~Chapter 13~
S itting outside of Bea’s room, waiting for Danny to finish in the basement, I find myself oddly filled with jealousy .
I had to go to the bathroom earlier while Danny and Charlie were downstairs. Stu has been noticeably MIA since the day we found the letter.
But, while I was in there, I heard her terrified screams. And, damn, hearing her screaming out, knowing I was supposed to be there, gutted me. Of course my body decided that was the moment I needed to relieve myself, so she was left vulnerable, scared, and all alone.
Her screaming for “Alpha” though… I’m starting to think their little “video sessions” meant a whole lot more to both of them than they let on.
By the time I finished and got cleaned up, I turned the corner to find Charlie snuggled against a calm, serene-looking Beatrice. His arm was draped across her body, and the fingers poking out of her cast were hooked onto his forearm. Her head was leaning against his, and they both looked oddly at peace. But the craziest damn part was seeing Charlie had fucking fallen asleep!
He can’t sleep with anyone touching him. Hell, he can’t sleep 90% of the time alone in his room. Between his childhood, his time serving as a Marine, and what happened with Cammy, he’s a certified Insomniac. How much he can get done on so little sleep is freaky.
Not wanting to disturb them, I swiped my tablet from the nightstand and meandered back to the hallway where Danny had moved the armchair. With a loud sigh, I slid in and started working on my latest compilation of words; poems, I guess.
Thirty minutes later, I’m still sitting here while Charlie snuggles Beatrice. And, yes, I have realized I am a little jealous. I should have been there. Me . Charlie couldn’t comfort an abandoned puppy, let alone a human being. That ability switched off a long ass time ago. But here we are. He’s ignored her for days, belittled her, made it very clear he doesn’t want her here… And yet, he’s in there, right now, cuddled up with her.
It’s both adorable and infuriating.
A door slams down the hall, and I assume it’s Danny because Stu rarely leaves his room anymore. The quiet footsteps are rushed, almost frantic, and I stand, ready for a fight.
I hate this part.
Danny flies around the corner, his eyes darker than his hair, as he frantically searches around me. “Where?” He growls low and menacing.
A little tingle shivers down my spine. It’s always hard to get his beast back in its cage, but now I have to worry about him accidentally hurting Bea.
Danny’s the most gentle, loving soul, but his beast…yeah, not so much. When he’s trapped in the red place, we’ve found one specific thing that helps bring him back quickly.
But I’m not sure if I can distract him long enough to lead him away from Bea.
Placing both hands up, I quickly slide in front of the doorway and gently close the door. Placing both of my hands up in a placating gesture, I firmly state, “She’s sleeping.” I almost tell him she had a nightmare but decide he may lose it if he knows she was sad or scared without him here. Dude, same.
What I don’t anticipate is the growl he releases and his lip tipping up into a sneer as he comes toe-to-toe with me. “Move.”
My brows raise all the way to my hairline at his insistence. Flicking my gaze between his eyes, I see that he’s completely in the red place and is not going to give up easily.
But I can’t let him wake Bea. I won’t. Shit, this is going to be much harder than I thought.
Letting my hands barely touching his chest, I try again. My voice is calm, firm, but I do raise it just a little, hoping I can wade through the haze he’s in. “No. Beatrice needs to sleep so she can get better. You,” I point near his face, keeping my right hand resting on his chest, “need to get cleaned up and eat something before seeing her.”
And this motherfucker swings.
A loud crack resounds through the hall, and I belatedly realize that it’s my jaw.
By the next swing, I’m ready. My right hand darts out in time to catch the outside of his right wrist; locking on tight. With my other hand, I push his right arm just below his shoulder, then abruptly pull his arm across his body. Before he can react, I’m shoving his chest against the wall, wrenching his arms behind him, and interlocking his wrists in my hand.
Danny roars out in blind rage and thrashes wildly against the wall and me. “Silent, Baby Boy.” I hiss in his ear. “Stop, Now!”
His body trembles. Then, I feel every muscle in his body slowly unlocks. Knowing his mind is almost ready to proceed, I take his earlobe in my mouth and bite down, eliciting a harsh gasp and a partial growl from him.
“No!” I snap, popping him on the ass with my full hand. A throaty moan falls from his mouth, and his head thumps against the wall with a dull thud .
“I know you want to see Beatrice, but right now, you’re not in control. I am,” I growl as I thrust my jean-clad erection against the top of his ass.
“Y-yes, sir.” His words come out as a croak, sounding painfully raspy.
“Good, boy.” I grit through my teeth. I take a half step back and maneuver his hands until they are right against my belt. “Now, take off my belt, and free my fucking cock.”
His body vibrates with need as he quickly fiddles with the buckle, unclasping it just a heartbeat before he flicks the button on my jeans and unzips my zipper. His warm, soft hands make their way under my briefs, and I can’t help the groan that rumbles out of me.
“Are you going to be a good boy?” I rasp as he rubs his fingers across the tip of my dick; flicking the Prince Albert back and forth a few times before giving the top half of my dick a hard tug.
“Good. So good. I p-promise.” His hips thrust violently against the wall in front of him. The involuntary thrusting shows me that my sweet Danny Boy’s beast is almost locked up tight.
With a smirk, I lick a path from the pulse point on his neck all the way to his ear, flicking it lightly before biting down.
His whole body quakes against mine, and I briefly lose my ability to focus on anything but my need to feel his tight ass choking my cock.
“Hands on the wall,” I command. He obeys immediately, earning a low groan of approval. Reaching my arms around his waist, I quickly strip his pants from his body, silently thanking God, again, that this crazy man hates wearing underwear.
My hands shake as I squeeze my cock, lazily pumping with one hand as my other spreads his cheeks apart. “Wall pose.” My bark causes him to jump, but he quickly obeys.
With a grace that a man shouldn’t possess, his hands slide down the wall as he lowers his upper body and sticks his sexy ass out for me to ogle. I give him an appreciative hum, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and biting down.
I lean over, spread his sexy ass cheeks wide, and spit right at his hole. “I don’t have lube, but you have a safeword. What is it?”
I continue massaging the globes of his ass, and his legs shiver with anticipation before he grunts, “Smorgasbord.”
Satisfied, I part his cheeks before spitting in my hand. Rubbing it along my shaft, I nudge the tip at his entrance then whisper, “Come back to me, Baby Boy. I’ve got you.”
Pushing past the tight ring, I pop in the head of my throbbing cock.
Our groans echo down the hall as I slowly slide all the way into his tight channel. “Yes, Love. Fuck me. Please.” Danny’s whispered words are mixed with pain and pleasure; soothing my soul in the best way.
With the confirmation that he’s back with me, that his beast is locked firmly away, I begin to plow into him.
Sweat drips from my brow and lands on his ass, and I swear I hear it sizzle. Ok, maybe not, but his ass is so damn hot.
Within mere moments, my balls are drawing up, and I feel the base of my spine tingle. Keeping one hand on his hip, I use the other to curl my arm in front of Danny and stroke him in time with my thrusts. “Good boy. You did so well not cumming with my fat cock deep in your ass. You ready to come with me, Baby Boy?”
His mewled response sets me off, and I feel jet after jet of my sticky cum plaster deep inside his cavity.
As I come down from the high of the orgasm, I feel the same warm-sticky substance dripping from my hand. Thankfully, it feels like I caught most of Danny's release in my hand, so I won’t have to deal with Charlie bitchin’ about the mess.
With a pat on his ass, I slowly remove my soaking cocking from Danny and step back. Keeping my fist closed to prevent any more from spilling, I wait for him to turn around so I can kiss the shit out of him.
But I don’t get that chance. When Danny turns, his cock slowly deflating, and looking absolutely, deliciously fucked, his eyes widen, he sucks in a deep breath, and freezes completely.
“Uh…I… just… the bathroom…” I hear Bea’s sweet fucking voice moments before I hear her casted leg thumping quickly down the hall. She closes the door gently before we hear a thud against the door.
Danny’s eyes are as wide as saucers as they slowly move to meet my equally shocked gaze.
And, then, the asshole laughs.
I don’t mean a chuckle, a chortle, a snicker. No, this mother fucker full-on, gasping for breath, maniacally loud, hysterically laughs. I’m still too stunned to react because what the fuck just happened?
As his laughter subsides, I’m still standing there, limp noodle out, fist full of cum. Suddenly, he hauls me by my collar and thrusts his tongue into my mouth. It doesn’t take long before I’m giving as good as I get; our tongues dueling for dominance.
Just when I think I may pass out from lack of air, he breaks the kiss; his smile wide and a little goofy. “She totally liked that. You didn’t see her face. She was definitely standing there for a bit.” He whispers, and a conspiratorial gleam crosses his gaze.
Shaking my head, I smile back and hope he’s at least somewhat right. I mean, she was turned on by Danny talking about me fucking him. But hearing about it and seeing it are two different things. Fuck.