes appear sunken, her cheeks looking extra hollow. Her brown skin, only a few shades lighter than mine, looks gaunt.

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