Page 33 of Save Me Enemy

“Someday you two are going to find your mates,” I start, standing up and putting my hands on both their shoulders as they stare into each other’s eyes menacingly. “When you do, you’ll see none of this matters. This separation? It was a choice, made long ago by ancestors who despised one another. Cole, you’re not Cassius. Ryder, you’re not Raul. We don’t need to hate each other for what happened between them.”

Cole looks at me with a flash of uncertainty, like I’ve just grown two heads, but he sets his jaw and nods. “Wise council,” he says, dropping Ryder’s arm.

Ryder turns to Chase and pulls him to his feet, and we stand facing each other. Each Alpha with his second.

Our powers combined. For one cause.

I stand and stride toward the door. “Let’s get it taken care of and out of the way. I’ll go tell Cricket we’re headed out.”

The sounds of arguing and fighting when I arrived are now gone, replaced by a contemplative silence.

“And there’s a reason he’s my second,” I hear Cole say, and the men chuckle wryly.

* * *

When I enter the room again I see Cricket spread out on my bed on her stomach. She’s twisted and turned in her sleep and the sheet is only covering her naked rear end. She looks ethereal, there in my bed in the early morning light. I walk over silently and take the sheet off her slowly. I want to see her in all her glory, her brown hair spread out around her like a fan. There isn’t a more beautiful woman in the world.

Cricket stirs, rolling over on her side away from me and pulling her knee up while the other leg stays extended. I inhale a sharp breath and sink to my knees, staring at the core she’s just exposed to me. She’s wet, even in her sleep, and when she squeezes her glute muscles together and moans, I realize why. She’s having an erotic dream, right in front of me.

I groan, pulling my cock out of my pants and stroking it while she rocks her hips in her sleep and pants. I wonder what she’s dreaming about… Moisture drips down the crease between her legs and I can't help it, I lean forward and lick it, following the trail up to sink my tongue between those luscious lips. Cricket gasps, and I stroke her clit with long slow strokes. I don’t want to wake her, I want to turn her dream into reality. I want her to come on my face as she dreams about fucking me.

With one hand I stroke myself, and with the other I pull her cheeks open and bury my face in her sex. There’s nothing better than this, nothing better than tasting her first thing in the morning. Her gasps turn desperate, and I move away as she rolls on her back and lets one leg fall off the bed. I gently take that leg and slip it over my shoulder and pull myself closer. Now as I eat her I can watch her face. I nearly come in my hand at the thought of it.

“Cricket…” I moan as I swirl my tongue inside her tight walls. I want to erase the pain of her past, replace it with only pleasure and happiness, and if I wake her like this every morning that might just do the trick.

“Jackson, mmm Jackson…” she pants, still dreaming. I wish I could eat her and fuck her at the same time. To taste her while still inside her…the thought itself makes me explode and I spray the underside of my bed with my seed like a geyser. I can't be quiet anymore, I’m groaning so loud in pleasure and devotion that it wakes her. She looks at me with my tongue deep inside her and her hands tangle in my hair immediately as she rocks against my face like a wild thing.

“Fuck, yes…” she moans, grinding against me, using me to pull her into her release.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. She comes as loud as I did, screaming at the top of her lungs as her legs spasm around my head and her back arches. When she finishes, she’s panting, out of breath, and laughing.

“How did you know that’s what I was dreaming about?” she asks breathily.

I sit back on my knees and grin like I’ve just won first prize. “I didn’t, I just wanted my woman for breakfast.” I grab her hips and pull her off the bed, laughing as she shrieks in surprise. I drop her on my cock, impaling her with my desperate need, and her laugh turns into a shocked moan.

“Tell me this is my life now?” she begs, rocking on my lap like the goddess she is.

“This is your life now, baby,” I whisper, peppering her neck and shoulder with tender kisses.

Her body’s so amazing, fitting around my cock perfectly. We don’t last long, and I didn’t expect to. I take her fast and fully, mouth to mouth, devouring each other's breaths with every passing moan.

Placing my hands on either side of her on the side of the bed, I use it to anchor my passion. She leans her head back, stroking my chest as rocks her hips to my rhythm. Before I know it, I’m filling her with my seed again, but I don’t moan. I watch in silence as she trembles, as if my seed itself gives her more pleasure than anything. Her hips jerk, and she comes again, and I kiss her sternum as her little gasps begin to ebb.

When she finishes, she pulls herself into my arms and lays her head on my chest with a contented sigh. “Marry me,” she breathes heavily. “Let me be Cricket Olivia Zeta Wraith before my time comes. Give me that, and I’ll never ask for another thing in this world.”

Time stops, my heart swelling and shattering at the same time. I cling to her, tears slipping from my eyes into her hair.

“Yes,” I say, choking on the feelings. “I’ll marry you, Cricket…”

* * *

It feels wrong leaving her in the mansion as I follow Cole out the door. Ryder and Chase are waiting outside in a beat up chevy truck and every step towards them feels like the hardest thing in my life.

I told Cricket I’d be back, we’d decide on the wedding when I’m home. Whether it be just a courthouse paper signing or a big to-do, it’ll be done soon. She tells me it has to be. She thinks she won’t live much longer, and knowing that is ripping me in two.

The drive to the police station is silent, and I drive the semi alone towards the field that Chase recommended. I barely see the road or the truck in front of me as we drive. I see Cricket in a white dress, Cricket pregnant, Cricket breastfeeding our child.

“She has to live!” I scream, slapping the steering wheel in fury.

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