Chapter 30
Micah
Days pass with me keeping my distance from Katana, hiding in the shadows. Not because I want to. Because I have to.
Vale’s scent still clings to her like smoke, and if I hover too close, I’ll burn this whole place down before I’m ready.
So I dig instead—listening, watching, and waiting for an opening.
When word spreads that Vale left the grounds for his home in Black Hollow, the restraint I’ve been gripping like a blade slips.
Tonight, I take what’s mine.
Her room is dark when I slip inside, the air heavy with sleep and the faint lavender scent from her pillow. She startles awake the moment my hand brushes her shoulder, hazel eyes wide, fear flashing in them until recognition softens it into something else.
“Micah—”
“Shhh.” I press a finger to my lips and tug her from the bed. No time for hesitation. No time for questions.
We move like thieves through the corridor, our steps swallowed by silence, then up the narrow stairwell. Her breath quickens, but she doesn’t fight me.
We emerge onto the rooftop, moonlight turning the rails of the widow’s walk silver. The wind wrestles her hair into a halo. She looks both fragile and untouchable up here, suspended between earth and sky.
“What happened in his office?” I ask, my voice low enough that it could be a warning or a plea.
She swallows hard, her arms folding tightly around herself. “Vale… questioned me. Pushed harder. I think he suspects something.”
My chest locks. The image of Vale circling her—testing and hunting—threatens to crack my control. I steady it, but just barely.
“He’s dangerous, Katana. More than you realize.” I yank my sweatshirt up and tilt it so the moonlight shows the pale lines on my ribs, the old map of violence. “He did this to me. Don’t underestimate him.”
Her hand lifts before I can stop it. Fingertips ghost over the scars, light as regret. I hiss, not from pain but because I don’t ever want her to stop.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her voice tiny against the wind.
"Better than okay." I step closer, my fingers finding the plane of her cheek, tucking her brunette locks behind one ear. When I pull her closer, the world narrows to breath and heat. My mouth covers hers in a kiss that’s all claim, restraint, and hunger held in check.
She returns the kiss—soft and urgent—and whatever careful calm I possessed cracks.
When I break the kiss I say one thing. “Strip. Now.”
She obeys, her hands trembling but sure. The chilly air kisses our newly bared skin. I discard my clothing, hunger burning inside my veins. We move together, not clumsy, but not careful either—two violent things finding a rhythm.
A shiver rolls through her, but it's not fear. It's excitement.
Her lips part slightly as she complies, her eyes locked with mine - until I pull my boxers off. Then her gaze drops to my dick, her tongue licking her lips.
"On your knees."
She sinks down onto her sweatpants to provide her knees cushion against the concrete. She stares up at me, her hand wrapping around my thick cock, stroking from base to tip. "That's not going to fit in my mouth."
"You'll fit more of it in then you think." I stroke her jaw before moving to her hair. "Open up. Taste me."
She moans, leaning forward and wrapping her lips around my tip, licking the precum. Goosebumps pebble over my skin from her warm, hot mouth against the cool night air.
"That's it." I begin moving my hips. "Suck me."
"Mmm." She takes me deeper, her confidence growing.
"Fuck, yes." My head falls back, my hips slowly working, letting her adjust.
Just when she thinks I'm gonna take it easy on her, I shove myself deeper, grinning as she gags around my length. "Breathe through your nose." I pull out slightly, letting her take a breath, before shoving myself back in.
It feels so damn good, I start to lose control. My hands tangle in her long locks as I fuck her mouth, moaning from how good she feels. My breath heaves, and just as I'm about to come, I pull out.
I drop to my knees, pushing her back against the railing, making her gasp. I grip her ass, holding her in place before my hand slides to her leg, tossing it over my shoulder. "Now it's time for me to feast."
Her eyes widen as my tongue moves between her soaked folds, moaning from her taste. The slightly musky scent of her makes me feral, and I lick her like a starving, wild beast, feeling her legs tremble around my head as I suck her clit hard into my mouth.
Slipping two fingers inside her, I pump them in and out, all the while sucking her clit. "That's it, little murderess. Loose control. Come on my tongue."
Her head falls back and she screams as her hips rolls, her pussy tightening around my fingers. She comes hard, her eyes rolling back, entire body shaking around me as I keep licking and sucking until she's finished.
I get to my feet, my lips glossy from her juices, smirking at her. "Turn around and hold onto the railing."
She stares at me, her chest still heaving. "I don't think I can move."
I grab her hips, turn her around, and bend her over. She yelps in surprise, gripping the bars. I line up with her entrance, and slide inside.
"Oh my G - monster..." she breathlessly whispers. "You're so deep."
"Yes, my little murderess,” I hiss, gritting my teeth, closer to the edge than I'd like to be. I try to focus on something besides how tight and wet she is as I pound into her, her moans and whimpers filling the chilly night air.
Then she tightens around me, squeezing me so hard I nearly explode, whimpering my name. “Micah—"
That's all she gets out before she has another orgasm, this one more explosive than the one in my mouth.
I keep moving, thrusting steadily until I can't hold back any longer. I shove myself deep, my cock twitching as I spurt inside her, my breath heaving from my lungs like I just sprinted a marathon.
When I'm finished, I pull out, then spin her around. I gather her in my arms, pulling her against me. "No matter what Vale tries, I'll keep you safe." I brush a sweaty lock of hair from her forehead. "Just trust me."
She nods, squeezing me tighter. "I trust my monster."
“Good.” I let the word be an oath.
We stay on the widow’s walk until the edges of the sky begin to pale. Below us Holloway sleeps.
Up here, the two of us are united. Wild, raw, and dangerous enough to survive anything that comes our way.
Or so we think.