Chapter 61
CHRISTOPHER
Home has never been a place for me.
It’s the people who make a house a home. The friends and family who crowd a space, clustering the hole in your heart until there’s a sense of peace.
A sense of knowing this is where you belong.
With these ugly, messy fucking people.
“Oi! Who let the mutt back in our hanger?”
In typical Horace fashion, he’s standing off to the side, doing his damn best to look haughty.
I drop my duffel bag and run towards him, scooping the idiot into my arms before any more shit can sprout from his mouth.
“I missed you too, mate.”
There are tears running down his cheeks when he hugs me back, tears that match the ones on my cheeks as Jasper and Mae join the reunion.
We huddle together, laughing and crying as the missing pieces of my heart slot themselves back in place.
“Jesus, mate. What have they been feeding you over there?” Poking my stomach, Horace pulls a face, “You’re skin and bones. What happened to the beer belly you left with?”
“Fuck off.” Laughing, I shove him away.
“I’m serious. You look like shit.”
Mae rolls her eyes, stepping between us, “He’s been moping every day since you left. Just ignore him.”
“Oi. Watch who you’re calling mopey.”
I shake my head and pull her close. Press her tight against me, listening to her sharp inhale.
“Is that her?”
“Holy shit.” Slapping me hard on the chest, Horace looks at me with wide eyes, “Where can I get one?”
Jasper groans, “Jesus, mate. Have some class.”
“What? It’s not my fault I know a goddess when I see one.”
There’s only one fragment of my heart that’s missing, one vital tendon that keeps the whole thing beating.
Stilettos click against concrete floors, tantalizing pants caressing every toned inch of her legs. Blonde curls cascade down her back, pouty lips painted in the brightest scarlet colour you can find.
A diamond-crusted leash extends from razor sharp talons and clings to the collar hanging proudly off Ronan’s neck. Ears perked, snout raised, he looks every bit as confident as the woman walking beside him.
“Hello boys.”
Emerald eyes sweep across the hanger, a smirk teasing the corner of her mouth.
“And Mae, of course.”
The purr slinks out, and I swear to God, it is the first time I have ever seen a blush stain Mae’s cheeks.
“Uh, hi.”
I grin, walking over and wrapping my arms around the treasure I stole from Wolf Hollow.
“What do you think, darling? Think we should stay for a while?”
Calista doesn’t glance around the hanger. Her eyes never make it to the mismatched couches, the miscellaneous kitchen appliances or the makeshift office space we built Jasper.
She just looks at me and smiles.
“Feels like home.”
Cheers go up and suddenly we’re being crushed together, thrown in the middle of a group hug that’s sweaty and greasy but so fucking perfect.
“Welcome to the crew, Calista.”
Jasper grins and presses a kiss to her cheek, his brown skin flushed with the endorphins filling the air.
“I hope you brought that hellcat with you.”
“Fuck yeah, I heard you can drive.” Fanning himself, Horace can barely contain his excitement, “You’ve got to compete with us at the burnout this week. Christopher has been the reigning champion for far too long.”
Amusement dances through Calista’s gaze when she glances at me.
“He does have a neat trick when it comes to racing.”
Mae grins, “I like her already.”
“Alright, let’s simmer down. Calista and I need to get some sleep after a long plane ride.”
“Is that code for sex?”
“Goodnight, Horace.”
He huffs, “You better not use the communal showers.”
I flip him off, dragging a smiling Calista from her sea of admirers.
“I mean it, Christopher. Don’t you dare-
The door closes and I waste no fucking time.
Pinning Calista to the frame, I hike up her legs and wrap them around my waist. Shove my tongue down her throat and listen to the purr vibrating along my tongue.
“I thought we made up on the flight over.”
Pushing back against the doorframe, she grinds her pussy against my jeans, rubbing herself all over me until it feels like I’m about to fucking burst.
“You sucking my cock beneath the seat blanket was not enough.”
Lifting her up, I walk us over to the bed that’s been waiting for her.
“Hips up, darling.”
She grins, watching me strip off her leather pants like an animal.
“In a rush?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.”
Blonde curls spill across my sheets as Calista throws her head back and laughs. Lets out a cackle that washes over every fucking piece of me.
“If I could listen to that sound for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.” Dropping to my knees, I grab her ankles and drag her towards the end of the bed, “Morning and night, darling. That’s all I want to hear.”
A coy smile plays along her face as she watches me lick her pussy like a good boy.
“Pretty words don’t do it for me, Devil.”
“Only because you don’t believe they’re true.”
I let the truth settle over her shoulders, filling a bit of the emptiness that will never be complete.
“But they are true. And I’m afraid I’ve fallen madly in love with you.”
Her lips twitch, “That does explain why I had to break you out of the psych ward.”
“Joke all you want but one of these days I’m going to convince you.”
It’s a vow I say with my mouth and write with my tongue. Cherishing her, worshipping her until pleasure drips from every crevice of Calista’s body.
“Good boy, Devil. That’s my good boy.”
It’s not the praise so much as it’s the possession, the label that has my cock standing to attention. Punching a hole through my jeans until I drag my mouth away from her dripping pussy and fucking do something about it.
Fisting the tip of my cock, I let pre-cum spill across Calista’s stomach. Watch the flecks of cum sprinkle along the scales of her dragon, the vicious creature draped along her body that fits so perfectly with mine.
“I love you.”
I say it again, watching her eyes glisten with secrets her lips will never tell.
“I know.”
My cock slides into her, seamlessly bringing our bodies closer together. Smearing cum and pleasure in the space between us, listening to the sound of Calista’s moans as she watches me fuck her. Watches me make love to her with brutal, relentless thrusts that remind her that this is her home.
Right here between my arms.
Long, ferocious fingernails wrap around my own, pressing our wrists flush together. Fresh ink bleeds into fresh ink, the irritated skin pink and so fucking perfect.
The kind of devotion that’s written for all the world to see.
Script weaves its way around her wrist and spills across mine, a shared tattoo that doesn’t cover a single scar. The best kind of memories are scribbled along my wrist, possession and a bit of obsession dripping through the letters that make up our story.
It isn’t pretty and it isn’t all that cute. But for a monster who found her happy ending, I hope Calista sees it as a reminder of how much good she brings into this world.
How much good she brings into my world.
Three words weren’t enough to sum up our story.
But I like to think that maybe four will do.
Her wolf. His dragon.