Chapter Twenty-Two
CREW
I’ve fucked my way through both men and women, and it’s always been a way to hold my monster at bay, to release some of the adrenaline and power constantly coursing through me.
Being inside Monroe? Having this goddess in such a primal way tops every other experience by a long shot.
They can’t be compared. Being with Monroe is like being handpicked by a goddess out of all the other mortals on Earth. I’m the lucky one.
I was honest when I told her I had never done this before.
I’ve fucked a hundred different ways with more partners than I can count, but I’ve never made love to anyone until now.
I didn’t just want to be inside Monroe, I wanted to give her my fucking heart and soul, and I hope she felt every single bit of emotion behind it.
I had no idea sex could be like this. Transcendent. Like every noise inside my head was finally silenced. All that exists is this perfect woman who’s stolen my heart. I know I’m no good for her, I know she can do so much better, but I can’t give her up.
What is this woman doing to me?
I gently kiss her lips, dragging my tongue back and forth across the seam. “Nothing has ever felt this good. This pussy was made for me. You were made for me.”
I slowly pull myself from her body, sitting back on my knees between her legs to watch her swollen little pussy leak my cum. I can’t believe I’m the only person to ever get her body this way. I wonder if I’m the only one to get her heart, too.
I lay down on my stomach between her legs, pressing a kiss to her center. Monroe gasps, trying to scooch away from me, but I grip her hips, dragging her ass back down to meet my face.
“What are you doing?”
“You didn’t come with me inside you, so I’m going to make you come again with my mouth.”
“I—Crew, there’s blood, and you came inside me.”
I chuckle against her wet, puffy flesh. “Pixie, you think a little blood and cum are going to stop me from devouring you? Never. I’m obsessed with this pretty pussy, obsessed with you. Now, lie back and let me take you to the stars, where you belong. You’re too good for this place.”
I don’t waste any more time, my tongue spearing inside her wet pussy.
The taste of our cum combined with the coppery tang of her blood hits my tongue, and I lose myself all over again.
I eat her pussy like I’m starving, like she’s my only source of sustenance.
And maybe she is. Maybe wading through hell brought me to her.
I’ve seen my brothers find the light at the end of their darkness, I just never thought I was deserving enough to have it.
When Monroe comes, her entire body shakes and trembles, and I don’t let up until I’ve pulled every bit of pleasure I can from her.
“Crew, holy shit,” she says through little gasps and pants. I sit up between her legs, wiping my hand over my mouth to discard some of the mess covering me. She looks thoroughly fucked, sated, and relaxed.
I lay down next to her, pulling her half on top of me so I can hold her naked body against mine. If I could spend the rest of my life just like this, listening to her breath and feeling the steady pulse of her heart, I would give up everything.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes. Better than okay. I’m just sore.”
The next moment, she looks down at us, getting a glimpse of my still semi-hard cock. “I can’t believe that was inside me.”
I look down, grabbing it with my palm and slowly stroking it. It’s sensitive, but not overly so. I could fuck her ten more times tonight if she could handle it.
“You took every inch.”
“You’re huge . . . and pierced.”
I smile, fully and unrestrained. What man doesn’t want to hear that he has a huge cock?
It’s not as big as Wrath’s, and if she’s amazed by mine, I had better make sure she doesn’t see the goods he’s packing.
He’s prettier, both his face and his stupid cock.
Yeah, I really need to keep her away from Wrath.
“I’m clean, too. Obviously. I’ve never been with anyone but you.”
“I get tested once a month at our clubhouse and haven’t been with anyone since I laid eyes on you. I knew you were it for me.”
“Thank you. What about . . . you . . .”
“Filled you up with my cum? You can say it, in fact, I’d love to hear those words come out of your pretty little mouth.” Her face blushes like the words embarrass her, even after everything we just did. It’s so cute.
“You . . . filled me up with your cum. I’m not on birth control. What did you mean when you said you can’t get me pregnant? Or did I imagine that?”
“Such a good pixie,” I praise her as I run my hands up her back, just wanting to touch her now that I can.
“You heard me right. I’m sterile. Had to make sure my line ended with me, so I got snipped.
You don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.
” Her shoulders relax, and I hope like hell it’s relief she’s feeling.
She mentioned before that she doesn’t want to be a mother, so I hope she isn’t upset.
There’s nothing I can do to change that now. I can’t be a dad, won’t.
My fingers thread through her hair, angling her face upward.
“I’ve always been an addict, Monroe. For blood, for violence, for death. But never for anything as good and pure as you. I can’t give you up.” I won’t.
Monroe falls asleep within a few moments, her body draped over mine, my hand lightly trailing up and down her spine. I breathe in her scent, filling my lungs with everything that’s her. I don’t dare fall asleep, not wanting to lose a moment.
My heart aches as I lie here and relive the last few hours.
The fact that she’s a virgin at her age makes much more sense, knowing her story.
This sweet, perfect woman lived through something so traumatic.
Monroe isn’t fragile at all. Her strength rivals any of the men at the club, and I know she’ll fit right in with the rest of our queens.
Saige is a little rough around the edges, but Bristol, Kinsey, and Morgan will welcome her with open arms.
Knowing what I know now, though, makes that fucker face, needle dick cornering her every chance he gets that much worse.
He needs to leave her alone, give her space to breathe and live without the pressure of a ghost’s brother haunting her every time she turns the corner.
Hopefully he understood that she’s under my protection now, and he won’t fuck with her again.
If he does, I won’t be so kind. It took all my strength not to collapse his windpipe where we stood.
I make a mental note to talk to her about Lookout Lake. It makes sense why she doesn’t go up there, but I want to help her overcome that fear.
When she wakes up sometime later, her stomach growls, making her laugh through her fog. She’s so fucking cute. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?”
I run the back of my finger over the bridge of her nose, smiling down at her sweet, freckled face. “I could eat.”
“How about we bake? Have you ever done that?”
“Bake? Like cookies or some shit?”
Monroe laughs as she sits up, pulling the sheets to cover her breasts, suddenly being modest. “Yeah, like cookies or some shit.”
“Didn’t you know? We bake all the time at the clubhouse.”
Her eyes pinch inward, her face scrunching up. “Wait, do you really?”
I bark out a laugh that surprises both of us. “No. Do I look like I bake, pixie?”
“You look like you could do whatever you want,” she says with a flirty little voice, eyes roaming all over my naked body. Fuck, she’s a dangerous little thing when she wants to be.
“Yeah, and what if I want to eat your pussy again so I can swallow down all your sweet cum?” Her face brightens, that deep crimson blooming across her skin. “There’s that blush I love so much. Fuck, you’re cute.”
“And you’re a distraction. Let’s clean up, and then we’re baking.”
Monroe stands from her bed, pushing open the pocket door of her closet.
I get an unobstructed view of her entire backside, and it takes every fiber of my being not to launch forward and take a bite right out of her ass.
My eyes travel down the length of her spine, the curve as it dips in right before her ass and the little dimple it creates there. This woman is so sexy.
To my disappointment, she pulls out a soft-looking dress that looks like it has to be a nightdress. It has thin straps, lace around the hem, and fits her like a glove.
When she turns around and sees me staring, that blush reappears.
Monroe moves to her kitchen on the other side of her house, opening the fridge and pulling out a bowl of purple grapes and two sticks of butter. I pull on my pants and tuck my cock away, painful as it is, but I don’t bother buttoning or zipping them.
The sun has set, and the moonlight pours in from her kitchen window, illuminating her like the ethereal creature she is. I move up behind her just as she pops a grape into her mouth. One of my hands finds her waist, the other reaching around to snag a grape.
“Alright, first we’re going to cream the butter with white and brown sugar. We need three quarter cups of each.” She sets a large bowl on the counter in front of me and hands me a measuring cup and two different containers of sugar. “You measure those out, I’m going to soften this butter.”
Figuring this is easy enough, I scoop out the sugars and drop them into the bowl, just as she returns with the sticks of butter.
She adds them to the sugar and uses a wooden spoon to mix it all up until it’s light and fluffy.
I’m impressed, and watching her work, hell, watching her do anything, is my favorite thing to do.
“I’ll keep mixing. Can you crack two eggs?” Positive that I can, I pick up one of the eggs she set out and look at it in my hand. Then I smack it against the counter, the inside goop splattering outward.
“Crew!” she laughs. “Have you ever cracked an egg before?”
“Never needed to. We have a cook at the clubhouse, and we eat out if he isn’t cooking,” I shrug as I grab a paper towel to clean up the mess.
“Okay, let’s try again, then.” Monroe moves in front of me, her body flush against mine as she grabs an egg.
“Hand over mine, feel how I do it.” I do as she says, holding the outside of her hand with mine, and then she gently taps the egg against the bowl twice, using her other hand to separate the shell.
The inside shit falls into the bowl easily, and then we drop the shell into her trash. “See? Easy. Your turn.”
Feeling like a fool, I pick up the other egg and copy exactly what she did, successfully getting the egg into the bowl, even if pieces of the shell fall in as well. Monroe doesn’t seem to mind, though, and that makes me feel good.
She adds vanilla extract, then stirs it all up. This is all so domesticated, and it makes my heart pound against my rib cage, but I also feel something I’ve never felt before, something soothing and light, like the pressure all over has eased some, and I can breathe a little easier.
“Now two and a quarter cups flour. The measuring cups are right there,” she tells me as she points to a stack of cups nestled inside of one another on her counter.
I grab them, getting the right scoop and diving into the flour.
I’ve never touched this shit before, and when I dump it from way too high above the bowl, I immediately recognize my mistake.
“Oh my gosh, Crew!” she squeals as a plume of flour erupts in front of us.
“You’re terrible at this.” Hell, I love this woman’s laugh.
I quickly snatch her around the waist, hauling her up and wrapping her legs around me.
I love that she’s not wearing anything under her dress because her pussy rubs against my bare abdomen like this.
I nuzzle into her neck, kissing and nipping the area right above her shoulder. “Mmm. But I think you know what I am good at.”
“Hmm. Do I? I’m not sure I remember,” she teases.
“Is that right?” I slip my hand between us, easily sliding through her tuft of hair until I’m pressing against her needy clit. I love how she feels. But I love it even more when she’s wrapped around my thick cock.
Monroe’s head falls back against a cabinet as I play with her, rubbing tight little circles over her flesh.
I nip at her chin and jaw until her mouth comes down to meet mine.
This kiss is different, heated, more of a race as her mouth opens to accept my tongue.
Instead, I suck hers into mine, swallowing down her moans.
My cock throbs, hardening, the tip sticking out of the top of my jeans, already leaking, already desperate.
“Can you take me again, pixie?” I whisper against her mouth.
“Fuck me, Crew.” Thank, fuck.
“Yes, my queen.”
I’m quick to shove my jeans down my thighs and line up my cock, pressing in slowly so she has time to adjust. I’m sure she’s sore as fuck, and I don’t want to hurt her.
I fill her easier this time, her body more open and relaxed now that she knows what to expect.
I thrust deep and slow, holding back with restraint I barely have.
But when she starts to lift herself up and down on my length, that restraint snaps. My hands sink into the flesh of her ass, holding her while my hips piston into her faster. I sink in deep on every thrust, her tight pussy spasming around me.
“Look down, pixie. Watch how your little pussy takes me, look at you stretching around my cock. You feel so good.”
She listens, my curious girl, and her mouth falls open in a sexy little “O.”
“Holy shit, Crew, oh god.”
“That’s it, feel it, you’re going to come all over me this time with my cock inside you, aren’t you, pixie?”
“Crew!” she moans. I stick my thumb into my mouth, getting it nice and wet before slipping it between us, finding her swollen clit, and rubbing it.
Monroe’s eyes practically roll to the back of her head, and I wish I were recording us right now.
What I wouldn’t give to be able to replay this entire evening on repeat whenever I wanted.
I feel her pussy walls start to flutter around me, her body tensing as her orgasm builds and builds. Mine is right there with her, tingling at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up close and tight.
“Come for your Heathen, pixie, and take me with you when you do.”
She combusts, her nails digging into my shoulder so hard I know they’ve broken the skin, her walls tightening like a vise around my length, locking me in as she comes. She does exactly what I needed her to, practically milking the cum right out of my cock.
There’s nothing in the world that can compare to this. She’s changed something deep inside me, something buried and broken. I feel like her sunshine is starting to fill my veins, pushing out some of that darkness.