Lachlan and Wright Sitting in a Tree
Flynn
Wright storms into my bedroom and I try not to imagine killing her for taking Hazel’s attention away from me.
“That man is an asshole,” Wright growls.
Hazel presses a smile between her lips and leans into my side where we’re sitting against the headboard.
I’ve been stuck in this bed for over a day now on Lachlan’s orders and the only reason I’ve listened to him is because Hazel’s been here with me.
I’m thinking of milking it for another couple of days just to keep her by my side.
“What’s he done now?” Hazel asks.
“He wouldn’t let me in until I gave up my knives.” Wright scowls, pacing across the room. “I swear to god Hazel if he doesn’t give them back to me, I’m going to stab him.”
“With what knife?” I smirk.
Wright pins me with a vicious look. “Hazel was right. You’re not funny.”
I gasp in mock offense and bring my hand to my chest. “Lilac, I think I’m dying.”
Hazel knocks the back of her hand into my good side. “Okay, that is not funny. Too soon for dying jokes.”
“At least this one has a sense of humor,” Wright snarks. “Lachlan probably watches comedies with a straight face and a stick up his ass.”
I snort.
“Here,” Wright dumps the backpack she’s carrying on the end of the bed, “fresh clothes.”
Hazel sits up. “Thank you. What about work?”
“I told them your great gran died and you’re traveling for the funeral. I wanted to go with Mr. McStuffin’s brother Paws McDuff but Olivia talked me out of it.”
“Remind me to thank her,” Hazel says through a smile.
Wright tilts her head, taking a moment to assess Hazel. “You doing okay?”
Hazel nods. “Yeah. I’m good.”
“Alright. I’m going to go annoy the asshole until he gives me my knives back.”
Wright stomps out of the room and Hazel twists to look at me. “I think she likes him.”
I reach up and tuck a strand of wavy hair behind Hazel’s ear. “How are you doing?”
Hazel shrugs, her gaze dropping to the forest green comforter. “Better now that you’re alright.”
I trace my thumb over the gray smudge under her eye. “You’re not sleeping.”
“I keep seeing the knife going into his eye.”
I run my hand around to the back of her neck and squeeze. “He deserved to die, Hazel.”
Her face twists. “I know.”
Guilt is not a familiar emotion to me, but I can see it on Hazel’s face, the way it twists and torments her mind.
I roll her onto her back and hold myself above her, ignoring the twinge in my side and shoulder. “I never wanted you to see that side of my life. I won’t even put you in a situation where you have to defend yourself like you did again. I will keep you safe, Lilac. I promise.”
She reaches up, spearing her fingers through my curls, her eyes damp. “I don’t need you to keep me safe. I just need you to keep me.”
A fierce possessiveness surges in my chest and I crash my lips against hers. I drag my hands down her body, lifting her shirt so I can trail kisses along her stomach.
She arches into me, her grip on my hair tightening. “Flynn,” she breathes.
I move lower, slipping my hand between her thighs and sinking two fingers inside her silk heat.
Hazel writhes beneath me. “Your stitches. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I glower at her and tug on her hips until she’s lying on her back where I want her. “What will hurt is if you make me chase you,” I say. “So be a good girl and let me fuck what’s mine.”
Her pupils dilate, liquid heat soaking my fingers.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I curl my fingers, finding that sweet spot as I dip my head and graze my teeth against the sensitive skin of her neck.
“Like knowing that you belong to me, that you’re my filthy little fuck toy.
” I bite down on her neck and she gasps.
I brush my lips along her jaw line. “What should I do with you, hmm?” Her eyelids flutter and I nip at her jaw to get her attention.
Her eyes hit mine, heavy with desire. “Fuck me, Flynn. Please fuck me.”
I smirk. “Well since you asked so nicely.” I go to take my fingers out of her cunt but then think better of it. I want to know how much of me she can take. I scissor my fingers, stretching her, before holding still and sliding my cock in alongside them.
Hazel arches, an addictively sweet moan slipping from her chest as her breasts rise, her mouth rounding.
“Fuck, Flynn. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” I say, watching her puffy lower lips swallow my cock as I sink in deeper.
“Just breathe.” I circle her clit with my thumb, distracting her as I ease the rest of the way in.
When I’m fully seated, I take a moment to catch my breath, marveling at how fucking tight she is.
I move my fingers, brushing up against my cock inside her cunt.
“I can feel myself inside of you, Little Lilac.”
She moans as I shift my fingers around until I find her g-spot.
“I want you to come for me like this, on my fingers and cock, and then I’ll fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll see when you close your eyes is stars.” I pulse my fingers, stroking that spot inside her while I roll her clit with my thumb.
Hazel’s head tilts back on the pillow. “Fuck, Flynn. I feel so full.”
I hum and press a third finger to her entrance, reveling in her sweet grunt as I push it inside. I curl all three fingers, feeling the vibrations against my cock as I bring Hazel to the edge.
“Come for me, Lilac,” I order, and she does, her pussy clamping down on my cock and hand as her back arches and her mouth parts on a scream. I take my fingers out and collar her neck, squeezing just as tight as I drive into her. “Fuck, Hazel. Deep breath.”
Her breasts heave as she sucks in a full breath, then I squeeze tighter, cutting off her air.
“You take my breath away, Little Lilac. Seems only fair that I take yours.”
Tingles spread across my shoulders and down my back, tension coiling at the base of my spine. Her slick heat wraps around me and I thrust harder, fucking her until I explode. I press my lips to hers, loosening my grip on her throat and breathing air back into her lungs with my kiss.
She gasps as she comes again, drinking me in, and possessiveness swirls inside of me as I fill Hazel up in every single way.
I roll onto my back, bringing Hazel with me and holding her leg across my hip so I can stay seated inside of her. We’re both breathing heavily but Hazel sits up, her hands pulling at my shirt.
“You’re bleeding,” she says.
I look down at the fresh blood staining the bandage around my waist and shrug. “Worth it.” I hadn’t even felt the pain.
Hazel glowers at me. “You’re an idiot.”
I grin. “Your idiot.” I yank her back down and settle her in the crook of my shoulder. “Did I tell you how fucking incredible you were yesterday?”
Hazel goes quiet. “I don’t want to talk about yesterday. Tell me something else.”
I hate that Hazel feels guilty for what she did. Claren doesn’t deserve any of her guilt, not after the things he’s done, but I don’t want to make things worse for her, so I find something else to talk about.
“You know the first time my parents knew I was different was when my mom found me using her kitchen knife to cut open a dead mouse when I was six. I hadn’t killed it, but I wanted to know what it looked like inside, and I had no sense that it wasn’t an okay thing to do.”
Hazel curls into me, peering up from under her lashes. “You never talk about your parents.”
“They died a long time ago. I was still a teenager, but Lachlan took custody of me.”
“Were you close?”
“To my mother, at first, yes. Not my father. He couldn’t get his head around the whole sociopath thing and eventually I think it was just easier for my mom not to constantly fight him in my defense.”
Hazel’s fingers stroke the back of my hand. “Just because it’s easier doesn’t make it right.”
I always feel more when I’m around Hazel and her words make my chest expand with something I’m pretty sure is acceptance.
“She was a good mother. Took me to therapy, got me out of trouble, but Hope was the one who really understood me. She found ways to frame all the things about society that I didn’t understand in a way I could follow. Like a cheat sheet for emotions.”
Hazel’s fingers move higher and she fiddles with the collar of my shirt. “She sounds like a good sister.”
I like her, I hear Hope say in my mind.
“Do you miss them? Your parents?” Hazel asks.
“Yes. Maybe in a different way to others though. I think I get more angry than sad. Do you miss your parents?”
“Yes. I know that sounds strange seeing as I never met either of them, but my gran would tell me stories. It’s like there’s this gap where they should be and I don’t always feel sad when I think about them. Just empty.”
She rests her head on my shoulder. “It’s why I wanted to go to Canada. I just felt like if I could be where she was, live the life she wanted for us, then I could find some part of her. Feel closer somehow.”
“I’m sorry I won’t get to meet her,” I say, pressing a kiss to the top of Hazel’s head.
“Me too.” Hazel untangles herself from my body and sits up, turning to face me. “Is it over now? The Kings Society. Was Claren the last one? Their leader.”
I study the ceiling. I’ve been over and over this in my mind and I don’t want to lie to Hazel.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I found everyone in the video they sent to Hope but there were others in Ana’s video.
The power and connections Claren had, the fact that Derek was on the police force…
a network like that isn’t just made over a few years. ”
“You think there are more. That the society is still running.”
I tuck my arm behind my head and look up at her. “I think there’s a lot of evil in the world and not all of it looks like me.”
A soft breath slips from Hazel’s lips and she brushes her fingers through my hair. “You’re not evil, Flynn. You just have a bad habit of climbing in through a girl’s bedroom window.”
I laugh and pull her back on top of me, burying myself in her scent.
Bad habit or not, climbing in through Hazel’s bedroom window was the best decision I ever made.