Page 145 of Stutter

Her hands dig into my hair, drawing me closer, my tongue swirling and teasing, lips nipping, teeth scraping, each cry music to my ears. My cock weeps, aching to be inside of her and when I remove my fingers only to adjust myself between her thighs, she welcomes me with open arms.

Her kiss is the sweetest, the most rejuvenating thing on this planet, her mouth the most pleasant thing I’ve ever had the honor of having against mine, (besides her pussy) I am a man engulfed in the finest, heated silk when my cock finds herentrance and I sink into her, cradling her to me when she cries out my name, eyes latched on mine.

“That’s right, Amourette. You look at daddy when you come for him,” I moan softly.

“So… so big. S-so full!”

“And you’re so very wet, and so very, very tight. Such a good girl taking daddy's thick cock in your sweet little pussy.” I growl, putting power into each thrust so I can feel her nipples graze my chest with each recoil. “I need you to come for daddy. Make a big mess so I can clean it.”

Every word is spoken between kisses, tongues colliding and when I lick along the column of her throat she flutters around me. It’s a quick, hungry fuck but I needed this more than her. To feel her stretch around my cock and every earth-shattering clench, to hear her breath hitch, those little sighs, to see look into her eyes when she shatters for me. I don’t dare break apart from her, holding her closer as sweat accumulates between us, but every gasp and rock of her hips has us both tumbling, racing towards an edge we're diving off of. Together.

“Damon! Please! I need… everything! Mm-more!” she begs so prettily, and I am a weak man, lost in the rasp of her tired vocal cords crying out to me to love and fuck her with all that I am.

“Feel me fill your pussy. Come apart for me, Raven. Such a good girl for daddy.” I groan, unable to keep from spilling inside of her at what feels like lightning speed, sparks of fire licking at my lower back. Her eyes widen and I nod, unembarrassed that I’ve shot my load too quickly, but it makes her begin to pulsate, raking her fingers down my back, nails scratching and knowing she’s marking me, claiming me triggers another small release of my seed to her womb until I’m a trembling heap above her.

I trail kisses from her lips to her neck up to her chin, cheek and temple, unwilling to disconnect from her yet. “You and I will never part again. If I have to place a biochip between every vertebra to ensure I never lose you again, so be it.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she hums sleepily, but I don’t let her get too comfortable. I still need to get her hydrated and feed her.

I make quick work of cleaning us, getting us dressedand back out to the guys the take her from me with waiting arms and when I come back with another biochip to insert into the back of her neck on the other side of where the other one was pulled out, even with the other in her shoulder, she only moves her hair to the side and accepts my form of control.

“I loved you longer…”

That may very well be true… but I will love herharder.

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Drained of any natural energy, I place the roasted chicken, potatoes, and green beans on the table, unsurprised when Raven and Jonas come in to help set it for me. Mav digs out a chilled bottle of red wine, stares at it a little too long and opts for white. I would have done the same.

We sit around the table, me at the head, Raven on one side with Maverick, Jonas on the other, Ivan beside him. He digs in easily, as we continue to stare at our food. Starving, but exhausted. Eating will feel like a chore and as soon as we all begin digging in, it does. Forks scrape against the plates, loud in the silence but it’s not overbearing. It simply is.

Raven pushes her plate away after a few bites and Maverick tries to get her to eat more but I let him know she hasn’t eaten in five days. We at least had MREs to feed ourselves. They kept her starved and… drugged. My stomach clenches and I lose my appetite, unable to take another bite of anything. I rise, grabbing my plate and hers and throwing them into the waste bin, plates and all. They crash loudly at the bottom, causing me to flinch but I don’t care.

I am so grateful we found her. I am so ecstatic she’s alive. I am so… I am soangrywe lost her in the first place. We took so many precautions. We had so many security measures in place and even though I can’t be angry with a carnivorous Kronos for being distracted by a piece of meat, I am. If we had been just a few hours too late, would Prescott have hunted my little bird?

I can’t fathom a life without her.

Every negative emotion I didn’t allow myselfto feel suddenly bubbles to the surface and I grip the edge of the counter, feeling it all rise, squeezing my lungs and heart together. There is so much evil in this fucking world, and we only scraped the surface. The only good thing that’s happened is the only Prescott left seems to not be able to differentiate his asshole from a hole in the ground. But I want each and every single one of them to pay.

“Jonas,” I rasp, inhaling deeply.

“Yeah?”

I allow myself to face them, not hiding the pain on my face. I need to distract myself with anything. “You said there were tunnels under Rayne-Moore?”

“Yeah?”

“Where do they lead?”

“Mostly to where we do the initiations. It’s like a dungeon.”

“The Rayne's and the Moore's… what were they known for? Why aren’t they around?”

They all stop eating, Ivan included and stare at me. I know I may sound crazy, but we are so fucking far from any of us being crazy. In this world, it’s flipped. The crazy have been sane, and the seemingly sane ones have been absolutely fucked in the head.

My pup's hazel eyes connect with mine, but he swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing visibly. “Architecture.”

It's one fucking word but it’s enough. I race to my room, grab my laptop and back, settling back in my chair, firing it up and typing out the information I need.

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