Page 10 of Sick Like Me

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing her fingers tighter over the top of the book squashed between us. Swallowing, she lifts her gaze back to mine, glancing left and right before focusing back on me once more, “I have to go back to my father’s tonight,” she informs me. Sighing softly through her nose, she shakes her head gently, “I’ve been called in to report on my progress with you.”

There’s real fear in her gaze, a tremor that seems to vibrate through her skeleton and into mine, “What aren’t you telling me?” I press my fingers into the back of her neck, kneading the tenseness in her nape.

“Cal,” she shudders, dropping her gaze once more to the book in her hands. “I’m not…” she trails off, exhaling deeply.

“You’re not what?” I clench my jaw so hard my teeth squeak, but I’m just completely fucking gone for this girl, I think I have been for a while.

“Not yours,” she whispers, her low voice cracking as she swallows, the movement of the jump in her throat running through the base of my thumb where it rests against her neck.

“Not mine?” Hairs lift all across my skin, the feeling of ants marching across my flesh.

“I’m still his, my father’s property,” she breathes, holding my gaze, enchanting, that’s what she is.

“You’re nothis!” I spit, hissing the final word with disgust.

I think of the man that fathered her, and I hate him, not because I’m supposed to, but because of everything I know about him and his treatment of his family, he killed his own wife, for fuck’s sake. “You are mine, Ostara, in every fucking way a person can be claimed. You. Are.Mine.”

Her hands spring up from the book, the thick binding still wedged between us, even as it slips a little. Her cool fingertips press to the exposed skin at the base of my throat, her index fingers dipping into the hollow.

“I’m promised to another, Caelus,” she whispers, guilt thick in every confessional word, but she obviously doesn’t understand the lengths I would go to keep her.

“I know all about that,” I scoff dismissively, “and I think you’ll find you’ve got a rejection on your hands.”

Her lips part, opening, closing and then opening once more, her head shaking, “What do you mean?”

“It’s taken care of, Ozzie, that’s what it means.” She stares at me, wide eyed and wanting, and my hard cock kicks against her belly, “And as for your father, if you marry me, he won’t be able to own you either.”

Silence is thick between us as my words sink in. The families’ agreement was not to gravely injure or kill any member of either family, but there was never anything in that contract that said our two houses couldn’t be joined.

“Your father is already breaking the treaty by putting a hit on me, but using his own daughter to commit the act? It seems as though he’s trying to get rid of you too, Ozzie.” Her eyes flicker between mine, her fingers curling into the round neck of my cotton t-shirt. “He knows if you break the agreement that my family will come for you, not him,you.They wouldn’t stop hunting you until they killed you, an eye for an eye, and he knows that, Ostara.” I cup her face with both hands, pushing my fingers into her hair, tilting her head back so our mouths are touching, my lips brushing hers with every overly pronounced word, “Marry me, Ozzie, and I’ll keep you safe forever.”

Breath shudders out of her, her bright eyes shining with tears, and then her mouth is on mine, her lips moulding to my own, her tongue slipping between my teeth. Our kiss is like fireand ice, life and death, it’s wrong and right, and everything it shouldn’t be. Then she’s pecking my lips, plucking at them with her own.

“Yes, Cal,” she whispers, her fingers finding my face, cradling me in her cool hands. “Yes, Caelus, I’ll marry you.”

And then my tongue is fucking into her mouth, the book trapped between us is thudding to the ground, one of my hands pushes up under her skirt, fingers curling into the lace of her knickers, I tear them down.

“I’ve been obsessed with watching you for the last two years, Little Ghost,” I tell her through biting kisses, my hands going beneath her thighs and rucking her up, so she sits at my waist. “Everything about you drew me in, from the moment you showed up here, I was gone for you, I just wouldn’t let myself act on it.”

Her teeth dig into my lower lip, biting and sucking on the swollen flesh. She nips at my tongue, our teeth clashing, her hands squeezing my cheeks as she crushes her mouth violently to mine. I shove down my joggers, my hard cock springing free and immediately finding the slick heat between her spread thighs. I’m inside of her in a single, hard thrust, my length throbbing as she squeezes around me, fighting the intrusion even as she groans with pleasure, my fingers flexing on her arse.

“And then, there you were,” I breathe out, our foreheads touching, “in the woods, with another man,” she smiles at that, and my heart skips a beat. “Killing him with a poisoned kiss. A bringer of death.” Her breath is hot against my skin as I fuck her slow and hard, the contents on the shelves at her back thunking with every hard thrust.

“You’re the only person in the world who sees me,” Ozzie whispers, drawing back from me just enough that she can look me in the eye without blurred vision from being too close. “Inever wanted to be seen,” she reveals in a breathless confession, “not until you.”

My hips piston, fucking her harder and harder until books are vibrating along the shelves and thudding at our feet. Our lips come together once more, our tongues tangled and teeth savage as we ravage each other's mouths. I work my way down the side of her neck, sucking and marking her pale skin as she curls her hands over my shoulders and buries her face in the crook of my neck.

Her small huffs of breath escape her nose, a low whine catching in her throat. Heat blooms in my belly, fire licking at the base of my spine, my balls tighten and her cunt clenches around my cock pulling me deep.

“That’s it, come for me now, come for me, Little Ghost,” I hush.

Taking her mouth with mine, I swallow her cry, feeling her clench around me tighter and tighter until I’m coming too. The tip of my cock tapping at her cervix, I hold deep, spilling myself inside of her. With a low groan, our mouths fused together, my cum filling her up, she slows our kiss. Bringing her hands back to my face, cupping my cheeks, she breaks away with a lick of her tongue laving across my bottom lip.

Resting her head back against the shelf, she smiles softly at me, squeezing her knees against my ribs, the heels of her high tops digging into my lower spine.

“You really want to marry me, Cal?” she asks softly, still holding that tiny smile that spears me like an arrow through my heart.

“I really want to marry you, Oz.”

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