Chapter 20 - Sara #2
“Can we lay down for a while?” I ask. “I’ve been through so much stress just in this last hour, I feel like I’ve run a marathon.”
“Of course,” Shawn says. “Would you like me to stay out of your way, or maybe run a bath for you?”
“No.” I shake my head, twisting my fingers tightly against his. “Please, just come and lay down with me.”
Shawn looks surprised, but lets me lead him down the hall. We snuggle up on the big bed, and once I’m wrapped safely in his arms, all my old fears rise in me, but they don’t scare me anymore.
“I wanted to leave this place,” I confess. “I mean, I’ve wanted it for a long time, but today, I almost actually went.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of a life out in the human world. A normal job, a little apartment. Just me and my freedom.”
Shawn chuckles. “I assure you, plenty of people living a life like that do not consider themselves to be free.”
“Then they don’t know how good they have it. They should try living in Father’s house for a week.”
“Was it really that bad?”
“Worse,” I mumble, wiping a tear from my cheek. “I was always up early to make breakfast and clean the house, then I’d work in the garden all day. In the evening, I’d have to serve Father, Melanie, and his men. I rarely got to bed early, and I was in a state of exhaustion all the time.”
“It’s the oldest trick in the book,” Shawn says. “Keep your prisoners tired and hungry, and they won’t have the spirit to rebel.”
“I don’t know if Father thought of it as a tactic. He just enjoys it.”
“That doesn’t surprise me.”
I sigh, snuggling closer to Shawn and feeling his arms tighten against me. “Father said if I didn’t agree to marry you, he’d let his men have me to do whatever they wanted.”
“That fucking asshole,” Shawn swears, his body rippling with tension. “I’m going to rip him apart!”
“No,” I say. “You were right. We need evidence. I want to know for sure that he sent Talon out to die. If we can’t prove it, the pack will never follow you, no matter how much aid you bring in.”
“I still don’t know how he managed to turn the pack against Talon,” Shawn says. “And why Talon didn’t work harder to understand his own people. He let this happen.”
“I wish I could tell you,” I say. “But as Father began to spend more time here, I came here, to Talon’s house, less and less.
It was always painful for me to be here, knowing safety but also knowing I could never stay—and that at any moment, Father could decide to use me to hurt Talon.
It was easier to just keep my distance.”
“Jess never took an interest in the other children?”
“Oh, she did, but I think the stigma was already pretty ingrained. The rest of the pack wouldn’t have their kids mingling with them.”
“There’s so much here that doesn’t make sense,” Shawn mutters.
“I know,” I say, tilting my head up to look at him. “But hopefully, we can get to the bottom of it, and if not, at least punish my father.”
“Amen to that,” he replies.
I reach up and touch the edge of his cheek, smiling as I brush back a lock of his dark hair. Shawn smiles back at me, and I snuggle even closer against his chest.
When he kisses me, fire blooms deep in my belly. His big, hard hands grip my hips, slide over my waist, and grope my breasts as we writhe against each other, our lips hot and slick as our kisses become more desperate.
Shawn pulls me even closer to him, and I wrap my arms tightly around his waist, feeling his hard muscles under his clothes. He rolls over, pushing me onto my back and thrusting his hips towards me.
I arch my back, opening my thighs and thrusting back against him. Shawn braces himself above me, and I feel his hands on my legs as he pushes my skirt out of the way.
For a moment, I’m full of conflict. Even after everything we’ve just shared, something inside me still holds back, one last particle of self-preservation. I hear Shawn pull down his zipper, and he moves between my legs, letting me feel his hard cock rubbing against my slick, aching pussy.
“Yes?” he asks, looking into my eyes. I know that if I tell him no, he will stop and leave me alone if that’s what I want.
In the dark, I can still see the green in his beautiful, big eyes.
My body is singing across every single inch of my skin in response to his heat, a magical chemistry that only exists between the two of us.
I know there is truth here, between us, and if I don’t give in to it, I risk my capacity for love and desire.
I have to trust him, not just with my head and my heart, but with my body and soul.
“Yes,” I answer, and his face breaks into a grin of pure joy.
I feel his hand between my legs as he guides his cock inside, and I throw my head back as every hard, throbbing inch of him slowly sinks into me. I have to grab his shoulders and dig my fingers into them, clinging to him as my body slowly opens for him.
Shawn wraps his arms around my waist as he slides all the way in, pressing forward with his hips as he braces his knees against the bed.
He kisses me softly, the gentle caress of his lips and the feather-light brush of his tongue sending thrills of pleasure through me.
The ripples echo through my body, and my deepest muscles respond, gripping his cock and making him gasp aloud.
The intensity builds, heat inside me slowly becoming a throbbing force that demands movement to be satisfied. We look into each other’s eyes as the feeling rises, and even though neither of us says the words, I can feel his love for me being answered by my own.
Senseless, to love someone so soon, but beyond all else, I feel I know this man. It’s as if we were fated to meet before I was even born.
Shawn kisses me urgently, and I can feel his pulse racing as he laces his fingers through mine and pins me against the bed. He thrusts into me in long, hard strokes, as deep as he can go, keeping his mouth on mine until the movement makes kissing impossible.
He holds my gaze for a second more before putting his head on my shoulder and letting go, his arms curling around my back and his hips slamming into me, pounding into me hard and fast. Sensations crash through my body, great waves of pleasure crashing through me, throbbing heat spreading from my core as my body spasms and clenches around his cock, orgasm after orgasm exploding within me.
I’m clinging to him, gasping softly as my mind is demolished by the constant onslaught of escalating pleasure.
When it all comes together in a massive peak, I hear a scream pouring from my mouth, and at exactly the same time, Shawn groans, clinging to me as his cock thickens inside me, the force of his orgasm leaving him limp on top of me, gasping for air.
Aftershocks of pleasure run across my skin, as if my blood is still glowing with the force of our shared orgasm and my nerves are replaying it on a constant loop. Shawn lays down beside me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me against his chest.
“Together,” he whispers against my cheek. “Always.”
“Yes, my love,” I respond, stroking his cheek as we slip into sleep. In that moment, I know true safety.
Because this time, it’s a promise he’s sworn to keep.