Page 157 of Redeemed

“You understand?” Colton growls.

“Y-yes,” she whispers.

“But you can still call your safeword without consequences,” I add.

Colton rolls his eyes. “She knows that, dumbass. It’s part of our agreement.”

“Doesn’t hurt to say it again,” I say, tone hard.

He wants to make some type of retort, I can tell, but he doesn’t. He knows I’m right. This doesn’t work unless Havenreallyknows she can say her safeword without consequences.

Somewhere deep inside Colton, past the hate and the anger and the sadism, is a boy who cares. He’d lay down his life for the ones he loves, and while he may not love Haven, she still means the world to him.

Even if he refuses to admit it.

Turning his attention back to Haven, Colton strokes a thumb down Haven’s cheek. “You heard him. Now, open up.”

Haven whimpers in protest but does as she’s told. She even sticks her tongue out, grimacing when Colton spits into her mouth.

“Good girl. Now use it on my cock.” He slides into her. “Go on, suck.”

Lips closing around Colton’s dick, Haven starts sucking gently, focusing on the tip. Her tongue darts out and swirls around the head, and Colton lets out a quiet groan.

“See?” He strokes her hair. “See how nice it is when you behave?”

She makes a sound of protest as he slides deeper into her, his hands holding her head in place again. Colton stays gentle, not giving her control but not forcing himself down her throat, either. When she gags, he lets her pull back.

“Wind—”

Before Haven even finishes getting the word out, Colton’s hands are off her. He drops to a crouch in front of her. The only thing that’s in his expression is the same genuine concern I used to see all the time from him, before Mark upped his efforts to corrupt his son.

“What’s wrong?” Colton and I ask at the same time.

The three of us are staring at her intently, and it reminds me of how we used to crowd around her when she was having a panic attack. She needed to feel protected. Guarded.

She doesn’t seem to be panicking right now, though. In fact, her hands have stopped shaking. She’s panting, but it’s more from getting her face fucked than anything else, I think.

“Haven,” I say. “What’s wrong? Do you need to stop?”

“No, I…” Haven blinks a few times before shaking her head.

“Youwhat,little fawn? Use your words.”

“I wanted to see if you’d actually stop,” she says, her eyes flitting upward to meet Colton’s. “If I could trust you. And…” Now her gaze moves to me. “And so Lucas could see, too. Is that okay?”

“Yes.” Guilt flits across Colton’s face as he cups her cheek. “God, angel, it’s more than okay.”

“And I’m… not in trouble?”

Xander kisses the top of her head. “Not at all, doll.”

As Colton tenderly kisses Haven, the reservations I have about this arrangement ease up a bit. Seeing how quickly Colton stopped was a relief. It’s such a contrast, like a switch was flipped inside him when he saw Haven trying to open my knife. Then again, the same thing happened to me yesterday, too. I think it did for all of us.

“You ready to keep going?” Xander asks.

Haven nods. “I am.”

“Good.” Colton stands, stroking his dick to get it all the way hard again.

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