Chapter Nine
Neith
I blow a raspberry at him and carry on talking to Reed over the sound of River’s laughter, “Anyway, the first night that we met, you tried to read my mind, and I put my shields up, and you seemed really surprised that you couldn’t get through them, but I haven’t seen you use that since. At least I don’t think I have.”
Surprise lights Reed’s eyes, “I’m surprised you remember that.”
“That night was the turning point in my life. I’m pretty sure it’s carved into my memory. I hope I never forget it,” I reply honestly.
Soft smiles cross the guys’ faces.
“Us too,” River answers for all of them.
Reed nods, “It’s not my favorite thing to do.
I don’t like being in other people's heads, and I can only really do it with humans since none of them put up walls. Or at least the majority of them don’t, so it’s easier.
We don’t really have that much interaction with humans, so there’s never been a reason to use it. Not recently anyway.”
I nod, “Ah, okay, yeah. That makes more sense.”
“Sorry, dude, that was probably really confusing,” Ransom says to Baz.
He shrugs with a smile, “You guys have history, and obviously I wasn’t there, I get it. I enjoy hearing about it, though.”
“Winston obviously thinks that Baz is going to be around for a while, but I’m not sure what we should fill him in on or not,” River says thoughtfully. “No offense.”
Baz chuckles, “None taken, I understand completely.”
“Well, we could . . .” Raiden starts and then stops when a breeze kicks up around Griff, and his eyes go completely black.
“What’s happening?” Baz asks as he tenses, getting ready to help in whatever way he can.
“He’s having a vision,” I explain.
Baz tilts his head as he studies Griff, “I don’t think I have ever seen someone’s eyes go black when they have a vision. It’s curious.”
“We haven’t either, we figure that it’s something to do with the new . . .” Ransom trails off as Griff’s eyes clear.
I have to admit that I’m nervous. When Griff has a vision, it tends to be something that we have to do right now, and it’s a matter of life and death, and quite frankly, it has been a long fucking day, and I am fucking tired. I don’t want to have to do anything right now.
He smiles, “Baz isn’t going anywhere. He’s one of us, permanently. We need to fill him in on everything.”
Coen grins and claps a shocked-looking Baz on the shoulder, “Well, it’s a slightly unorthodox way to gain a family member, but I can’t say that I’m surprised. You’ve felt like one of us since we met. Welcome to the family, man.”
“Family,” Baz says quietly, an array of conflicting emotions playing out across his expression.
Understanding crosses several of the guys' faces.
“I’ll fill him in,” River offers with a smile.
“Me too. I’m not going to be able to sleep for a while anyway,” Raiden adds. “Obviously, we will leave some of the more personal stuff for you guys to explain as and when you want to.”
“That works for me,” Van agrees. He looks at Baz, “Would you like to go through everything now, or do you want to get some sleep? It’s been a really long day for everyone, but you were being tortured earlier today, and have found out that you’re stuck with us, people who you barely know.
It would be understandable if you wanted to take some time to process everything before we add even more crazy to your life. ”
Baz grins, his purple eyes shining with happiness, “From what I’ve already learned about you all, if I don’t get caught up now, there’s a chance that I’m most likely never going to get caught up because something else will happen.”
I chuckle, “Well, you aren’t wrong.”
“See, you’re already understanding how we work. You fit right in,” Doc grins.
Baz chuckles, “Seriously though, after so long of being completely alone, finding out that I have,” he pauses and then continues, “that I’m a part of this, is pretty fucking awesome, and I’m not going to be able to get to sleep anyway, so I may as well learn as much as I can.”
We all smile.
It feels right to have it confirmed that he is definitely one of us and isn’t going anywhere. I’m not really sure that I ever thought that he was.
“Yeah, that makes perfect sense,” Van agrees. He pauses for a second and then continues, clearly having changed his mind, “Why don’t we all fill you in on as much as we can? It makes more sense if we all do it rather than if just two of us do.”
“Plus, there is a lot that you should know,” I point out. “It’s already getting late. I say that we explain as much as we can until two am and then we call it quits for the night.”
“That works for me,” Baz agrees, as he yawns again.
“In that case, I would start with the things that are likely to come up first,” Raiden points out.
“Like the Pete and Murray situation and maybe a bit more about the Dimitri situation, since that’s more complicated and I have a feeling it’s about to get worse.
Also, the wards might be a good place to start as well, since we need to go to Scotland soon. ”
So that’s what we do for the next hour or so, because apparently, two am was a lot sooner than I thought it was. We fill in Baz about those subjects in particular. Of course, we take a few detours, but we mostly manage to stay on subject.
When two am hits, we are all more than ready to head up to bed, and it’s agreed that whenever we have some downtime, we’ll try to fill him in on as much as possible until eventually he’s caught up.
After saying goodnight to all of the guys, I grab Ransom’s hand and pull him toward my bedroom.
“Are you okay?” I ask as the door closes behind us. “You’ve been pretty quiet.”
Ransom smiles as he pulls me into his arms, “I’m good, I think I’m just tired.”
Pulling back slightly, I study his expression, not liking the tightness around his eyes. “Are you sure? You know you can talk to me about anything?”
His normally bright blue eyes are closer to navy, and his gaze roams over my face. What he’s looking for, I don’t know.
He sighs, “Okay. So I love violence.”
“I know,” I interrupt.
He smiles, “I don’t love it like a normal supernatural does.
I fucking crave it, I revel in it, and there is a side of me that literally feeds from it,” he winces, and looks away.
“Calling it violence probably wasn’t the right thing, it’s more than that, it’s death, and blood, and violence all mixed together. ”
“I figured that it was probably something like that,” I reply simply. He’s confirmed what I’ve been thinking for a while now.
His gaze snaps up to meet mine, “It doesn’t freak you out? I know that you like violence and that none of us are exactly pacifists, but this is on another level.”
I shake my head, “Nope. I get it, honestly, I do.” And then, because he clearly doesn’t believe me, I add, “There’s nothing like watching the life drain out of the eyes of someone who has tried to kill you.
” I feel my eyes glow, “Or, grabbing a hold of their soul, holding it, and knowing that you can completely obliterate it in a second, if they deserve it. I love the feel of Asael slicing through flesh, and I even love the thrill from hand-to-hand combat. The feel of someone actually landing a hit and knowing that they’re going to be worth fighting. ”
Ransom grins, “You’re fucking perfect.”
“I know,” I smirk. I’m aware that to others, this whole conversation is absolutely crazy, but it works for us. “That’s not what’s bothering you though.”
His smile falls slightly.
“Ever since I went to Luesidious, the first time, and my magic swords appeared, the other side of me has been on edge. Hungrier. Usually, I just tap into that side when we have some kind of fight, and that’s enough to satiate it, but not anymore.
It’s actually hungry. Today worked really well to feed it, but I’m still on edge,” he steps away from me and starts to pace.
“I don’t think I’ll be getting any sleep any time soon.
Do you want me to go and get one of the others, so you don’t have to sleep alone? ”
I shake my head, “Nope.” I pause and then grin, “Fuck me.”
He freezes, his head snapping in my direction, his eyes darkening.
“What?”
I smirk and pull my shirt over my head. I refused to put on a bra after I showered earlier. Ransom’s gaze falls to my boobs, and I bounce on my toes, making him smirk, as his eyes move back up.
“Fuck me,” I repeat.
He growls, pulling his shirt off as he reaches for me, and pulls me into his arms. My nipples brush against his chest, and I bite my lip as the contact sends a shiver of heated awareness down my spine. He lifts me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as his lips crash against mine.
My hands fist in his hair, and he growls, biting down on my lip and making me gasp as a zing of pain and pleasure rushes through me.
My hips buck as I moan, and he turns us. My ass lands on the top of my dresser as I hastily push everything to the floor, not giving a shit about it right now.
Ransom’s lips trail down my throat before his large hand replaces them and wraps around my neck, squeezing firmly but not so tight that I can’t breathe.
He steps back slightly, his gaze flaring with heat as it travels over me sitting before him, his hand around my neck, my boobs pushed out, and my legs spread.
He growls as his hand around my neck flexes, making me moan, and he bites his lip.
He lunges forward and, in one swift move, rips my underwear at the seams. I pull on his belt, unbuckling it and pushing his jeans down.
“You’re not wearing underwear,” I mutter.
“Neither are you,” he retorts with a smirk, and I grin.
“Shut up and fuck me.”
His hands grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the dresser as in one smooth move, he pushes inside, making me cry out in pure pleasure as my nails dig into his shoulders and pull him closer.
He stills, allowing us both to get used to the sensation, as he bites down on my neck, his fingers plucking my nipple.
His hand flexes on my hip as he seems to hesitate.
I dig my nails into his shoulders harder as I pull him forward, biting down on his earlobe and making him hiss. I mutter, “I don’t want gentle, Ransom.”
Those words seem to flick a switch.
He growls, pulling back, his hand fisted in my hair as our mouths collide. He pulls out, and I whimper, thinking that he’s pulling out completely, but my whimper quickly turns into a shout of pure pleasure as he slams back inside me.
The hand in my hair tightens as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him as he bites it, making my pussy clench around him.
Picking me up, he slams me against the wall, and my back arches, not from pain but the opposite. My nails dig into his back as I hold on for dear fucking life.
Continuing to fuck me and keeping me pinned against the wall, he pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, as he gathers my hands in one of his and pins them above my head. His other hand grips my ass tight enough that I know it’s going to leave bruises, and I fucking love it.
He kisses me like I’m his fucking air and then changes the angle.
I tear my mouth from his, crying out as the intensity ups and he manages to hit the perfect spot.
My orgasm doesn’t build, it explodes through me, and his gaze stays locked on my face as I swear I see the afterlife.
He slows, gathering me close to him as he walks me over to the bed, laying me down like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
His hips slow, grinding against mine as I meet him thrust for thrust, my hands gripping his shoulders, as he kisses me with the same intense slowness as he’s fucking me.
My orgasm starts to build again.
He groans, my pussy clenching around him, as he trails kisses down my neck. I pull his head back up. When his gaze meets mine , I grin and then flip him so I’m on top.
He smiles as he stares up at me.
“Fuck,” he curses as I roll my hips, my nails digging into his pecs and his hands flexing on my hips.
I throw my head back, picking up my pace as my nerve endings fire and my moans get louder.
Falling forward onto his chest, I kiss down his neck as he tilts his head, allowing me better access, and his hand runs down my back. He palms my ass as he moves us faster.
I’m so fucking close.
His finger circles my ass before he pumps his fingers inside, and I moan at the sensation of being so completely filled.
My orgasm crashes through me, and I bite down on his neck, his hips jerk, and he growls as his own orgasm rushes through him, and he wraps both of his arms around me, holding me close as we ride out the waves of pure bliss.