Chapter 43
forty-three
Something is stirring. Throbbing. A soft sound followed by a deep breath. When it happens again, I realize it’s coming from me.
It takes a long moment to open my eyes, and when I do, they fall shut again. Instead of pain or fear or horror, now my body is filled with pure pleasure. Lightning shoots up my spine until all my nerve endings tingle.
Erotic sounds erupt around me. Sucking. Smacking. Whimpers of want…
Finally, I blink awake. “Fuck, Monarch…”
Olivia’s head bobs on my cock, the sheets shoved down, exposing her naked figure along with the reddened marks from her burns as she lays between my legs. Her green eyes glance up at me, plump lips curling into a wicked grin around my girth, which swells to its full capacity.
I’m lost somewhere between a dream state and alertness. “Is this to get me back for what I did to you?” My voice is hoarse from the night.
“Yes,” she whispers, and her warm breath shocks me until my hips jut forward, seeking more of her wet tongue. “Beg me,” she says with a wink.
“Listen, Monarch. I’ll beg. Plead. Get on my knees for you. I need you. Please.”
Her smile widens until she flashes her teeth, her grip tightening on my length as she strokes me from the base to the tip. A bead of want seeps from the end as she does, and I throb in her grasp. When she dips her mouth onto my cock again, I toss my head into the pillow and release a pent-up groan.
She follows her fist with her sucking lips up and down…a rhythm she must’ve learned I like. “Ride me. Please, my queen. I need you to.”
With a pop, she releases the crown of my dick, then shimmies on top of me. Her slick pussy hovers just over my tip as my shaft surges in her hold. I caress her soft waist to position her and help her slide down. When she finally does, we both release sighs of ecstasy.
“That’s my girl,” I whisper as she leans forward to kiss me deeply.
Settling in, she grabs my throat. Not hard, but enough to make me delirious with lust. Her full breasts swing in my face until my teeth latch onto her nipple and pull it into my mouth for a hearty suck. She cries out in pain, and I swirl my tongue around it to soothe the ache away.
Her hands lace through my hair as her ass bobs on me, riding me, our skin slapping together. Grasping the hair on the crown of her head, I tug until her neck arches and mouth opens. I shove three fingers toward the back of her throat, wetting them until she chokes.
Squeezing her butt cheeks, I spread them apart as she continues to bounce off me, every stroke bringing us closer to the edge. Raspy moans fly past her lips, and with a sodden digit, I press on her tight little asshole until one finger delves in deep.
“Oh my god,” she breathes, and I smirk.
“You like that, filthy girl? You need something in your ass as you fuck?”
She squeaks out an affirmative sound, so I add a second finger, and she gasps. “Yes… Please.”
“You want me to fuck your ass while you’re riding my cock?”
Rapidly, she nods. When I add the third finger, I plunge in and out in time with her swivels against me. Every downstroke, I shove in as her gaze drifts away toward Nirvana. My impending orgasm can’t be contained just thinking about replacing my fingers with my shaft.
“Fuck me, Olivia. Use my cock for yourself. Be my good slut.” I finish my sentence with a harsh swat on her generous thigh as she comes undone all over me, flooding my lap with her desire. Her body quivers and shakes as she collapses on my chest, tits squished against my thumping heart.
“Yes, my dirty girl. Mine…”
I pull her face toward my lips so I can suck on her neck near the pulse. As I do, I shove my hips up and fuck her rapidly until I erupt deep within her. Her pussy cushions me as I pulse erratically, emptying everything I have into her.
Catching a breath, I notice the hickey already forming near her throat and smile at the mark I’ve left.
She squirms until I slip out of her, then presses her cheek to my pec. “I hear your heart. I never want it to stop.”
My eyes close at her words, and I kiss the top of her head. “I love you.”
“I was supposed to keep you awake all night. But I fell asleep.”
The throb returns to my head as I remember coming back to the mansion after everything. Our hideout. We avoided being seen and called up our house doctor to forgo any outside medical assistance. Instead, our alibis held up. “I’m fine…I think. Still awake and alive.”
I trail a finger over the burn marks left on her back from the shock plates.
The welts have faded to thin lines. When the air shifts too cold, she twitches like she’s bracing for more pain. We’d put salve on them. But maybe an orgasm was better than painkillers. Or maybe it was just a necessary distraction. We needed each other to feel safe again.
“I’m fine, too,” she says, resting her chin on my sternum.
We gaze at one another for a long while, holding a full conversation with our eyes. One that says we won’t part from each other ever again, checking in to make sure the other heals a little. Even if we’re performing like things are okay. We know it’ll take time to recover.
“You had a nightmare last night,” I murmur. “You screamed once. Just once. I held you tighter.”
Her lashes lower. “I think it was Reggie’s office…
but this time, I wasn’t the one on the desk.
” She swallows. “Mr. Earl was. And I was standing behind him, giving the orders. I had wings, but not butterfly ones. Military-grade sort of black Kevlar arcs. I remember stomping on slugs and slitting throats with blades that grew from my fingertips.”
She grows silent as we let the moment hang in the air. There’re no words I can say that will take away what happened. What we both experienced. The worst moment of my fucking life. And likely hers too. But we were together.
“You were with me,” she whispers.
Knowing she was reading my mind, I half-laugh. “Yeah. Right there.” I catch my breath, feeling her heartbeat align with mine. “I’m making you coffee.”
She doesn’t argue, only slips to the side and pulls the sheet up to her chest. “It’s my favorite thing you do.”
“Because I’m shirtless when I do it?”
“Exactly.”
“But it’s cold as fuck in here.”
“Too bad, peasant. Do it anyway.”
I smirk as she leans up on an elbow to get a better view. Making a show of grinding the beans slowly, my biceps flex while she fucks me with her eyes. She’s so beautiful like this, all sex hair and flushed skin. There’s no way I could go again so soon, but I consider it.
“What are we doing today? Do we just pretend everything is normal?” She bites her lower lip, and I know what she’s afraid of.
Turning on the news. Hearing that the police are on their way.
Only thing is, at least campus cops answer to her father more than the president.
Not to mention, all Von Dovish guards are on high alert, making extra trips around the perimeter of the walls surrounding us.
“We’ll walk over to my parents’ house and check in. Then, I’ll turn in our final project for Navarro and schedule our fake final grades.”
She takes a deep breath. “My grandfather’s holiday party is next weekend…the last Omega meeting of the semester and my family dinner on Sunday…”
I hand her a steaming mug, and she sips it before her big eyes glance up at me.
“Will they still happen? Do I still go?” she asks.
Unsure, I shrug. “We’ll see what statement campus comes up with this morning.”
A sheen of snow covers the ground, glistening in the gray morning sky. Fog covers the lower valleys between our mansion and my parents’ a few acres away. “Drink your coffee and bundle up in warm clothes. Let’s head out.”
Before I can pick up my cup of joe, she grabs my hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so afraid. “Will they like me?”
I can’t help but laugh. “My parents?”
“Yes.”
“Olivia… Uh… Yeah. And it wouldn’t matter anyway if they didn’t. They let me make my own decisions.” My mouth twists as I contain a chuckle. “I’ve been much more worried you won’t like them.”
Her brow furrows. “Why?”
I scratch the back of my head and pour more sugar into my mug. “I guess if you think I’m weird, you’ll be walking into a freak show.” At least Dad can fake being a regular guy for hours at a time. Usually.
But Mom…
I have no idea what will come out of her mouth.
“I’ll need some time to fix my hair and get changed. I don’t want to just…show up there and not be prepared. I’m—”
Hurrying over to her, I press my lips to hers, cutting off her words. “Shh. You’re perfection, just as you are. Now, my red admiral… Get dressed, and let’s go bother the chef up there to make us some breakfast. A nice one. One fitting of two vigilantes.”
“Vigilantes…” she muses. Her worried expression curls into a smile. “I like that.”